Tumblr is being astronomically stupid

So all of those videos I was going to post, answering questions, will have to wait. I guess this means I'll get a good night's rest, at least.

The madre is off in New York safely, thankfully. I'm still extremely jealous she's there, but... what can I do? Plus, I've got time alone. I like having time alone.

I look forward to the days when I don't have to be up early. I really do. I took a nap today and it was wonderful. I'm a bit disappointed I won't get to, tomorrow.

In which Netflix stopped working on my PS3 for the evening and I had no idea what to do with my life

So today went pretty well. I mean, I tried to go to bed so that I woke up at 9, and instead fell asleep late and woke up at 11, but it happens.

I watched me some Buffy, felt some good feels that resulted in squeeing, and went to my Narrative Techniques class. I vented about this a bit on le Twitter, but I hate how people are so damned talkative about what we read to the point that some of us can't get a word in edgewise. I did bring up an interesting point, only to have it brushed aside. Then, the dude that was giving his little presentation brought it up after about 10 minutes, and started a discussion with it. Obviously, that's irritating.

I long for the days when we shared classes. I also want you guys to see the maximum level of douche that is in that classroom. I can't ever handle it.

In which I buy new clothes

It's amazing how much of a 180 I took in buying new clothes. I used to hate going clothes shopping, and now I absolutely loved it. I'm so happy to have nice-looking clothes that fit. Now I just need to buy fancy clothes for me to wear and I'll be set. Bowtie, suspenders, and a tweed jacket, here I come!

More seriously, it was nice spending time with my mom. She's fun to be around when she isn't badgering me about... something. She's leaving Tuesday for Chicago, so it'll be fun having the place to myself again.

I can't believe we talked about menstruation that much

I've never been so happy to be a dude. I wish you both happy trails and smooth sails as you deal with bleeding for the next week.

So, as it turns out, my grandma can be pretty cool

I have a hard time being with her for stretches of time. She acts pretty immature sometimes, and combative with my mom. But sometimes, she's tolerable, or pleasant to talk to. Today was one of those good days.

She brought Burger King over (good start), and we talked a bit about some stuff. Near the end, though, I decided to talk about some video games. I've done this in the past, and, when I showed her Red Dead Redemption, she was totally into it.

So, I told her the plot of Mass Effect in about 30 minutes.

And she thought it was awesome. She was even asking questions about the Reapers, and choices in the game.

It's stuff like that that reminds me that she can be a pretty cool person. My dad is sometimes into it, but kind of falls out of interest after a while. My mom doesn't even pretend to be mildly interested. I've always wanted family that was interested in my interests. Hell, finding out how totally invested into Battlestar Galactica my dad was, and talking over the plot with him, was seriously the coolest.

I think all kids want to relate to stuff with their parents. My parents were always into sports, and I never really was. My mom and I were into lots of stuff, but, in recent years, there hasn't been as much as I'd like. So, I've missed having that connection over stuff that I love with the people that I care about.

And are related to me.

Eating with Jessica

Finished the GSA meeting. It was good. Maybe I'll go to more :-D

My Feels!

Buffy is causing me endless fields of feels and I can't handle it ;_;

Today was pretty good. ECHO was interesting, and my professor realized we forgot someone on the way back to FGCU, which was hilarious and horrible. Thankfully, we were only two minutes away when she realized.

I really love my Narrative Techniques class, but some of the people in it remind me of my film class: they seem very pretentious, high and mighty, and it's very annoying, not to mention makes me feel bad about my quality of writing. I feel like I should be impressing people in the class, and I just don't know if I'll be able to.

This is what happens when I grow up in a family that judges people. I mean, I love my family, but that's what they always did to other people. Consequently, that made me think other people do that all the time, too. And then I get no self-confidence. Theatre went a long way in changing that, but in a room where I am surrounded by these incredibly talented people that have been published and won awards... I feel so ill-prepared.

And I know you guys will say that I'm really talented and I shouldn't feel that way... but it's Tyler's illogical brain speaking.

Feeling Feels

So Ashley suggested yesterday that, besides the script, I should post about my feelings. Let's see how this goes.

I'm feeling unwilling. I'm tired, but I don't want to start my go-to-bed ritual. I am unwilling to wake up super fucking early to go on a field trip to ECHO. I am unwilling to walk around for four hours in what feels like early summer mornings because of this utterly bizarre weather. I'm really just unwilling to deal with this semester, no matter how much better it is in comparison to the last one, because I can't see Jesse until it's over, and that really sucks.

