trinityvixen: (got nothing)

The call of the wild. )

Some of this is undoubtedly related to my anxiety/euphoria over leaving my job, too, I realize that. I'll soon be really free to do whatever the fuck I want, and I'm straining at the bit to get there. I have a bucket list for leaving New York. I keep adding to it, but 9 out of 10 additions are part of the Outside! All the time! mania. To whit:
1) Go to the Highline Park.
2) Ride bike over the Brooklyn Bridge (presumably to Brooklyn where there may be still more paths to take).
2A) If not a total chicken-shit, bike over the GWB, with its much scarier low rails and traffic.
3) Take the Staten Island Ferry.
4) Go to the Cloisters.
5) Walk the length and/or circumference of Manhattan (I did most of this one day with [livejournal.com profile] fairest and [livejournal.com profile] cagexxx, and we covered a good chunk from 116th to Canal Street).
6) Go to the Brooklyn flea (ew, so much Brooklyn stuff).

These are the additions that I made recently. The list includes going to the Guggenheim (never been) and a massive three-day-at-last binge where I tour the entire Metropolitan Museum of Art. I keep going to the Met for exhibits and then fucking around visiting this or that of my favorite places (arms and armor; the Egyptian Wing; the rooms of furniture). I want to spend like three-to-four hours a day, making sure to take my time and not to get too burnt out with museum fatigue, over a few days, to really take it all in. New York and DC are the places to go for museums, and I need to absorb some of that before I peace out of here for a substantial portion of the next four years (at least).

Anything else I should consider? Let me know!
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Everywhere I turn, people are trying to spoil The Avengers for me by telling me what to think of it. I don't want to know! So I'm going radio silent until this evening. I hope I make it to 8:30.

Most of the time, I like knowing what people thought going into a movie. I like to have a general feel about the thing and what to expect so I can modulate expectations. But when I'm reeeeeally excited, I need not to know that you thought it was "okay" or "pretty great" or "not so good" (NOTE: THOSE ARE NOT ACTUAL REVIEWS I'VE SEEN FOR THE AVENGERS. I MADE THOSE UP. I WILL NOT SPOIL YOU IF YOU DO NOT SPOIL ME.) I've gone into two movies in my recent life not knowing what to expect, like, at all: Inception and Cabin in the Woods. Both benefited immensely from that, Cabin in the Woods perhaps more so. In a world where everything is known before you get to the theater, thanks to trailers and gossip sites, it's a rare privilege to enjoy things almost without knowing what to expect, you know?

So, yes, text me if you need something, or e-mail, but I'm going to read boring political blogs until I leave work because I cannot read Twitter or any of my usual sites for the rest of the day.
trinityvixen: (vampire smile)
I find my lack of a Halloween icon disturbing. Needs must remedy that.

I went into Bath & Body Works this weekend to find they're already flogging their Halloween wares, and ended up dropping waaaaay too much on Halloween-themed soaps and the like. So...weak...against...Halloween...stuff. Friends and family both commented, with an edge of concern about this fixation. I cannot say their concern is misplaced.

I had this idea, once, that Heaven is a giant house where every room is something different. In one room, it's always Christmas, always the coziest, most well-decorated, cookie-smelling, presents-unwrapping Christmas ever. In another, it's a portal unto the ocean, where you can float and swim with the fishes to your heart's content. I just really liked the idea that Heaven is a collection of your favorite moments that exist, ready to be enjoyed, whenever you and forever. I'm beginning to think my Heaven would have another room, one where it's always Halloween. There's someplace where "Monster Mash" is always playing (and never gets old), and there are orange, green, purple, and black decorations as far as the eye can see. A punch bowl is softly bubbling over with fog like a witch's cauldron, and there's candy and spooks to be had.

Until such time as I reach this Heaven, I will have to make do with my metal doohickey that slides over a normal soap dispenser to make it look like it's shrouded in spider webs. I love Halloweeeeeeeen!!!!
trinityvixen: (ivy what?)
I dreamt, vividly, last night, and I remember it so well, perhaps, because I was woken abruptly by a series of coughs that are the last remnants of a cold. (Yes, I caught a cold in summer. Sigh.)

Basically, I was walking up the steps to my parents house, after hanging out with friends, when two men--one of whom was James Van Der Beek--came up to me, rather agitated. In my dream, I instantly became alarmed because we had agreed not to meet for a while. This meant there was A Problem. They threw a metal tube (that was somehow also a drinking glass) at me and said that they couldn't keep it any more. It was a bit rusty, but I panicked because it could have easily been blood.

It probably was blood. We had killed somebody, months ago, and they were now throwing the last bits of evidence my way to hide/dispose of. As I ran into the house to sterilize and bleach out anything I might have touched ever (CSI says you can't type blood if it's been bleached!), I was trying to remember if, in fact, I had been a party to murder. How had I gone on living so indifferently since that sort of thing? I began to question whether it could even have happened, given that I hadn't really changed my lifestyle all that much. Was I a monster? What the hell...

