katernater: (sherlock • (purple))
I go to the gym pretty much every day during the work week (and often on Saturdays) and have been faithful to that regimen for about a month and a half now. Today, though, as I stood in my office looking out on a gray, chilly campus, I just thought, You know what I want to do more than the gym? Go home, take a hot shower, make some tea, and curl up on my couch. So, huzzah! Here I am. The region is getting its first taste of the weather to come, and it just so happens that that kind of weather goes well with a mid-afternoon nap. I love autumn. It's absolutely my favorite season.

We're already into Week 5 of a nine-week term. I can't believe it; it's gone so quickly! I know that I say that every term, but this one seems to have just elapsed faster than any of the others. I guess sort of knowing what I'm doing contributes to that; when you have no idea what you're doing, each day seems to crawl by, right? I have a really great group of students this term and will be very sad to see them go at the end of it.

What else is new? Ah, I spent half my lunch hour today on the phone with a (very kind and patient) Verizon rep, trying to figure out why the mobile hotspot function on my cell phone wasn't working. It turned out to be something very simple and I felt bad for making the poor woman jump through about six technical manuals to come to that conclusion. I even figured out the problem while she had me on hold so she could go ask someone else what the problem might be. Anyway. The Internet and I back together in a firm embrace (I was without it last night and reduced to finding things other than RP tags and Tumblr to keep my occupied), so I'm happy. It's ridiculous how dependent on the internet I've become. Without it I feel rudderless, like, I'm supposed to entertain myself? Without tomhanksimals? LAME. I don't want to even speculate about what I would do in the event of the actual apocalypse, when the internet would probably cease to be because the satellites have been eaten by space beavers. I mean, I would hope I'd have other things to worry about at that point, but boy, I would sure miss having the internet around to tell me what to do.

I just remembered that I've not yet watched this week's Doctor Who episode. I am a bad fan. :(
katernater: (doctor who • (confidence))
I got back into town about an hour ago, following my weekend at Tim's. Without going into detail about the particulars of the last forty-eight hours, I can say that it met and exceeded all of my expectations. It was so nice to spend time with someone and not to want to be somewhere else. We had a very relaxed, intimate two days together. This morning he made me breakfast and we danced to Frank Sinatra in his living room. He gave me one of his sweaters to wear on the drive home, because the weather had turned cold. We're making plans to see one another again. He's invited me to be his "plus one" at the wedding of a friend in October. It's great, because we seem to be on the same wavelength in terms of expectations; we can clearly enjoy one another's company, but neither of us is in a place where we want to commit to a full-time relationship right now. I feel good about myself when I'm around him, and that's enough for me and the foreseeable future.

I am exhausted, though. The drive from here to Muncie is only about two and a half hours, but I really felt it today. I'm going to run a load of laundry and then settle in for the rest of the evening with a book.

I hope everyone had a very happy Labor Day! Back to the grind tomorrow!
katernater: (sanctuary • (vampire))
I've got to watch myself because I have a feeling I could get seriously caught up in the Fright Night re-make -- AKA: The Movie Whose Box Office Receipts Depend Solely On David Tennant Fangirls (Subheading: and for Very Good Reasons) -- and my credibility as a judicious, wizened movie-goer has already been compromised by the fact that I am more than a little in love with the original 1985 version. I'm not particularly impressed with Anton Yelchin as an actor, and Colin Farrell's best work (in my opinion) was in In Bruges and I really have no kink for seeing him swanning around in a wifebeater in the Nevada desert, trying to seduce Toni Collette. HOWEVER. This is one of those cinematic "perfect storms" which, through some odd confluence of casting and media hype, has made me believe that if I don't see it, I might just shrivel up and die. So, you know. I'll probably end up going.

Also, wasn't Apollo 18 supposed to be released this month? I'm really looking forward to that movie. (Here's the trailer, in case you missed it.)

SPACE, YOU SCARY.

