In which my life returned to it's regularly scheduled lamedom
My mom called me today and I realized that that was the first actual conversation I've had with a person since Monday (or maybe Sunday?). Today is Friday. I actually don't think I've said more than 20 words aloud in that time.
To back up a bit, I spent the end of October to about the middle of November not being in the same city for more than 48 hours (between interviews and rugby, there was a shit-ton of traveling that got done) and between all the forced socialization (interviews, and especially the dinners are super boring and draining usually) and weird sleep schedules, I spent the rest of the month pretty much doing nothing. However, I was doing so at home. However, with the start of December, I came back to my apartment to pay rent, and, hence have spent the rest of the time on my computer. I have tried to maintain physical fitness, but even though I still exercise at least 5 times a week, my heart just hasn't been in it lately. Rugby has been over for barely a month and I've already started to suffer withdrawal. Of note, there's a "camp out" this weekend that I was invited to, but am I going? No. I have no idea why. I objectively know that I need to get out and I kind of subjectively want to, but...is it social anxiety? The knowledge that most of it will be spent with people who are wasted? The fact that I don't really click with these people off the field/practice? I dunno.
Anyway, when I was at home, I bought a book on a whim (after failing at finding a novel whose plot I barely recalled, but seemed to have something to do with a supernatural office setting? It reminded me kinda of WtNV) was sucked in by the smart-ass writing, and only discovered that it was part of a series (the middle book, at that) after getting about 70 pages in. This has become quite the habit. I have about 50 pages left, and it's a decent read (not fantastic; I probably won't ever have the urge to read it again) but I still haven't even found the motivation to dig it out and finish it.
I also rediscovered Richard Ayoade, so spent a lot of time reliving some of his genius moments in panel shows. I then tried The IT Crowd got annoyed by the canned laughter (though, apparently it's filmed in front of an actual live studio audience?) then gave up after 2 episodes, only to find myself kinda wanting to watch more and then falling in love. I actually finished the series today with only the 2013 episode left to watch. I was surprised by how genuinely clever it was. I actually laughed aloud quite frequently. It's a show that is aware of sitcom cliche and situations and puts a unique and unexpected twist on them. I like it when shows play with tropes.
I'm still in my WtNV kick and have gotten through quite a lot of fic (though this is rather relative as there aren't an overabundance in existence. Kinda makes me miss the Marvel universe a bit).
Anyway, this post has absolutely no point other than to provide a marker as to where I am mentally and fannishly (and I guess school-wise?) if I ever look back at these entries. This is also why I can't be trusted with free time. I abuse it greatly.
To back up a bit, I spent the end of October to about the middle of November not being in the same city for more than 48 hours (between interviews and rugby, there was a shit-ton of traveling that got done) and between all the forced socialization (interviews, and especially the dinners are super boring and draining usually) and weird sleep schedules, I spent the rest of the month pretty much doing nothing. However, I was doing so at home. However, with the start of December, I came back to my apartment to pay rent, and, hence have spent the rest of the time on my computer. I have tried to maintain physical fitness, but even though I still exercise at least 5 times a week, my heart just hasn't been in it lately. Rugby has been over for barely a month and I've already started to suffer withdrawal. Of note, there's a "camp out" this weekend that I was invited to, but am I going? No. I have no idea why. I objectively know that I need to get out and I kind of subjectively want to, but...is it social anxiety? The knowledge that most of it will be spent with people who are wasted? The fact that I don't really click with these people off the field/practice? I dunno.
Anyway, when I was at home, I bought a book on a whim (after failing at finding a novel whose plot I barely recalled, but seemed to have something to do with a supernatural office setting? It reminded me kinda of WtNV) was sucked in by the smart-ass writing, and only discovered that it was part of a series (the middle book, at that) after getting about 70 pages in. This has become quite the habit. I have about 50 pages left, and it's a decent read (not fantastic; I probably won't ever have the urge to read it again) but I still haven't even found the motivation to dig it out and finish it.
I also rediscovered Richard Ayoade, so spent a lot of time reliving some of his genius moments in panel shows. I then tried The IT Crowd got annoyed by the canned laughter (though, apparently it's filmed in front of an actual live studio audience?) then gave up after 2 episodes, only to find myself kinda wanting to watch more and then falling in love. I actually finished the series today with only the 2013 episode left to watch. I was surprised by how genuinely clever it was. I actually laughed aloud quite frequently. It's a show that is aware of sitcom cliche and situations and puts a unique and unexpected twist on them. I like it when shows play with tropes.
I'm still in my WtNV kick and have gotten through quite a lot of fic (though this is rather relative as there aren't an overabundance in existence. Kinda makes me miss the Marvel universe a bit).
Anyway, this post has absolutely no point other than to provide a marker as to where I am mentally and fannishly (and I guess school-wise?) if I ever look back at these entries. This is also why I can't be trusted with free time. I abuse it greatly.