Weekend! For me, anyway. For once nothing is due tomorrow, so tonight I can just chill and watch Ugly Betty and The Storyteller and not stress about the morning.

And because there's nothing to work on tonight, I'm gonna make myself a martini. Yum.

Saturday two of the poplar trees at home blew down, missing the house by feet and various other semi-important things by inches. I'm so glad I'm not at home now. Unfortunately, now that trees have actually blown over, next time we have a big wind storm my fear of being smushed won't be completely ridiculous. Luckily, my room's mostly between lines of trees. Which is usually a pain, because that means in the summer I get the full afternoon/evening sun without the benefit of any shade. What were they thinking randomly leaving a spot open in the trees?

I'm rambling because it's late and I'm tired, but not quite tired enough to go to bed. Point is, we lost trees. It kind of freaks me out. The end.

Classes freak me out less. I know it's only the second week (first full week) of the quarter, but I can see better now how I can fit all of the readings into my days. Now I think the only stress causing thing will be papers and that's not at all surprising.

I've got the new SGA to watch, but I think I'm going to hold off until later this week to watch it. It seems like people mostly enjoyed this last one, so that's a good sign. Plus I've seen pictures and, well, Sheppard's not hard on the eyes. None of them are. Which is no different than any ep, really. (Except for maybe that one where John develops that nasty skin condition and the ability to scale walls like Spiderman. Seriously, the skin involved with turning into a bug gave me a little case of the heebie jeebies. I don't like skin related things.)

Now for some writing. Or maybe more Yeats. Or bed. Woo.

It's been pouring rain most of the day. Surprise, surprise. Oh, Seattle, I've kind of missed you.

Bought my books today. There were three that I already owned, but I still ended up spending, well, more than I ever really expect to spend on books. Especially with most of them used. And I know people would tell me that I shouldn't buy from the campus bookstore, but it's easy and convenient and I am super lazy.

I'm really excited about classes now that I've had a chance to see the books. Hopefully the excitement and interest will remain.

Tomorrow it's just Irish Literature and then work. Not too bad for a first day. I've never had the professor, though I've helped him at the library. We'll see how it goes. Work, at least, should be fairly uneventful what with it being the beginning of the quarter.

Guess what?

SNOW DAY!

Which means my presentation and the paper that goes with it are postponed until Thursday. Even if I do have to write a paper for tomorrow.

Also? NEW SGA!

Is it crazy for me to take three 400-level English literature courses next quarter?

I don't have to take them, but two of them I definitely want to experience (Tung! Again!) and the third just sounds interesting. Seriously, is it crazy to do this to myself when I technically don't have to? Should I back away from the heavy reading material before it's too late?

Guess I'll wait and see what my adviser has to say to me.

Today started out pretty good, and then it got pretty crappy, and now it's just okay. But I've been wallowing in...not self-pity exactly. Let's just say general wallowing.

But watching Tammy movies on AMC is fairly entertaining. Right now it's Tammy and the Bachelor with a very young, mostly unrecognizable Leslie Nielsen.

This weekend I watched Bleu for film class. Interesting film. Not entirely sure I understood all of it, but having seen it twice now I'm pretty sure I enjoyed it. I'm curious about the other films in the trilogy though. And looking forward to discussion, I just wish that I didn't have to discuss it with everyone in the class. Some of them are rather annoying and full of it.

So anyway. What made up the good part of my day is still good, if a little scary. (Only scary in a "just another one of my issues" kind of way. I had my advising appointment this morning for next quarter and was told that I have been the model student. I have 45 credits left, and only two classes I have to take. Meaning my senior year can be as easy or as hard as I decide to make it because the only requirement I have to hit is the number of credits. This makes me nervous. I like having a list of things I have to do and I can check off. Direction is nice. My adviser is excited for me because I can basically do whatever I want, expand my horizons. "You could learn to play the piano. Take a second language."

I'm a bit at a loss. What to do? I'm probably going to take Senior Synth (with Father Cobb) and I'm looking at Modernism in Art and Literature (with Dr. Tung) as my final required English elective. But other than that...I don't know. There's a Latin class that could be interesting. Dr. Smith also suggested that I give a writing class a try, which makes me super nervous because I don't feel confident enough in my writing to really share it. But she did point out that as an English major I have less on the line in a class like that than a Creative Writing major because I'm not looking to make a living out of my writing.

I could also minor in something. At this point, that something would probably be Philosophy.

Lots to think about.

If any of you SU people on my flist (you're all graduating, did you know?) have classes/professors that you particularly liked, I'd appreciate any recommendations.

Just ow.

I just want to curl up on my bed with Farscape. My knees and lower back are killing me. And I think I'm gonna have to start buying food to actually put in the refrigerator because the lines at Cherry when my classes let out are LONG.

First day of classes out of the way. More on that later. But now work for four hours.

Classes, for me, start September 22. That's a Thursday. Move in Sunday, Classes Thursday. Sweet. :)

Plenty of time to annoy roommate. ;) Roommate who was wonderfully accommodating in allowing me to gush and ramble on about SGA and John and Rodney. Pictures were involved. I'm lucky Natasha's so understanding. ::hugs::

Tom starts school on August 30. He's glad to be going back. It's sad when your summer vacation involves more work than the entire school year. Oh, the joys of living on a farm.

Speaking of, I followed Dad down into one of the fields today to pick him up and we almost got stuck in dirt. I always think it's funny that it's possibly to get kinda stuck in nothing but dirt. Really fluffy dirt. Dad even said it was fluffy. Granted, that was only after I used the word, but whatever.