My shoulder is back to normal, doing all of the things a shoulder is supposed to do. My dad and I were talking about it and I told him that I had just overexercised and he was like, "That's what happens when you get older," and there was a tense moment of silence on my end of the line because I was busy checking the Rascal™ Web site to see if I could get my mobility scooter in hot rod red. Seriously. I'm twenty-seven. Twenty-seven is not old. Twenty-seven does not even fit into the "older" category. In 1900, when the average life expectancy for a woman in the US was 48.3, sure, twenty-seven was old. Twilight territory. (Then again, in 1900 you were probably lucky to live long enough without contracting tetanus from rusty farm equipment or falling into a coal furnace.) Then again, there are times when I really feel my age. Like when I check my student roster and half my class turns out to be born after 1993. That's a pretty sobering moment. You were playing with Jurassic Park action figures while your students were still sucking amniotic fluid. Jeepers, that's rough.

Shoestring budget this month while I wait for my next paycheck. I'm learning to make choices about purchases based on what I actually need to get by, rather than what I want. I've stopped impulse buying, for the most part. That's been a real problem with me in the past. I think everyone should have the experience of living on their own, being in charge of their own finances, at some point in their life. It's at turns empowering and incredibly scary. You learn a lot about what you can actually live without. For instance: I just opened a Snickers bar I'd stashed in the freezer and accidentally dropped it in the trash can; pre-Terre Haute me might have left it there and gone for another one. Current!me was ready to launch a full-scale rescue mission to get that damn chocolate back.

It was delicious.
katernater: (actor • (tennant))
I spent part of today trading e-mails with a guy I'm pretty sure I've been secretly in love with since we met at a party my first week of college. He's invited me to spend Labor Day weekend with him at his family's lake cottage and I'm trying to be all nonchalant, like, "Oh yeah, I get invited to lake houses by hot guys all the time; where's my regatta scarf?" when, on the inside I'm really all, "206 is the magic number, baby, because that's how many bones you have and that's how many I'm planning to jump."

My parents and I drove up to Valpo last weekend to move my stuff out of Todd's apartment. He was decent enough to break down most of the furniture and move it into the living room, but I still had a ton of books and brik-a-brak to box up. We filled a whole UHaul trailer with my half of the apartment. I'm not going to lie: it felt good to get my stuff out of there. Todd and I are on good terms and can carry on a civil conversation, but I think this last weekend made the break-up, well, real. I still felt like I had a link to my old life with all of my furniture and books in another place. Todd wasn't there, which was okay. He got a chance to go home to Fort Wayne to see friends and family and he took it, so my parents and I could come and go from the apartment as we pleased. It took about an hour and a half. The only time that I really got somewhat nostalgic was when I went through all of the LPs we'd bought together; I was sad to leave "Beggar's Banquet" and "The Stranger," but Todd had bought those on his own and it wasn't right for me to take them. I don't have a turntable to play them on anyway. I was able to move some small things back to my apartment: pictures, some glassware, other small items. I really feel like I'm making this apartment -- this town -- my new home. I finally got a gym membership (and am currently sweating it twice a week in Zumba classes) and found a classic rock station that comes in clear on my stereo. I'm happy in my job, happy with the friendships I'm making, and happy with the new creative opportunity in my novel project. Money's tight and I'll be happy when I will be able to stop paying rent-and-a-half for two apartments, but I'm nowhere near starving or deprived. I'm just learning how to manage my money and my time more effectively.

I'm not in any hurry to date again. I like the freedom that being single provides, and I have always been happy in my own company. I'm open to whatever comes next, but I also think that this time is an excellent opportunity for me to find out who I am and what I want in a partner. And there's no rush to figure out either of those things.

I think [livejournal.com profile] another_myself and I are going to watch an episode of Doctor Who together tonight. I can't wait until the second half of the series; it's in, like, two weeks, right? I NEED MY DOCTOR. I AM MARTHA JONESIN'.

ALSO. [livejournal.com profile] awesomesquared, I AM LOOKING AT YOU AND YOU KNOW WHY.

Filed!

Apr. 5th, 2011 06:47 pm
katernater: (actor • (fame))
Taxes have finally been filed. I honestly don't know why I dicked around for so long when the due date is, like, in less than two weeks, but I have found that bad things happen when I am left alone in a room with only numbers for company. Despite it all, I will actually be getting a little money back this year. It's not enough to really do anything with, but it will be nice to pad a few bills and credit card payments. Any thoughts of extravagant purchases that happen to trip over my brain these days are pretty much tabled right after I have them. I seem to've come down with a wicked case of financial pragmatism since moving out on my own. (Except when it comes to books and handbags and, in those cases, I have to be physically restrained from overindulging.)