But the closer we get, the more excited Jesse and I are. I'm so looking forward to our anniversary dinner at Stonewood, where we'll dress all nicely and have such a romantic evening.

Hng, I miss him.

The King of London script

Ashley reminded me about the script I was writing for Creative Writing last year and wanted me to post it. I haven't looked at it since I finished my class, but I hope you guys like it.


INT. WEALTHY HOUSE - Parlor - NIGHT

This is London, 1843. Victoria has been on her throne for a few years, yet there is a great divide between the rich and the poor. Smog chokes the streets, and crime is commonplace. These are the times that try men's souls.

In a well-off part of London, a man and a woman scramble about the house. Pulling out drawers and searching through cupboards, you can tell they are in a frenzy.

WOMAN

I thought you left it in that antique drawer of your father's?

The first man, noted for his fine dress and bald head, turns from the bookcase he is inspecting.

MAN

I told you about the robberies. I wanted to leave the cheque book where no riffraff would look.

WOMAN

And where would that be?

MAN

Someplace clever!

From the stairwell comes a finely dressed gentleman. The epitome of class, he seems professional and genuine in every way. While the husband and wife appear disheveled from worry, the gentleman has not a hair out of place. In his hand, he holds the cheque book.

gentleman

I do believe this is yours?

The man clears his throat and walks over to the gentleman.

MAN

Um, yes. Yes it is. Where did you, uh, locate it?

GENTLEMAN

It was in the inside pocket of your coat.

WOMAN

Oh really?

The woman glares at her husband.

WOMAN

"Someplace secure," wasn't it?

MAN

Yes, well, what place is more secure than on your person?

He turns to the gentleman.

MAN

Thank you for finding it.

The gentleman gives a polite nod and motions them out the parlor door.

INT. WEALTHY HOUSE - sitting ROOM - NIGHT

The man and woman sit down on their fainting couch in front of their unlit fireplace. The gentleman stands in front. In the man's hand he holds a pen and an open cheque book, though we don't see the exact amount he is writing it for. He pauses before finishing.

MAN

Are you sure this is a certain bet?

GENTLEMAN

Of course. With this advance, my associates and I will be able to open the diamond mind in Africa quite soon. You read about the discovery in the newspapers, did you not? Only a fool would miss this opportunity.

The man looks at his wife. Her face grim, yet resolute, she nods. The man signs his name, tears out the cheque, and then hands it to the gentleman, as though he just signed his life away. The gentleman places his hand on the man's shoulder.

GENTLEMAN

You have made the right decision.

The gentleman leaves to get his things, though we linger on the man's face, watching his sense of doubt play out before us.

GENTLEMAN

I shall send you word of our success as soon as I am able. Soon, we shall as be as rich as the queen herself. Good evening to you both.

EXT. London street - night

The gentleman walks himself out of their fine house, through their front yard garden, out the gate, and then down the street. The air is foggy, much like any London night. He takes a corner and, under a lamp post, sees a figure in a tophat with a patch on the front, beginning the long, painful process of decay. He straightens himself up, alert.

Stranger

Well?

The gentleman smiles a devilish grin and presents the cheque.

GENTLEMAN

Easy.

The stranger takes the cheque from the gentleman and holds it aloft. Grinning stupidly, he turns back to the gentleman.

STRANGER

This is brilliant. Just brilliant. Oh, this'll be something to bring back to old Reaper.

The stranger gives the cheque back to the gentleman, who places it in his coat. They begin to walk down the street back to their hideout. The fog is as thick as pea soup.

STRANGER

What's the plan with your share, then?

GENTLEMAN

As it happens, Abigail spotted quite the nice broach at market the other day. I thought I might--

STRANGER

Abigail again. Listen Harry, m'boy. You must treat yourself before you treat Abigail. Ever since you settled down all you do is slave for her.

GENTLEMAN

She's my wife, Jacob.

STRANGER

Right, right. Now don't get offended, I meant nothing by it. I just thought you oughta reward yourself for your success.

GENTLEMAN

I don't need you giving me advice when you haven't even got yourself a wife.

STRANGER

The eternal bachelor, I am. Listen. I'm sorry if you got upset, it wasn't my place.

GENTLEMAN

I'm my own man, Jacob.

STRANGER

'Course you are.

