The Fucking Weather

This made me laugh out loud. Plus, it's useful!

I'm going to make myself a tumblog at some point, because I miss Midnight Breakfast (my communal tumblog that is in the process of being redesigned cos its server crashed) and I have all these good links and thoughts to share. Yeah.

(Thanks, Eleanor, for the link.)

Fact

All good things must end.

List #?

Things I will do within the next few days (before I head to Boston to visit my gay husband):

1. Begin my application for postgraduate studies at UCD (University College of Dublin, not University of California-Davis)
2. Call a temp agency during my lunch break and find out how I can possibly get temp work for the summer
3. Write a note to everyone I know who lives in New York inquiring about available apartments/rooms for the summer (the expensiveness as exemplified by Craigslist really does my head in!)
4. Write an e-mail to the cast of my dogme film, so I can come up with a shooting schedule
5. Acquire certain Frederick Wiseman films (this is dependent on whether the A/V Dept. is open)
6. Begin work on my film journals
7. Finish Blindness once and for all

I will probably do other things, too, but that's the main gist of it.

Happy St. Paddy's Day everyone.

Drunken Decibels

No longer sick, but it is loud here.

Get me out. Get me out. Get me out.

The Gory Details

It's March 1st, and I can't remember the last time I was this sick. Maybe when I had mono? Or maybe during my first year of college, when I had the same thing? Anyway, I've been bed-ridden almost the entire weekend, vacating my room occasionally to go to the bathroom or venture to the kitchen to make food. What's weird is I was feeling a lot better on Friday, but then at some point yesterday, I just crashed and couldn't stop coughing and my nose started getting really stuffed up and that was the end of that. To make matters worse, I have all this work to do, but virtually no energy, and my gums have been bleeding a lot (I've been using special mouthwash to quell this, so I'm waiting for that to start working; I'm pretty sure all the bacteria swimming around my mouth crawled into the crevices and stayed there), and basically I feel like my body's in bits. I just want to feel like myself again, and not like a zombie that sleeps for 10-13 hours a night.

It's March 1st, which means I will probably know about whether or not I got into Trinity within the next 4 weeks. And it's March 1st, which means I've now 2.5 months until I graduate from college. I'm nervous about both of these things, for completely different reasons, but I'm trying to breathe and maintain focus.

One day at a time...that's all I can really do.

February Is Almost Over.

Only three days back, and already I miss Ireland.

"It was just a kind of accident."

If someone were to send me a phantom note that read, "You are inconsequential," I would be inclined to believe it.

Also: listening to loads of This American Life lately. This episode about the developmentally disabled made me cry, specifically the segment titled, "Black Hole Son."

Because Will Schutz is Beloved.

Also see this article about Will, which warmed my heart to the fullest extent. It exemplifies all the reasons why I consider many former Defiant members (and their friends) to be extended family members. What amazing people.

This is That is This

Today, I spent the majority of my time sitting in my room and transferring all my information (files, documents, apps, etc.) from my geriatric laptop to my new best friend. Because we now have wireless in the house (the fact that my dad still composes all matters of written business on a typewriter and this is so astounds me), I attempted to migrate all my information via the power of software, but my little white machine was too old and tired to be bothered, so I had to manually save everything onto an external hard drive and go from there. This task, as any seasoned pro of such a feat could tell you, takes gobs of time, but because my new laptop is speedy and AWESOME, I had many a podcast to listen to while I clicked and dragged and dropped, clicked and dragged and dropped. During this, I also did a load of laundry for free (ah, the perks of being home!), and took a break to watch Man on Wire with my mom. Incredible documentary, one of the best I've seen in a while.

Tomorrow, I head back to New York. Sadly, I haven't gotten to do a whole lot while I've been here in Chicago. The weather single-handedly ruined many of my plans, including my holiday present to my P's, which was to cook them dinner (couldn't leave the house to get food because of the snow and subzero temperatures). Maybe next time?

This break's been really great, but there's maybe been a bit too much bumming around. I did see a lot of films, though (an average of one a day at this point), and I reckon I'll finish at least one book by Monday. Also, I've started on my Trinity grad school application, and should have everything polished and ready by some point next week, so I guess I've been somewhat productive. Only time will tell.

In less than a month, I'll be back in Dublin. The thought of this alone makes me smile.

2009

Ten days after the fact, but still: it's 2009. Weird how an entire decade (and the first of the new century) has almost gone by. Even weirder: I'm graduating college this year, I'm (hopefully) moving out of the country this year, and things will, perhaps, start to level out socially, romantically, and otherwise. I'm trying to remain optimistic. I've made attainable resolutions (learn how to cook more things, learn how to make mixed drinks, and go to the gym on a regular basis), and I've already watched and seen tons of films. I'm also in my warm house in Chicago, and even though my room is completely cluttered with junk, it's been nice to sleep in my cozy bed.

And that is that, I guess.