Work is going well. I find that this term is much busier than the first, but not unmanageable. I am in my office a lot more often and I seem to have a higher percentage of students who are willing to stop by to either work with me on things for class, or simply because they would like to chat. I'm very happy in my job and consider myself very lucky to have found something that I enjoy doing this much every day.

I am also re-reading Frankenstein and thoroughly enjoying it. I was so impressed by the National Theater Live performance this weekend; I hope that the production will be made available on DVD at some point so I may have the chance to see both versions. (I know the soundtrack is available for sale in the UK, but an American version has not been commercially released.) Had I another year in graduate school I might have considered incorporating Frankenstein into some kind of thesis or dissertation; there are just so many interesting interpretations of the text to explore.

Gonna' make some dinner and take it easy for the rest of the evening, I think. I've been watching Professor Brian Cox's Wonders of the Universe series over the last couple of nights. He breaks complicated physics concepts down into comprehensible notions and does so in an incredibly poetic, thoughtful manner. It really makes you appreciate how wonderful -- and mathematically incalculable -- it is to be alive.

Lurve.

Feb. 14th, 2011 05:40 pm
katernater: (house • (wardrobe))
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Todd and I had an intrastate gift exchange this year: he sent me about twelve pounds of chocolate, and I sent him a mix CD and a card with an 'our-relationship-as-a-sports-metaphor' theme. I'm planning to go back to Valparaiso this weekend (it's nice when your present can actually be seeing the person with whom you're in a relationship), the first time I've been back since moving to Terre Haute.

I've gotta' say: I'm pretty okay on my own, but there are times when I really miss having Todd around to talk to. We talk on the phone a couple of times a week, but it was nice to have that face-to-face, visual connection every day. I like my co-workers and my students keep me very busy, but that's pretty much the extent of my interpersonal contact these days. I'm shy about going out to meet new people. However, now that the weather's starting to turn (or at least teasing us all with the prospect), there will be a lot more outdoor activities popping up; some co-workers even go to a Tuesday/Thursday night yoga group on campus. I've just got to get over my shyness and get out there.

I also miss having free time to write in the evenings. I don't think I've written anything -- for my own pleasure -- since January. Even when I've had some free time in the evenings I haven't really felt like sitting down and committing to my word processor. I'm pretty much sapped by the end of the day. I'll go back and read old RP logs -- cringing and patting myself on the back at turns -- and wonder if I'll ever have time for it again. I really miss having that outlet. I would hope that growing up doesn't mean that you have to give up those things that you really, really love to do.

Illin'.

Jan. 29th, 2011 09:57 pm
katernater: (sanctuary • (recumbent))
'Laid up in the apartment with a cold that hit me all of a sudden yesterday afternoon. I don't recall a time in recent memory when I've felt this lousy; all I want to do is sleep. I hope I'm able to rally before tomorrow night. My boss's boss is coming in from South Carolina and we are all supposed to go out to dinner together. This is the guy who sat in on my phone interview when I was going for the job in the first place, so it would probably behoove me to make an attempt not to look like death when I roll up to the restaurant.

I got home from work last night, checked a couple of e-mails and then passed out on my couch for a couple of hours. When I woke up I made a run to Walmart for orange juice and cold medicine and, I swear, I don't remember how I got back to the apartment. You probably could have sold me on anything last night and I would have been like, "Yeah, sure, okay, but is it all right if I lie down first?" And tonight, all I want to do is take a bath to try and relax, but I can't justify using all of that water to do it. I mean, now that I'm actually paying for all of my utilities, I'm being unnecessarily stingy with them. That's right, kids: adulthood turns you into a total tightwad. Enjoy.

On the upside, being sick has meant that I've had the opportunity to go back and watch old episodes of Mad About You. I used to love that show. Paul and Jamie Buchman are in the pantheon of marriages I hope to one day emulate (along with Ed Harris and Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio in The Abyss, because even though they pretend to hate one another, by the end of the movie extreme circumstances and an underwater alien civilization make them see how absolutely awesome they are together).

Right. Back to the couch.

[ETA:]
Screw it. 'Took a bath and it was awesome: I feel a little better and I smell like cashmere.
katernater: (movie • (elinor))
I'm all moved in! Mom, dad and Todd came up midday yesterday to help me settle in and to buy me some starter groceries. I can't begin to express how grateful I am to the three of them. I probably wasn't the easiest person to get along with yesterday; when I get stressed and/or tired I tend to get snippy. They dealt with me like champs, though, and we managed to get everything into the apartment before dark. I stayed up most of the night getting everything into its proper place (because I just can't leave clutter unorganized) and today I went out for a few more starter items.