Naturally, I awoke in the midst of that panicking and spent ten minutes at 5 am this morning coughing my lungs out trying to remember if I HAD KILLED SOMEBODY. Basically, it was a more macabre version of this dream that I do still have all the time. Unpleasant in the extreme, but it's good to know that dream-me is as appalled by the idea of my being able to kill people and live a normal life afterward as real-me is. I believe this particular twist came up as I was contemplating how I would have fared and, should I have survived, lived after participating in one of the Hunger Games. As for why James Van Der Beek was in my head, I blame this post on Project Rungay that I read yesterday.
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The movie-watching plans I made last week have, save for a trip to see Priest tonight, mostly fallen apart. I went to visit U Penn's vet school--lovely campus!--and used that as an excuse to drop in on [livejournal.com profile] feiran and [livejournal.com profile] ecmyers for the weekend. Alas, it was not the best weekend for poor [livejournal.com profile] feiran but I had a good time. I ate some truly excellent Korean BBQ for the first time, and that's a pleasure I hope to have repeated often. So tasty! Alas, the incredibly poor performance of Dylan Dog, coupled with no new releases of note being released that weekend meant we missed out going to the movies.

We did, however, finish Smallville. I have surprisingly little to say about it. But not SO little it shouldn't still go behind a cut. (No spoilers!) )

I also caught up on Supernatural on my way down to and back from Philly. The direction this season has gone is interesting. I didn't really think there was any point to continuing a show past the literal apocalypse, but they found a credible enough way to examine the aftermath. It's actually really funny because minor spoilers for end of season five ). I'm not sure I buy that this was evident from the beginning--the twist that was just revealed before the finale seems a little more sudden than reveals in seasons past--but I actually don't mind the direction it has gone.

One thing that intrigued me: nerd rage over the season finale teaser. No spoilers, just some venting. )

Tonight, Priest! I'm so excited you guys. I have only been this enthused so far this summer about Thor, though I haven't got half the expectations for Priest as I did Thor (and, if you recall, my expectations for Thor were decidedly sublevel). I just want to glory in the badness and then go read, finally, [livejournal.com profile] glvalentine 's review that will make all the badness even funnier. I may also be in it for Vampire Cowboy Karl Urban. Not gonna lie, that's a draw for me.
trinityvixen: (insane)
I shit thee not, friends, I'm looking forward to the next few weeks. Yeah, I have to spend (according to my own rules) at least an hour a day (three on weekend days) on studying for my upcoming GRE (four weeks away! aaaaaaH!!!!), but I'm going to see SO MANY movies in the upcoming weeks. I'm driven to the point of distraction over it, even.

I really enjoy seeing movies. This week, I gave myself a break after the hectic one-two-three that was final exam, MAY MOVIE, bridal shower (and Mother's Day, but that was fun, not a chore). I have watched a new movie almost every night. Not all brilliant (back in your corner, Midnight Meat Train), but I haven't lazed about quite this way in a while. And I'm going out to the theater this weekend (hopefully!) and twice next week and once next weekend! After Thor was disappointingly AWESOME, I need the cheesy, hammy badness of something like Priest. I need it bad. Oh, Vampire Cowboy Karl Urban, how can I quit you?

Morning aggravations aside, I'm looking forward to the long weekend, hanging out with [livejournal.com profile] feiran  and [livejournal.com profile] ecmyers (AND FINISHING SMALLVILLE OMG YOU GUYS) and just generally enjoying my last weekend to NOT GIVE A SHIT for two months. Then I come back, study my ass off and do nothing but apply to schools until those aforementioned friends get married. AND THEN I AM FREE. I am going to enjoy THE SHIT out of this summer, you guys. Because come fall, I have to deal with the heartbreak of where I won't be getting into schools outright, the hassle of interviewing at places that won't take me, and, if I'm very, very lucky, the agony of deciding whether to attend the one school (probably in fucking Oklahoma) that will take me.

SUMMER AND MOVIES WILL SET ME FREE. That's what I'm taking out of this. Also, if I hit all four movies I intend to in the next week and a half, I'll be ahead on my 52-movies-in-a-theater-a-year resolution for the first time since, like, January, where it doesn't really count because it was much easier to get ahead when there was only one movie as yet required for a movie-a-week resolution. It might even carry me over past August, traditionally the Death Valley of cinema. (January/February are pretty bad, but that only means they get the so-bad-they're-hilarious shit that no one wants to bother releasing in August.)

If you're wondering if I've snapped, the answer is yes. It's a gorgeous day, I have a long weekend ahead of me, and the promise of fun hangings out with friends and MOVIES MOVIES MOVIES is enough to make me batshit. Sue me!
trinityvixen: (win!)
I have mentioned (and, if not, demonstrated) how very little it really takes to make me happy. I sometimes worry that I come off a generally pessimistic and grumpy person. Perhaps I am and that is why small things completely turn my day around, even one that has only just begun.

Today is the first day I'm riding my bike to work. Now, I did ride to work before, on a Sunday, but I'd like to forget that I worked on a weekend, so today is the officially official start to my biking to work season. No more dealing with the stupid, slow bus to get across town! I'm going to be getting exercise, like, every day! Without taking any more time out of my day because the exercise replaces my commute! (THAT I HATE.)

