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I have no sense of what time of day it is anymore. I think I can partially blame that on the fact that it's way above freezing out but getting dark around 4. (Mostly in order to shift the blame away from these stupid pills I'm on, which make me tired and foggy.)
I got new shoes today. For the first time in... probably four years. I'm kind of sad though, because even though I got two pairs, I can't really wear them mismatched like I could my old ones, since the colours are just ever so slightly not quite coordinated. But they're comfy, which is good enough for me. My old ones were... just a bit past the well-broken-in and into the really-freaking-old.
I also got a new cell phone which, sadly, I have not been able to transfer my ringtones to. And I can't seem to get online with it, which may be a bit of a problem, because I cannot live for the next two years with default ringtones. It's just not possible. Not possible at all. The thought of it horrifies me. So I may have to trade it in on a different one, even though this one is sleek and kind of cute (and not bizarre and lacking vowels like the Razrs). The buttons are also annoying me. Ah well, I've got tomorrow for wandering the mall with my mom. We've made it kind of a Christmas Eve tradition. We never buy anything aside from coffee drinks, but it is interesting to watch the people and look at things.
Also, my research into the world of media is actually proving rather interesting. I wish I could write in the margins of these books, because I'd have ridiculous plot outlines already. Unfortunately, since I can't I seem to have some kind of aversion to just picking up my freaking notebook and writing things down properly. I think this is probably a continuation of my phobia of getting an actual start on this project. I still haven't sent in my final proposal, but I figure I can just keep pretending I missed the e-mail or something. I mean, at least they have something. And I am working on this. I wish I could find my faculty advisor's e-mail, though, so I could start talking to her rather than fretting about what my preceptor thinks of me. Why am I so paranoid about people?
Oh, and while I'm here, the guy who's going to be teaching my TV writing class next quarter? He's got an Emmy. That kind of amuses me.
(You can tell that I'm still flighty on these pills, can't you? Man, I can't wait until this crap is out of my system and I feel like myself again. I can't even stay awake all day.)
I got new shoes today. For the first time in... probably four years. I'm kind of sad though, because even though I got two pairs, I can't really wear them mismatched like I could my old ones, since the colours are just ever so slightly not quite coordinated. But they're comfy, which is good enough for me. My old ones were... just a bit past the well-broken-in and into the really-freaking-old.
I also got a new cell phone which, sadly, I have not been able to transfer my ringtones to. And I can't seem to get online with it, which may be a bit of a problem, because I cannot live for the next two years with default ringtones. It's just not possible. Not possible at all. The thought of it horrifies me. So I may have to trade it in on a different one, even though this one is sleek and kind of cute (and not bizarre and lacking vowels like the Razrs). The buttons are also annoying me. Ah well, I've got tomorrow for wandering the mall with my mom. We've made it kind of a Christmas Eve tradition. We never buy anything aside from coffee drinks, but it is interesting to watch the people and look at things.
Also, my research into the world of media is actually proving rather interesting. I wish I could write in the margins of these books, because I'd have ridiculous plot outlines already. Unfortunately, since I can't I seem to have some kind of aversion to just picking up my freaking notebook and writing things down properly. I think this is probably a continuation of my phobia of getting an actual start on this project. I still haven't sent in my final proposal, but I figure I can just keep pretending I missed the e-mail or something. I mean, at least they have something. And I am working on this. I wish I could find my faculty advisor's e-mail, though, so I could start talking to her rather than fretting about what my preceptor thinks of me. Why am I so paranoid about people?
Oh, and while I'm here, the guy who's going to be teaching my TV writing class next quarter? He's got an Emmy. That kind of amuses me.
(You can tell that I'm still flighty on these pills, can't you? Man, I can't wait until this crap is out of my system and I feel like myself again. I can't even stay awake all day.)