Cut for a quick and dirty tour of my new digs )

It's still a work in progress, obviously. I would like to fill up the negative space on the living room and bedroom walls, but will have to wait until my first paycheck to buy anything else. I've got an idea to frame the covers of old Penguin Classics and hang them about the apartment, but all of the used bookstores I checked out today were closed. That will likely be an ongoing project.

No class tomorrow because of the holiday, but I will be spending the majority of the day coming up with my first week of lesson plans. For now, though? A nap. I think it's well deserved.
katernater: (actor • (dom))
I just got an e-mail from the TESOL convention people, telling me that I did not get the travel grant award I applied for back in October. It would have covered the cost of registration plus something like a grand in other extraneous expenses. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed, but some things just aren't meant to be. My parents gave me $350 as a graduation present (which, conveniently, is the total cost of registration for the conference) but I might end up using it to pay bills this next month, as there will be no further financial aid checks to rely on. I'm actually okay with that. I mean, if I am meant to go to the conference then I will find a way to go to the conference. Right now, being in limbo as I am, things are tight and it's tough to see that far down the road. I remain optimistic, though. I have a meeting tomorrow which might open up some doors to jobs in the area. I'm not going to give up or get discouraged; plenty of grad students before me have gone through this exact thing, and in addition to having a terrific support system (Todd, my family, and my friends are amazing), I think I'm a pretty tough cookie. I can be incredibly persistent when going after something I want. It's going to take work, but I can't just sit on the sidelines and expect things to happen on their own. I've got to be pro-active about my future; got to go out there and make it happen for myself.

That being said, I wanted to take another opportunity to thank all of you for your support, good wishes, and presence over the last few months (and, for some of you, years). I know that I say I'll be all right on my own, and that most of the time I'm pretty insular when it comes to reaching out for help, but I can honestly say that there were times when I didn't know if I could do it on my own. Your words of support and your thoughts meant a lot to me during those moments. I was made stronger through your friendship. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

In my time off, I've been baking quite a bit. My mom and I have been experimenting with cookie recipes, to great success. I've made two batches of reindeer Oreo cookies in the last few days:

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And if anyone would like the recipe, it's under this cut )
katernater: (doctor who • (reboot))
So tired. Todd and I were up until about six this morning drinking wine and watching S2 episodes of House. We both caved and gave each other one part of the other's Christmas present. Todd got me Michael Moorcock's The Coming of the Terraphiles and I got him a Bender keychain. (I will save the rest of his presents for Christmas, I will.) At one point I remember the conversation getting very existential -- the meaning of life, thoughts about heaven and what happens to us after we die -- but one of us made a poop joke and we were back on track. Nights like that are awesome. :)

Weekend To-Do List:

SATURDAY:
- Clean apartment before parents arrive on Sunday
- Call parents to confirm arrival/departure plans
- Do a load of laundry
- Buy soda and scotch tape
- Wrap Christmas presents
- Finish That One Part of [livejournal.com profile] another_myself's Birthristmas box
- Make a final exam study plan for Japanese
- E-mail mailing address to BBF / Follow up with Andrew, re: the VIC

SUNDAY:
- Graduation!
- Begin studying for Japanese final
katernater: (house • (administrator))
In the words of [livejournal.com profile] affablestranger, things proceed apace. I have not been as active on LJ as in the past (mostly because of schedules, and because Tumblr offers immediate Web-based gratification), but I have been keeping up with my friends page and my thoughts are with those of you who are going through difficult and/or trying times in your own lives.

The last few weeks have been, well, an emotional fencing match, I suppose. I've been very busy with my last semester of graduate school, trying to put things into place following graduation (which, at the end of this month, will be less than two months away) and trying to spend as much time as possible doing things to be kind to myself. Even so, certain things slip through the cracks -- updating LJ for one -- and I've come down with the first symptoms of my bi-annual cold, which makes everything a little more difficult.