On top of that, my cats liked new food! Given how freaking picky they are, this is enough to make me squeal. Luckily, no one was in the apartment at the time but me. The great news is that it's el-cheapo stuff they like that is actually great for them. So, on top of it being something they like, they're cutting my cat food bill almost in half. I have a lot to say about cat food, actually. )
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Not that he's, you know, ugly, just that he shouldn't be able to pull off this hair better than I do. And yet? That is my experience so far this morning. I caught my own reflection and was all, "....Top Dollar? Are you having a bad hair day? Oh, wait. It's me."

Le siiiiiiiiigh. I have a presentation to give in just over an hour, and I looked at the slides that I sent my professor, and, naturally, they've been lightly chewed around the edges in the transfer from her computer to mine despite the fact that I sent her a pdf of what the slides should look like, so she should KNOW that something is off. I mean, I lost the fun stencil font (standard with Mac versions of MSOffice!) for the title, and, worse, the fungus' genus is no longer capitalized...? I have no idea how Latingenusname latinspeciesname went from that to latinGenusname latinspeciesname. I mean, what part of losing a font should even do that?

SIIIIIIIIGH. I just have to hope the video is working better.
trinityvixen: (fangirl)


If there's even a slim chance this is playing before movies opening this weekend that I had no interest in otherwise, like Scream 4, I WILL GO SEE THEM TO SEE IT ON THE BIG SCREEN.

GIP!

Apr. 14th, 2011 03:15 pm
trinityvixen: (Pom in a tophat)
I have a secret weakness for Poms, and someone made a Pomeranian in a tophat with monocle and I AM NOT MADE OF STONE.

Also, holy shit! It's Thursday already! AND 3:00 NO LESS? Where the hell has this week gone?
trinityvixen: (blogging from work)
Test was brutal, especially the short answers. Last time, I breezed through the whole thing and lost points that more careful reading might have saved me. I tried to be more careful this time, but there were a lot of highly subjective fucking true/false and multiple choice questions. I mean "Can you use X technique to learn about Y AND Z fields of study?" Well, yes, you can, but it would be a waste of time and money to do so for Z. But technically you can use X to learn about Z, so I guess that's true. I even asked about that because there were two, right in a row. The second one was more like "True/False: A is used to for B and C," and that's not "A can be used," just that A is or isn't. So I said it was false because A COULD be used for C, but it isn't so...

Yeah, a lot of that. I'm no mindreader. This is just bad writing. Whatever, last time I though I did awesome, this time I'm convinced I failed, and I'm sure the truth, as ever, will be somewhere in the middle. It's done. I even got permission to take the final early. I did not, alas, work up the nerve to ask for a recommendation. I want to see how I did on the test next week and then ask.

In other news, this Penny Arcade strip, in which a real injury was sustained by the strip's artist, roughly resembles my own reaction to a relatively minor injury. Which, one-and-a-half weeks on, is almost healed. The severe looking indentation in my finger has been ameliorated by clipping away the dead skin around the wound. I can even see the scar below the wound where I cut myself ten years ago in almost the same place. I'm going to live!

Off I get to do some PCR now. Kthxbai.
trinityvixen: (balls)
I did a ton of stuff this weekend. I volunteered (though not as much as I should have--more on that in a sec), saw a ton of people, played a bunch of card games (in which I was handedly dumped on because I advertised that I believe being ruthless is victory--might have tipped my hand too early there), and got to go peruse Michael's with my former roommate for some invitation ideas. I even put in some time with The Darkness video game, which I had a new urging to play after coming back from the 30-minute demo at PAX East. I played Rock Band, people. I hadn't done that in ages. I ended up staying up too late customizing a character and a logo for my band, which lead to me oversleeping on Sunday and canceling volunteering that day.

Karma came for me with a vengeance as a result, alas. Fully intending to continue on, eating and breaking hearts as Jackie Estacado, I took a break from gaming (instead of volunteering! my guilt! let me show you it!) to have some cheese. I had some aged gouda that I'd picked up and that would have made a lovely snack. It's a hard cheese, so I thought I'd chip away at it with a knife.

....guess how well that went? Drama queeeeeeeen for liiiiiiiife! )

None of that is hyperbole, by the by. I was really that worried. I need to remember that my life is not a Victorian moral and that I'm not literally going to be poisoned by cheese knife to death as revenge for not volunteering to save poor, defenseless kittens. 
trinityvixen: (Default)
I forgot to mention that the doctor I saw yesterday said I'm a total freak. I mean, he didn't say that, but I have these in my face. I...always thought it was just my normal jaw? Apparently not. The doctor actually laughed at that a bit and told me not to worry about it. If I had this problem in my ear bones, then I'd have to worry. (Because bone growth in the ear = chipping bones out of your head surgery.)

Exostoses are genetic but also exaggerated by grinding or clenching your teeth. Well, that's me dead to rights, as I'm pretty sure I'm not the only family member with this issue and I frequently wake up with a sore jaw from clenching my teeth at night. (Dentist said I didn't grind, but I'm definitely clenching.)

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