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Spent the day chilling and watching The Good Life. Mostly because I didn't get to sleep until 3:30 because of an overactive imagination. It wasn't even overactive in a good, creative way either.

TOM: (through letterbox) Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead!
MARGO: (opening door) Tom! (pause) What *is* that?
TOM: It's two dustbins on a trolley.
MARGO: I can see it's two dustbins on a trolley and when I asked you the question it was a rhetorical one which does not need a direct answer as you knew very well in the first place.
TOM: Oh, you make me hold my breath when you do those long sentences, Margo.
MARGO: What *is* it?
TOM: It's two rhetorical dustbins on a rhetorical trolley.
MARGO: Then will you kindly remove them from my crazy paving before someone sees us.
TOM: They'd have less chance of seeing us if we hide behind the dustbins.

Hee. Love. Tom and Barbara. Margo and Jerry. The show makes me happy.

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My laptop was making funny noises, so I had to move to the other computer. Hope mine's okay.

Haircut in the morning. Woo.

But for now....

That was way more exciting than my actual name, let me tell you. ( Although, if I enter my first and part of my middle name... ) It's all about the "Yearning for Forbidden Repair."

I've been sick for about a week. Fun times. Tonight will be my first, and only this week, night back to work. I finally feel well enough to actually do stuff for several hours. Woo.

A couple of hours ago I finished reading a piece of SGA fanfiction and now I feel very restless. Do you ever finish reading something that's just so absorbing and beautiful and well crafted that when you're finished reading it you feel sort of at a loss as to what to do with yourself? That's how I feel. It's like my mind is too preoccupied with what I've just read that I can't focus on anything else. It was just an excellent story, plot-, character-, and writing-wise.

(I'm afraid I might have to start forcing my fanfiction reading friends to watch SGA just so I can share some of this with them. But I don't really want to do that because than it will be less shiny for me. Oh, conundrum.)

Anyway. In the past week nothing much has happened. SV had it's season finale. It was good, overall. Laughable at times, but about what you would expect. Best parts? Grodin's teeny tiny part as one of Lex's security men (he did get a line or two and I squeed more over him than anything else) and Chloe pushing Lex into the cave wall. That was *funny*. Don't know what was going on with Lionel and why he and Lex were acting so wonky, but whatever. Also, maybe it was Emperor Zod at the end and Lana will be blown up?

Neesha came over on Thursday and we met a friend of her's downtown for lunch, after which we wandered around Barnes and Noble (were I bought Haunted) and then decided to see Star Wars on a whim. It wasn't any of the originals, but I liked it. Probably more than I should. Obi-wan and Yoda really made it for me. Also, the music. They kept using Luke's theme (I don't know what it's actually called, but I associate it with Luke) from A New Hope when he's staring out at the sunset on Tatooine subtly throughout the movie. And the first time the words "Darth Vader" were uttered, they brought *that* theme in and it was just a squeally, happy, fangirly moment. I'd really like to see it again. And I'd *really* like to see the original trilogy again now.

So Neesha and I saw the movie and then I gave her a tour of campus in the rain and that was wet. We watched the finale of CSI, which I had forgotten was directed by Quentin Tarantino, and an episode of SG-1. It wasn't that exciting, but now she knows what I do on a usual Thursday evening.

The weekend was uneventful. I don't think I even watched anything exciting. This week has also been less than thrilling, mostly because I've felt like crap. But Sunday night Natasha and I watched Saved. Very funny. Liked it a lot. Last night we watched Office Space, which Natasha hadn't seen before. Tonight we'll probably watch Hellraiser after I get off of work.

Tomorrow I register for fall quarter classes. The English and Philosophy classes I wanted are still open, but the Theology one is closed. So I'm thinking maybe I'll just take another English elective class. Or something. I'm not really sure. If anyone who goes to SU reads this (you know who you are), I'd be welcome to suggestions.

I finished reading a piece of fanfiction today. It's taken me a few days, partly because I'm trying to get other things done and partly because it was just nice to have something ongoing. Anyway, I finished it this afternoon and not only did it surprise me, it surprised me several times. It's kind of fun reading something that can get you almost edge-of-your seat worried.

Reading is cool. More people should embrace that.

Today in Brit Lit we finished watching Pandaemonium, a piece of historical fiction about William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge. John Hannah, whom I love (there's a whole Mar&EB thing that goes with him), was Wordsworth. Linus Roache (Angelina Jolie's husband in Beyond Borders) was Coleridge. And Andy Serkis and Samuel West were in it! It was like playing "Name the Lesser Known British Actor." Interesting movie. Makes me want to read some real history about them.

Smallville's new tonight. Yea. Someone (else) finds out Clark's secret. I know who it is. Well, not for a fact. But I've had my suspicions for a *really* long time now and there's only one person who could find out and not totally frell up the rest of the series. If they're going to stick to any previous Superman mythology that is. Because I'd have no problem if Lex found out. (He's not stupid. He should know most already anyway.) Although I did find some scans of one of the newer comic issues (I have, like, no idea about the comics. All I know about Superman is the movies and Smallville, which doesn't really count since it's more a re-invention.) in which Lex *does* know and he let's Clark know that he knows and then shit hits the fan and maybe I'm going to have to actually go looking for the comic books now. Because they'd be fun to read. And I'm all for the reading obviously.

Alas, I have to go to work and won't be able to watch it until later. Sigh.

Don't have class until 3:45 tomorrow afternoon. I think I'll work on some writing when I get back.