entry 01
I think the thing I love best about this term is just how gorgeous my class schedule is. Four day weekends every week! In an ideal world, of course, this would be good mainly for allowing me to work decent hours at a job and earn money. This is far from an ideal world, and I have neither job nor money; still, a four day weekend is nothing to sneeze at.
Today I slept in rather late, and then I got dressed and walked down to Safeway. It’s that weird part of February where it doesn’t feel like winter anymore, more like spring. It’s sunny and bright and the air tastes fresh and I walk through town squinting and wondering what happened to my Oregon rain. Which is silly, since it will be back within a few weeks, either way. It’s too warm to really wear my hoodie for the walk, but after all these weeks of cool weather I feel rather naked without it.
I really like the walk to Safeway, anyway. Between my various mental illnesses, getting out of the house is in and of itself a pretty big goal for me. Even though I know from experience that going out and taking a walk and doing something improves my mental state everytime, I can never quite make myself believe it. I have to prove it over again every time. I dragged myself outside today and went “Oh, yeah! I like this!”
(one of the things I really like about this room is its location; it’s pretty much equidistant from campus and the grocery store, which is all sorts of convenient.)
So I picked up my crazy pills (and also a few odds and ends: a slotted spoon, some mayonnaise, a Coke) and came back and got to feel like I had made something productive of the day. Most of the evening, on the other hand, has been devoted to watching British television on my laptop.
My sister Kelly and I had watched the first few episodes of Torchwood last year, when it began playing on the Sci-Fi Channel, but I gave it up pretty early because of how badly it sucked. Kelly stuck with it, though, and apparently it actually developed into a decent show by the end of the season, which she showed me last weekend. Today I caught up with it all the way to the last shows broadcast, and: yes. It is very enjoyable! John Barrowman is pretty, and there is goofy ridiculous science fiction; as long as it’s not mind-numbingly horrible, I think that’s all you can ask for.
I also have been watching QI, which is made of charm, cleverness, and cute. (Triple threat of alliteration!) Quiz shows, you are always the way to my heart. If you can be snarky and British while doing so, all the better.
If nothing else, it introduced me to The Moonwalking Bird, which is a thing of joy forever. You honestly do not want to know how many times in a row I have watched that clip.