So Much To Talk About, But Not Enough Space

Making bullet-pointed lists is really the only way to go at this stage.

So...since October 1st I:

-nearly had a nervous breakdown
-discovered I really do have the best shoulder to cry on, if only from a distance (you know who you are: thank you)
-started looking into therapy again
-baked a chicken pot pie for the first time (next up: chicken & mushroom, then steak & kidney..or maybe steak & ale? hmmm...)
-went to the gym a lot
-blogged at Sadie Lou a lot
-tried to be a stellar friend, even though I wasn't always feeling 100% myself
-did a few loads of laundry
-cleaned up my room quite a bit
-acquired a mini-fridge large enough to hold all my shopping, and then some
-started my conference work on Guy Maddin, who I'm a bit in love with
-re-subscribed to Netflix so I can procure lots of Guy Maddin films, as well as films for my independent study on the intersection between film & fiction
-thought about politics (both local and national) and cried
-played a lot of Scrabble to take my mind off things (and wound up getting 103 points on a single turn without using all seven of my letters! I suppose there's a first time for everything...)
-procrastinated a lot of my work/relearned how to read a lot of words in a very short amount of time
-finally watched Bande à part, which now makes me conclude the French New Wave was cinematically important, but also kind of boring
-became acutely aware of my film-viewing limitations (I don't like abstract films! sue me!)
-rang Ireland a lot
-tried to figure out ways I could make a lot of money by the end of the school year without resorting to prostitution or drug running
-had late-night tea and formed an anti-pretentious pretentious poetry society called The Joy Luck Club with some like-minded chums
-decided I am, for certain, moving to Ireland after I graduate

Oh, and in a bizarre turn of events, I also found myself an extra in a new movie starring Aidan Quinn. The man is a jokester, let me tell ya. And even though he's from my part of the country, he made me miss Dublin in this indescribable way. I think it was the eyes that did the trick.

There's so much more, but those are the essentials, I guess.