CORNER

As they make their way down a corner, the voice of an old woman begins to sound. Changing into three pitches, she seems to be talking to more than one person. When Harry and Jacob round the corner, we see her.

She's old. Impossibly old. How her bones do not fade to dust is a mystery. Wringing her hands, she seems to carry on a conversation only with herself. Harry and Jacob exchange curious glances, then press on cautiously beside her.

Old woman (Muttering)

The weird sisters, hand in hand, posters of the sea and land. Go about, about. Thrice to thine, thrice to mine, and thrice again to make up nine. Peace, the charm's would up.

As Harry walks by, her claw of a hand reaches out and grasps his arm.

harry

Release me, old woman!

OLD WOMAN

All hail to thee, Harrison. Hail! Hail!

Jacob

Having trouble, eh Harry?

OLD WOMAN

Hail, Harrison! The king's right hand, the star in the night.

Jacob sniggers to himself, while Harry stops struggling. He seems confused, perhaps even frightned?

HARRY

Speak again, what was that?

OLD WOMAN

Hail, Harrison! Thou hast the makings of a king.

JACOB

We have no time for this, gypsy woman. Release my friend, you're scaring him.

HARRY

No no! Stay! Wait!

The old woman vanishes into the fog. Harry begins to run after her, but Jacob stops him.

JACOB

What in God's name are you doing?

HARRY

Did you not hear what she was saying?

JACOB

All I heard was gibbering nonsense. I could not pick out any words from that.

HARRY

She said... she said... that I'd be king. Rather, had the makings of one.

JACOB

I heard none of this. Do you plan on breaking up Victoria and Albert sometime soon? My, what a scandal.

Harry stares, transfixed, into the fog. Jacob frowns.

JACOB

Harrison?

Harry jolts back to reality.

HARRY

What?

JACOB

Don't put stock into her ramblings. She was some escaped Bedlamite. Come, Reaper's waiting for us.

As Harry and Jacob begin to walk off, Harry takes one last look at where the old woman stood.

INT. ABANDONED FACTORY - Night

A pair of hands scrub furiously in a basin of water. They are so raw that they are a bright red color. As we pull back, we see an older gentleman, perhaps forty, with a scar on the bottom of his chin. He appears dignified, but entirely world-weary, as if all the knowledge of life was slowly eating away at him. We come to know him as Jules "The Reaper" Magnus, the leader of the Poor Man's Army, the top gang in London.

Behind him, unseen, a voice calls out.

voice (os)

Reaper! You want me to tell the story?

reaper

No, no, Max. I was there. You don't need to tell me.

The voice belongs to a man named Maxwell Godwin, about twenty-five, and the youngest of the Poor Man's Army. Seated next to him is one of the lower crooks, practically a street urchin.

max

Right you are, Reaper!

He turns to the street urchin.

max

So, you know who ol' Dosset was, right? Reaper's second-in-command, been with him since before the queen got coronated. Hell, even before Beatrice.

Suddenly, Max stops. The sound of the hand washing has stopped. We see Reaper's back tense up, then slowly ease back into scrubbing, much harder than before. Max looks back at the street urchin, exhaling quietly.

MAX

Anyway, Dosset had been acting suspicious lately. 'Course, I didn't realize. Nobody did. 'Cept ol' Reaper, nothin' slips past him. So, he corners him after lunch, starts asking what was concerning him.

Reaper stops washing his hands at last and comes to the table where Max and the street urchin are sitting. Calmly, he takes out his switchblade, wincing a little as he pulls it from his pocket, and starts absent-mindedly playing with it. He notices Max has stopped talking to watch.

REAPER

Please continue. Don't mind me.

MAX

Right... well, you know how Reaper is. Dosset hadn't a chance. He spilled it right then and there. He'd been off associating himself with Francis Highmore.

street urchin

The one in charge of the Dreadfuls?

max

No, my granny Franny, who else?

Max boxes him on the ear as he says this, then continues.

MAX

Turns out, Dosset had been telling him the places we'd been for easy knappin'. Says he'd been missing the excitement from the good ol' days, was hopin' to relive 'em with the Dreadfuls if he could. Well, Reaper gave him all the excitement he'd been missin' let me tell you.

Max draws his index finger across his throat.

MAX

Slits him right across the throat with his knife. That one, right there.

Max motions to the knife which Reaper had taken to admiring absentmindedly.