I've been more than a little introspective since I went home the last time. I guess it's a combination of an upcoming birthday (which I keep forgetting about), and the fact that so many other things are coming to an end. The semester, my graduate work, the chance to use "continuing my education" as a legitimate excuse to avoid joining the real world again. I know I've said it before, but getting a Master's degree was sort of, you know, the big thing, the one plan, I had for my early adult life. Beyond that, I never really planned for any real...career. I enjoy teaching ESL more than I ever thought I would, and it would ideal if I could teach after graduation. Outside of that? I'm really not sure. I was having a conversation with an old college friend this weekend, and we both wondered the same thing -- at what point in your adult life are you supposed to be the person you'll be for the rest of your life? You know, when you've sort of settled into who you are, and where your strengths and weaknesses lie. There are so many times when I feel like I'm just pretending at this whole "adult responsibility" thing; like, at any moment, someone's going to come along and call me out on the fact that I have no real clue as to where to go from here.

It's like, when I'm teaching, I'm thinking, is this it? Is this what I'm supposed to be? It feels good. But is there something else? Or when I'm writing, or discussing books, or talking about traveling to other countries, there's always a part of me that's attempting to consolidate all of those interests into something -- a job, a mission -- that can sustain me for the next forty years. Everything was charted out for me until after graduate school. Now, with the big, wide world out there, I have no more excuses. I've got to join. Make a contribution. Sometimes I'm afraid that being a student will be the only thing I'll ever by any good at.

Ridiculous, right? There's a whole world out there, waiting for me. I know enough to get by (or, at least make it appear that I do) and there are so many things that I am looking forward to doing while I am young. I just wish some of this indecision would go away, so I can get on with it.
katernater: (actor • (goode))
The midway point for [livejournal.com profile] sherlockfest is galloping closer and closer, and I am sitting on a mostly-empty playlist for my contribution; do you have any idea how hard it is to come up with a fanmix for The Hound of the Baskervilles? Pretty darn heck hard. At this point I'm pretty much tossing in anything that has even a whiff of the moor. I'm sure that it will all gel at some point, but I probably shouldn't have signed up for a fanmix challenge when my driving motivation to do so was because I had already designed the cover art in my head. (It's really cool, you guys.)

Kind of a slow start to the week. I felt like I was running in a different timezone for most of the day; constantly a few hours behind the rest of the world. I met with my professor and we finally think we've ironed out the payment schedule for my last semester of graduate research. The graduate department only sanctions students for three semesters of guaranteed paid work, so we have circumvented the system and gone through the English Department instead. (Not that any of you really give a whoop where my paycheck comes from; I can't believe I'm padding out a journal entry with red tape. I'm twenty-six, my life should be more interesting than this.) I'm still on the fence about the job at the International Center. I need to e-mail that guy tomorrow and ask for a firmer set of parameters. I mean, ten to twelve hours of work per week will not be enough time to launch a full-scale, community-wide ESL program. It just won't. And, not to sound cheap, but if I am going to devote myself to this, I want to make sure that I am compensated for my time. So far, the Center has not provided any kind of verifying paperwork as to a payment schedule or, really, anything that resembles an outline for the position. I'M SORRY. THIS IS GETTING BORING AGAIN. I tried coming up with a metaphor that made it sound more interesting, but the only thing I could come up with was a stripper metaphor -- "for that amount of money you can get the lap dance, but not the happy ending" -- and those are words which should never be written in the same paragraph as Boss and My.

We'll see how it all goes.
katernater: (cuddy (s3) // You knew I'd be asleep)
From the science rag (because I pulled two gray hairs out of the top of mi cabesa this afternoon): Fact Or Fiction: Stress Causes Gray Hair. Honestly, I'm not that keyed up. Mild stress that goes along with being a graduate student, sure, but nothing that would cause me to go white. They are screwing around with the cable channels for the complex, trying to get things ready for the digital conversion in February. I just went through the lineup and guess what channel is missing? Fox. I hope they get it sorted by Monday! That's somewhat stressful. (And kind of sad.)

PROMO PICS FOR HOUSE 5X16 WHAT? )
katernater: (badass (dd) // Hunky writer on Aisle 11)
I've fallen in love with The Waste Land again.

Also, with domestic beer.
katernater: (happy (c) // Girl with the most cake)
I need to eat something. My stomach is making noises like that swansonging tractor-trailer in Duel. Yesterday, I managed half a sandwich from Jimmy John's (Todd brought it over, because Todd is amazing) and about six (or ten -- okay, ten) homebaked cookies. My parents are taking me out for a quasi-birthday dinner tonight (they know that I'm going to be pretty much incommunicado tomorrow night), which will make up for everything that I didn't eat this weekend and, given my present hormonal/emotional state, kind makes me want to cry a little.

