my 13th birthday
i turned 22 on sunday. on saturday night, megan and i went out to a horrible metal/garlic themed bar, then went to chipotle, then danced at how does it feel to be loved? which played the most amazing selection of northern soul and indie pop. orange juice, aztec camera, felt, jonathan richman, prince, martha and the vandellas, stereolab, belle and sebastian, nancy sinatra, dexys midnight runners - perfect joy. then we drunkenly navigated our way back to the flat. i had a conversation about sherlock with a bloke on the night bus. when we finally got back, we read x-files slash fanfiction out loud until the RA told us to shut up. it was a good birthday. i feel good about being 22.
i slept all day sunday and spent my few hours of daylight stalking DI lestrade-themed tumblrs. ended up watching maurice cos i couldn't get enough (naked) rupert graves. still can't. not my division.
worked today. transcribed some shit, opened the post, and wrote up a report on how much the north sucks (essentially). i'm getting my security pass tomorrow. i generally look forward to work. that's a weird feeling. i usually don't look forward to anything except bed and television.
and suddenly i have all the schoolwork. an exam on wednesday, two blog posts (both quite insipid), thesis crap, and i have to meet with my academic advisor about my 70s punk project. i'm viewing that paper as the culmination of my life's work. this experience is the culmination of my life's work. everything i've been striving towards is right here.
i'm not even really doing much - constantly, naggingly aware of the fact that time is precious and fleeting - but oh christ am i blissfully happy. just a constant heavy swell in my heart.
i slept all day sunday and spent my few hours of daylight stalking DI lestrade-themed tumblrs. ended up watching maurice cos i couldn't get enough (naked) rupert graves. still can't. not my division.
worked today. transcribed some shit, opened the post, and wrote up a report on how much the north sucks (essentially). i'm getting my security pass tomorrow. i generally look forward to work. that's a weird feeling. i usually don't look forward to anything except bed and television.
and suddenly i have all the schoolwork. an exam on wednesday, two blog posts (both quite insipid), thesis crap, and i have to meet with my academic advisor about my 70s punk project. i'm viewing that paper as the culmination of my life's work. this experience is the culmination of my life's work. everything i've been striving towards is right here.
i'm not even really doing much - constantly, naggingly aware of the fact that time is precious and fleeting - but oh christ am i blissfully happy. just a constant heavy swell in my heart.