MAX

And I saw the whole thing.

REAPER

Which I did not realize. You had snuck in.

MAX

Well I was just stoppin' by for food.

REAPER

And you got a show to go along with it. Please alert me to your presence next time.

MAX

Er... right. Of course, Reaper.

The large door to the factory opens. In come Harry and Jacob. They sit at the table, the room an uncomfortable silence. Reaper motions to Harry. Harry pulls out the cheque and hands it to Reaper. He stabs his switchblade into the table, leaving it standing straight in the air. He takes the cheque, pauses, studying it, and then smiles. It's an uncomfortable smile, as though his face was not used to the proper movements.

REAPER

Well done, gentlemen. We're still in business.

Aside from Harry and Reaper, the group is ecstatic. It's the excitement from a group that had sufferred a lot of failures recently, and finally got a win.

JACOB

Where's Dosset?

Suddenly, the festivities end. Reaper's mouth returns to its weary form.

REAPER

He's gone. He betrayed us, and now he's gone. But that is a tale for another time, one which I'm sure Maxwell here would be glad to regale you with.

Max looks down, sheepishly.

REAPER

Tonight, we have one more reason to celebrate. Our young lad, Harrison Bonham, is now my new right hand. You will excuse me if I don't applaud.

Jacob, Max, and the street urchin begin to applaud. Harry stands and bows awkwardly, then sits back down. He smiles, but it is forced, and he looks down into his lap.

MAX

We'll have a feast! My wife and I will bring food here, and we can celebrate our successes!

REAPER

That sounds like a lovely idea, Maxwell. Thank you very much.

We return to Harry. Usually the brilliant actor, here, he is so much in shock that he can barely hold back the expression of anxiety he has.

Spike is my Kimblee

I don't fangirl like Jessica does over Kimblee, but I love Spike and his badassness. He's a character in Buffy, in case I needed to specify.

I've decided that, when I don't have much to say, I'd tell a story about a memory. So, here's a memory from my youth.

Ten years ago this year, I was at a hotel in Orlando just after my school's trip to space camp. My parents had driven up with us so that they could pick me up and we could go to Universal and Sea World. My parents went down to the pool, which I didn't want to visit. They let me pick a movie from the hotel, and I watched Fellowship of the Ring. I had just finished reading FOTR, and it was my first time where I was able to criticize a movie for what it changed. Still, I fell absolutely in love with it, and that really kicked off my descent into nerdom.

So, that's that.

Watch ALL the Downton Abbey!

As it is the end of days in the Internet, I've gone ahead and downloaded season 2 of Downton Abbey and have been watching that all day. NO REGRETS!

That's seriously all I've done.

In which I'm happy to do work!

I'm going to be employed soon. Oh my God, I'm going to start making money!

I got a call from my mom this morning. Expecting to get chewed out about sleeping in or being lazy about finding a job, she told me she spoke with someone at her school when the subject about me wanting to sub came up. He said that the principal could get me into the subbing system, which means I'll be able to start substitute teaching soon! I can't wait to actually start making money.

I've spent much of the day... on the Internet. And watching Buffy.

The end.

In which I live my life like a leper

This peeling is atrocious. I had to walk around the entire morning and sit through two classes with hideous peeling skin from the sunburn just all over my forehead and the sides of my face. I haven't felt so uncomfortable about my appearance in years.

I was supposed to meet with career development, but I was so uncomfortable and just wanted to go home that I left. I'm meeting with them on Monday.

Oh, also, I kept injuring myself around the house today. It was not a pleasant experience.

In which Danielle and I watch a crapton of Friends and I take a few short Ashley naps

I'm slowly making progress into having a seminormal sleep schedule. Yeah, it doesn't look like it right now. But... progress!

Had Colloquium, enjoyed it, then went to career development services. I've got a walk-in meeting tomorrow after my last class, which means postponing lunch with my dad, but at least I'm getting shit done. I wish I didn't have to, but I got an email back from the tutoring dude and he said he didn't need more psych tutors... which sucks.

Danielle bought me a delicious chicken teriyaki from Blu Sushi, then we went off to watch Friends for several hours at her dorm. I kept dozing off, and actually fell asleep at one point. I hope she didn't mind.

I had a nice Narrative Techniques class with some interesting homework, delicious dinner, finished my re-watch of Sherlock, and now I prepare for bed.