Twenty-five feels so...insignificant. I never thought that I'd be instantly imbued with Quarter-Life Knowledge or anything but, when I was young and I used to fantasize about being twenty-five? Nothing that I imagined ever came close to what I'm actually living. When I was young, I used to write characters who, at twenty-five, were senior staff writers at The New York Times, or who had already earned a couple of notches on their gun holster while traveling the country as a part of the FBI's elite crime containment unit. These days? I'm floored by days when my bagel doesn't get caught in the slots of my toaster and almost set the whole kitchen on fire. I still don't know much about people, or opera, or mathematics, and sometimes I whine like I'm thirteen or pout like I'm six. I don't know what to do with my body most days, so I end up spilling it into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and a pair of Converse that wouldn't be out of place in any elementary school gymnasium, hoping that today's social faux pas won't be too mortifying and that, if worse comes to worse, I can bullshit my way out of it with some sleight-of-hand intellectualism.

I have not flossed for longer than two consecutive days in my entire life.

I am not ready to be thirty.

Tomorrow won't likely bring a more salient prerogative, either, so I'm going to have to accept today's sad sack of proto-intellectualizing as the very best I can do under the circumstances -- I'm getting old, I'm practically ancient, in dog years I'm dead -- and stow it until they bring 'round the cake.
katernater: (joy (bp) // Because we want to)
Promotional shots of RDJ on the set of the new Sherlock Holmes flick )

Okay, so he's not exactly the guy I had in mind to take on one of literature's greatest personas (when I've read the stories, Basil Rathbone has always been my default figure!face -- Hugh Laurie, even, because he's got the gangliness and poise that I envision for Holmes) but if Brad Pitt can pull off Achilles...

-- Wait. That's a terrible example.

Last night, Todd and I went out to dinner to celebrate our 1.5 year anniversary. It's still kind of surreal that we've been together for that long. We've accomplished so much in what seems like such a short amount of time -- Europe, at least seven concerts, a very fine engagement -- and we've still got the adventure of co-habitation to look forward to. Both of us have very simplistic ambitions about that, too. We're excited about the prospect of doing laundry together, and going to the grocery store together, midnight pillow fights and movie marathons, eating take-away Thai in the middle of the living room floor. We found out late this week that our apartment applications have been approved (yay!), but that they had us slated for a move-in date of November 17th -- a full month-and-a-half ahead of our presumed target date. They (the apartment folks) are going to see what they can do about holding the apartment for a couple more weeks so that we don't feel the pinch of having to pay rent on a place we won't actually be living in until the end of the year.

I will be working until the end of the year -- the 24th of December, to be exact, when the agency naturally shuts down until early January -- and I still have to get all of that financial slop in order. I have to transfer my bank accounts to another bank, resign my health insurance, make sure that my financial aid is intact, change my mailing address, etc. etc. And all in a little less than two months. I'm confident that I can get everything done in time. I work well under a deadline.

Speaking of upcoming events: it turns out that The Episode of House (you know...the episode) airs on my birthday! I got lucky two years ago when Hugh Laurie hosted SNL on my birthday. I figure that this is Fate's way of bribing me into getting older.
katernater: (blah (dt) // Planes trains and TARDISes)
Feeling in sort of a funk today, which I attribute to the gustatory mathematics of last night -- Reuben sandwich + potato chips + cookies + beer -- and the fact that I woke up right in the middle of a REM cycle this morning. I need to do something about my sleeping habits. Sure, I can subsist on the 4-6 hours of sleep I get every weeknight and just plan on banking the rest for the weekends (I can't remember a time when I got out of bed before eleven thirty on a Saturday or Sunday) but that's only going to last so long and I'm pretty sure that the rampant highway hypnosis I experience on the daily commute a) has something to do with the fact that I'm not sleeping well, and b) could eventually be very detrimental to the plan I have for keeping my organs on the inside of my body.

