All right, enough whining. I've always managed to maintain a desperate sense of optimism, even during my worst times in the hospital (I've been hospitalized four times for the condition; it really sucks, although the upside is that you get to watch a lot of daytime TV--yay Maury and the paternity tests..."You are NOT the father!" YAY-UH!), so it's time to focus on happy things.
( That indie rock 'n' rollCollapse )
( My random dream about Edinburgh CastleCollapse )
Aside from that...I'm just sitting at Starbucks right now, thinking how nice it'll be when I'm done with school and don't ever have to feel guilty about all the work I'm supposed to be doing that I'm not. It'll be so completely fantastic to go to work (well...), come home, and do whatever the hell I want, which will likely be combinations of LJ, the RPG, reading, writing (fan fic and original fic, most likely), listening to music, teaching myself guitar, playing piano, singing with my little group (which has been temporarily abandoned, since I live in Boston and the other two members live in DC), and watching good TV shows and movies. I've always been good at feeling guilty, and I'm feeling it in spades these days, having shunted my schoolwork off for Harry Potter- and writing-related activities. It's all worth it, absolutely, but...I just hate the guilt.
Anyway, enough babbling. I'm gonna try to get a bit caught up on what's been up with y'alls over the past week, and then I'm going to get cracking on doing something for a new LJ comm I co-started. I'll pimp it in a separate post, although some of you already know about it.
I'll get to schoolwork at some point, I suppose (GUILTGUILTGUILT!). My current excuse is that I'm too loopy from the Tylenol and too generally out of it because of the stomach flu or whatever it is to do anything requiring deep thinking. If there's one thing I'm really good at, it's justification. *shrug*
Oh, PS - My husband was just snarking about the bad hairstyle of this chick who walked into Starbucks a little while ago. She's got very thick bangs (that's "fringe" for you UK Commonwealthers and Frenchies), and he said, "They look pasted on." Is it wrong that all I could think was, "They're pastede on yay!"?!