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::groan:: There's a reason why I usually try to get away from tv & computer for vacation, but with the weather we're having and lack of snow and the new belly-dancing (*) & Spanish class (**) starting this week it just didn't seem worth driving to Maishofen. But. I would have read a couple of novels by now, but instead I've been binging on watching two and a half seasons (à 14 episodes only, not that this makes it much better) (***) QaF on YouTube (still not fangirling, but addicted enough to Want To Know What Happens) (****), going to bed at weird times, getting up late and getting practically nothing I'd planned done. Photography walk on Sunday (the pink cubes), cuddling my niece on Monday, belly dancing class on Tuesday, cleaning a post mud-bath horse & trail-ride yesterday, but other than that... Any one needs an extra brain, because I'm certainly not using mine at the moment. Re-starting morning runs postponed until next week, Die Brüder Karamasow still lying unread except for the first twenty pages or so on my bed, haircut will have to wait, and as for the camera, I'm not in a consumerist mood at the moment.
And why is the lj menu still all pink & hearts? The 14th surely must be over in pretty much every part of the world by now?!
(*) Much, much better, btw, with a more competent teacher, making me regret the time and nerves I wasted last semester. Also rather cranky, because I apparently have to re-learn moves now.
(**) God. I've forgotten everything, don't even remember proper pronunciation of the letters, and the couple of Italian classes I took for university since messed up whatever remained. Need to rouse myself from my current brain-dead slug state and actually study a bit.
(***) And I entirely blame whoever accidentally alerted me to the existence of alluc.org, a site collecting links of episodes of tv shows online. I've started on Torchwood now. Again with the ::groan:: But it's adorable so far.
(****) I'd never have thought I'd be (almost, in a bitter-sweet way) glad not to see Brian and Justin walk off in wedded bliss at the end of the show. I'd have wished that Justin wouldn't have to go off to New York to become the next Picasso and they could have stayed together, for once because it'd have been nice to have a happy ending for a more unconventional relationship than the kids & picket fence variety à la Michael and Ben and Melanie and Lindsey, and also because Brian has come such a long way and he's hurting a lot in the end, more than Justin, I think, but the wedding felt just wrong (was meant to feel wrong, I assume) for the characters, a too hasty 180 degree turn. What I've always liked about their relationship was the brutal honesty and autonomy both of them had, and even when much of it was rooted in Brian's emotional fucked-up-ness, it is was beautiful in its own fashion. And I guess in my asexual way I'm just as cynical/skeptic/wary as Brian when it comes to relationships, and just as ego-centric. I do like my happily-ever-after in fiction and film occasionally as much as the next girl, but I don't really believe in it in real life.