I would never close the door to you, Lee

Finding it very hard to focus this weekend. I have much writing that needs to get done, but I keep distracting myself with cooking, reading blogs on how to can your own fruit and such homespun loveliness (like I would actually do any of that), and watching Lee Mead sing in a loincloth.
Oof--that's as close as I can get to writing the sound effect I make when I watch it.

I just can't get back into school. Not sure what's up with that. Lost momentum, motivation, morale...meh.

So, I think I'll have a little vid fest: clips of The West End Production of Joseph, Firefly, and Serendipity. Lee, Nathan, and Cusack. Throw in a few X-Files epis, and I'll approach Nirvana.

Ooo and maybe I'll stay up all night reading a novel. Yummy happiness!

My "vacation"

I'm not really off next week. I have to work until Wednesday, so no going away for me, and lack of funds keep me here anyway. So I made my own holiday this weekend. Last night, I watched Grace is Gone, a depressing Cusack film that then had to be followed up with a marathon of Firefly. Went to bed at 3:30, and I slept until 1:30 pm, which was amazing. It wasn't so much that I slept, actually, as it was that I stayed in bed contemplating things. I'm not even sure what I contemplated, but it is what it is. Actually, the contemplation was interrupted by a loud banging on my door--you know, the "hey, it's your neighbor and it's an emergency bc someone is trying to slice my head open with an ax" kind of knock. Sadly, it was just another evangelist from the same damn church as last week. Seriously, if another one interrupts the Tech Game tonight like 2 of them did 2 weeks ago (at 9pm!!!), I'm calling the damned church. So far, 3 churches are on my list to call if they do it again. Really, what do I do about this? It's a nuisance bordering on disruption of the peace, my peace anyway. It's every freakin' saturday.

Anyway, then I got up and ran 3 miles at the gym (too cold here for a real run), and now I'm eating a veggie tamale and an applesauce muffin. Oh, and I'm back in PJs for the rest of the day. Tonight's agenda is the Tech game, an XFiles marathon, much salsa eating, a little reading, possibly some writing, and the consumption of at least one oreo.

Tomorrow I plan to sleep in, too, because Monday starts the work again. I've got an assignment due Wednesday and a final due the Monday after thanksgiving. Winter break can't come soon enough.

But aaaaaaa, I'm likin' this weekend.

Crank Secret

You know, when you've done nothing but school work all weekend, you just sort of need to blabber on your blog. So, since I've moved to Lubbock, a multitude of weird things have happened, the latest being that someone mowed/trampled down my hedges in the middle of the night. How? I'm not sure. It looks like an elephant did it, but I digress.

So this girl in the program sees it and says, "You know, you really need to stop thinking that thing you are thinking." And what I'm thinking is: "How did that elephant get loose? There's no zoo here, and the circus isn't in town." And then it occurs to me that she doesn't mean that, but I'm not sure what she means so in a moment of lapsed thinking I mutter, "Um, what do you mean?" Sigh.

She then jumps into an evangelistic speech about The Secret. I'm not sure if you know about this book or movement or cult or whatever it is, but this woman bought it hook line and sinker--Worse: she's reading some endorsed version from her church. Ok, it's not that I'm against the whole law of attraction/self fulfilling prophesy thing. I mean, hell, I'm getting a phd in the psych dept, for crying out loud. It's just that when something is packaged together by the Dark Kings of Multimedia Dorkdom, I just can't swallow it. She does, however, and feels the need to tell me about it.

Apparently, I'm subconsciously or unconsciously thinking something negative (shocker!), and it's bringing elephants into my yard to sit on my hedges. It also causes the bureaucracy of academia to wreak its havoc, and it is responsible for my plants dying on my porch (not the fact that I haven't watered them in months). Her suggestion is that I start thinking positive thoughts, and they will magically come true.

So I put in some Garden State to help clear my mind of negativity (yuk yuk), and dear readers, here are my thoughts:

1. Zach Braff will stop whatever he is doing RIGHT NOW and realize, without even meeting me, that I exist and that he wants me with body, mind, and soul. or body. or any of the three really.
2. Agent Mulder is real, and he is going to move next door. And we will have coffee together and search for aliens when I'm not writing papers.
3. I believe in ice cream and french fry fairies, and one of them is going to bring me a special, scrumdiddlyumptous treat!
4. Mal Reynolds is real, and he is going to move across the street, and we will ride in his spaceship and smuggle bobbleheads.
5. Fuzzy bunnies. Nothing is happier than fuzzy bunnies.
6. Lubbock is going to suddenly orgasm with culture. tomorrow. yes, tomorrow.
7. The glass is half full. of really, really good wine.
8. Zach Braff will stop whatever he is doing RIGHT NOW and realize, without even meeting me, that I exist and that he wants me with body, mind, and soul. or body. or any of the three really. Oh wait, did I say that one?
9. Tomorrow, while I'm waiting on Zach Braff, I will meet a stunning man--well read, brilliant, a feminist, eyes I could bathe in, sexy hands, a dry wit, and will be somewhat random and slightly quirky. And he'll invite me to watch a marathon of Firefly while drinking Makers Mark in his giant library filled with 10,000 books that actually smells like a libary--sigh.
10. Then I'll have to choose between guy #9 and Zach Braff.

Shiny!