Books and Sherlock

Started re-watching Sherlock... then the Internet, homework, and laundry got in the way.

It was nice finishing my day at 9:15 this morning. We watched a movie on Darwin, so even then, it was a pretty easy class day. I sent out Jesse's gift, which I'm so excited for him to get. I know he's gonna love it.

I found out that my dad was in a car accident last week. He's fine, just a broken nose, but it's still terrifying to hear, and I'm annoyed I wasn't told when it happened. But I'm incredibly happy he's safe. Plus, he might get some money from it all, so... here's hoping.

I got my homework done for tomorrow, watched, raged, and fanboyed over tonight's Glee, and will continue to count down the days until summer.

Sherlock Monday

I was filled with all the feelings today over Sherlock. I can't say further, except I can't wait to watch it with Ashley and Jessica.

Other than that, not much happened today. My nose has been bothering me since last night, which I can only assume is allergies. My sunburn is quite unpleasant, but that'll start going away soon, hopefully. And that's about it.

Time-Leaping

I had so much fun at the fair today! In fact I just had so much fun in general, sunburn, creeps, and all! Next year I'll be sure to have money to buy all the things!

I have a terrible desire to play Mass Effect 2

But I know that if I do that, my mom will come criticize me about it when there's so many things to do in the house that I didn't know about. It's like she takes my Xbox hostage :-/

Eh, maybe I'll give it a shot anyway.

Buffy is a pretty good show

I don't know about making it a favorite just yet, but it's not that bad.

It was so nice to be able to relax after such a long week. The weather has been great, too. Mom is getting better from her surgery, though she's obviously not 100% better. She's really happy with the results, though.

I finally got to Skype with Jesse for the first time in ages today. It was so, so, so wonderful to hear his voice and see him again. I miss him so much, and being able to talk to him at all is always such a blessing.

The end of my first week back for the spring

And it went pretty well, I think. I had Physio Psych, which I nearly fell asleep through, since it is an 8 AM class and my professor read to us. Then I chilled outside Jamba Juice until my 11 AM class, Industrial-Organizational Psych. My professor is super pregnant, just got her master's in May, and is super bubbly and a huge breath of fresh air. I'm so sick of stuffy professors that it'll be nice to have a nice and relatively young one. I/O psych seems pretty interesting, I'm happy to say. It's really different in comparison to my other psych classes, but in a good way. It kind of gives me confidence, even though it's just as competitive as clinical psych to get in to. She even let us out an hour and a half early, which was good, because my mom was just finishing her surgery.

She's doing great, way better than her first breast... procedure thing. It's just meant I've had to do some more stuff around the house, which I don't mind since she's in recovery and is partially drugged up. I'm really, really happy she's okay, though.

Also, I kept hearing this song on my indie Sirius radio station, and I thought it sounded familiar. Lo and behold, it was in an episode of Glee that I totally forgot about. I guess. I kept seeing comments about Glee with the song, and even found the Glee cast singing it. So... Jessica, I guess you'll like one of my indie song choices.

In which Danielle and I have intense fandom moments

Waking up so early is the worst.

Colloquium isn't that bad for a once-a-week class. We watched a video about food though, which made me nauseous. Then Danielle and I hung out for about 4 hours and watched a crapton of Glee. Afterwards, I went to my Narrative Techniques class and actually enjoyed it, solidifying my decision to drop my stupid Tuesday afternoon class. Huzzahs all around! We talked about our writing experiences and what books we read, and someone mentioned The Hunger Games. How does my professor respond? "Isn't Katniss awesome?" Yes, professor, and so are you.

Tuesday's Gone

Tuesday went much better than I thought, thanks to Jessica's cancelled class. After waking up at the miserably awful time of 6:00, I ate and was out the door. I discovered that Alico gets me to FGCU faster than any other route suggested, which was good news, and found out that Physiological Psych might not be as bad as I expected. Then Jessica and I hung out, which is always lots of fun.

Then I had the very dull film class that I can't ever remember the title of, which is okay, since I'll be dropping it by Thursday.

And so tomorrow is another day of waking up super early, this time for Colloquium. At least I'll be hanging out with Danielle afterwards and watching all the Glee and whatnot.

Monday's done

Bit of a weird Monday. My body does not enjoy waking up at a normal time, anymore, so it's going to be in for quite the shock come the rest of the week.