Lack of sleep, coupled with the fact that I'm not on a strict schedule for actual meals, compounded by the fact that I often forgo both in order to make an appearance at the gym after work, mean that I should start practicing healthier lifestyle choices before Todd and I move to Valparaiso and there's virtually no check or balance on those kinds of things. Though, to his credit, Todd will always make sure that I eat something and he's okay with always being the one to wake up before I do (which enables him to play his DS and stare at me creepily while I sleep, often simultaneously) so I know that I'll be looked after when we move away.

I noticed that there might be an issue with my personal habits this afternoon when, after I bought the first season of Six Feet Under (young Michael C. Hall! NOM NOM!), I reacted like a senior citizen to the more-than-slightly complex DVD packaging. Things open, other things unfold, tabs are tabular -- you get the point. Regardless, I'm pretty sure that it took me longer than the average person to figure out the Winchester Mystery packaging. I call for "napsies" tonight, along with some good stick-to-your-ribs grub. It's the end of the week. I've earned it.

I'm thinking about watching Bruckheimer's latest anti-opus, Eleventh Hour, because of The Sewell. Does this make me shallow? Or just a connoisseur of fine facial cheeses? (Ew.) Also, I refuse to watch ABC butcher Life On Mars, even though Harvey "I Look Like I Just Swallowed Half A Sandwich (But Not With My Mouth)" Keitel is attached to the project.

I never know how to end these things
katernater: (alone (w) // A life in packing crates)
When you want for a best friend, you want for someone like [livejournal.com profile] luuser. Kiki was back in town for her little brother's high school graduation (he and my brother were in the same graduating class) and we got a chance to catch up tonight over coffee. She brought me a page that she'd clipped out of Variety (this one), an Emmy-themed House bumper sticker, and a copy of Newton Faulkner's Hand Built By Robots (her place of employ brought in Newton Faulkner to perform; my place of employ line items pizza).

I haven't seen her since her birthday in February -- and it's likely that we won't see one another again before Christmas -- so this reunion was kind of bittersweet. We both acknowledged that we felt terribly old, even though we're still ridiculously young. Both of us, I think, were wondering how in the hell we managed to stay best friends, even though we've essentially lost contact with everyone else that we ever hung around with in high school. Why is it that some things stick and others don't?

Also, it's ridiculously warm in this house. I mean, I know I'm upstairs and that warm air rises but, DAMN. I think I'm going to have to camp out on the couch downstairs. This is the perfect opportunity to catch up on my Band Of Brothers watch-a-thon. I'm seriously at the point where I'm considering foregoing pants.

Those last two sentences were subconsciously connected.

On that note, go vote at [livejournal.com profile] bzzinglikeneon's Fandom Superlatives. House is currently winning for "Character Least Likely to Shave His/Her Head for Cancer Sympathy"!
katernater: (FAIL (xf) // Bees and corn crops)
Oh man, I totally phoned in my performance at work today. A couple of Very Important People have been out of the office for most of the week and I was commissioned to do their jobs, as well as my own. 'Made for a couple of stressful days in the early part of the week, but today I sort of coasted. I plan to be much more proactive with some personal affairs this weekend, as the next two days will mark the first time in a week that I've been able to think about things outside of the office.

Todd and I are going to see "Shine A Light" tonight! I can't wait!
katernater: (focus (h) // Miles and miles away)
'Going to South Bend tomorrow for a client dealer meeting at the College Football Hall Of Fame which, I suppose, is better than the National Cleveland-Style Polka Hall Of Fame, although not by much. I'm pleased that my company has seen fit to send me to the meeting as a representative of the account service team, but I'm less pleased that the posting requires me to get up at five o'clock so I can make it there by 8:30. Somehow, advertising always seemed more, uh, glamorous than "five o'clock in the morning."

Other travel news: my passport came in the mail yesterday! I'm now officially sanctioned to travel outside of the United States and, honestly, July can't come quickly enough. [livejournal.com profile] fadedluthien just got back from a whirlwind tour of London and Paris and I've marked several of her stops as potential landmarks for Todd and me.

However, she had the luxury of being able to spend at least two days in Paris -- Todd and I will have, at most, nine hours. I would like to see the Louvre and Notre Dame and, of course, the Eifel Tower. Most of all, though, I'd like to spend the morning sunning myself in a streetside cafe with Todd, drinking coffee and chain-smoking those pretentious little French cigars that are sold over there like candy.

London is a far more simple decision: Trafalgar, Trafalgar, Trafalgar. I want my bronze lions, dammit.

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