So I found out that our "new" neighbors complained about our "dogs" barking all day yesterday, when Ben barked for about ten minutes total yesterday. Not straight. Total. And that's because there were children right in our backyard. Honestly, I don't know what these assholes are assuming. Dogs bark. Fucking deal with it, because we've never heard complaints anywhere else.

Anyway, after getting Ben a bark collar, I went to FGCU to get my two bags-worth of textbooks, which thankfully didn't take long. Of course, this meant derpin' about in the library on a computer, but at least I was able to Tumbl.

Narrative Techniques was my only class, and it's weird. The professor seems cool, but it feels like I've got very high expectations to meet. Plus, and this has been nagging me, he said he wasn't a fan of fantasy, mystery, or horror. Now, I had no idea what to write, but I want him to enjoy whatever it is I do write, and two out of three of those were viable options. He said this while saying that we shouldn't write for anybody but ourselves, otherwise you end up with shitty writing, but this is my crazy brain we're talking about here.

I'd really just love to not make writing a chore.

Now I'll be going to bed early tonight since I'm waking up at 6 tomorrow to go to my class. Not looking forward to that.

A short intake of breath and then a long exhale

I can't believe I'm going back tomorrow. I find the very prospect unnerving. It feels like yesterday I was returning my books and sitting beside Jessica as she talks to one of those awkward friends she has. I honestly don't know where my break went.

I'm happy I don't have class until 5 tomorrow. To be honest, I quite like the visual of driving to class when the sun is going down, sitting there as it progressively gets darker and the campus quiets down. I'll also be able to relax somewhat at home and not be in a mega rush on my first day back. I won't feel terribly sleepy either, even though I'm going to bed earlier tonight than I have. I just hope my schedule works out so that I can hang out with friends instead of have to go to the library and derp around on the computer.

Words can't express how much I'm hoping this semester goes well. I prefer the spring semester to the fall one, anyway. The light at the end of the tunnel that is summer break works so well with the sun's return. It's so hopeful near the end.

"Why are you laughing?"

Sitting with these two. Mozzarella Jessica is hilarious.

Where did my break go?

Seriously. This did not feel like three weeks. Hell, it didn't feel like two. I'm not yet ready to go back. I'm ready for summer break. I'm ready to be done with school forever.

Today was another day of job-searching. Apparently FGCU has its own bank of job offerings in businesses on-campus and in the area. And I found some potential jobs, once dad teaches me how to use Microsoft Office. But, more often than not, the jobs I wanted, I couldn't have. Take, for example, the Imaginarium. There were several offerings there, but they're all unpaid internships. I'd love to work there, but I need money badly. There's also a tutoring program being offered at FGCU for athletics, but you need to be in the Work Study program, and I'm not. It really sucks because all of these things I'd be good at are impossible for me to have.

Why can't life ever be simple?

Actually was productive today

It felt good. Probably not gonna happen too often, so might as well take advantage of it while I can!

I think tomorrow I might get my textbooks. It feels far to early to be doing that. I can't believe it's almost time to go back. I really don't want to.

I'd love to run away somewhere someday. Just drop everything and go. To where, I don't know... but I'd very much like to.

Well that post on Tumblr left me terribly exhausted

So, go read that for deep feelings and introspection.

The Return

So mom came back. That's been fun.

But really, she came back, and it was back to talking a bit, then her criticizing me, which leads to me arguing with her... bleh.

I feel like we reached a turning point, however. I explained my feelings, she explained hers, and now we're going to work on being better. So, good news there.

Today also began the search for a job, which I'm not looking forward to. Chris from Tumblr suggested the library, which would be perfect for me. It'll require a bit more investigation.

And finally, I hope Ashley has had an incredibly awesome birthday. I love you! Now we just have to wait for Jessica, and then we can play Around the World at Epcot!

Tuesdays with Ben

So... not a lot happened today. I spent the majority of it catching up on Glee, and now I'm watching Once Upon a Time. Mom comes back tomorrow, which means the really free days are over. But, I've missed her, so I'll be happy to see her.

Proof that this is posted before midnight!

The Year in Review

I have to say, 2011 was a busy year. There was lots of good and lots of bad, as is par for the course.

The spring semester was terrific. I'd say that's where my friendship with Jessica really blossomed with our bonding over Ghibli movies, Shakespeare, and Juego de Jamba. And, despite having a beastly paper to write, it ended up being a pleasant semester over all.

The summer was absolutely brilliant. I desperately needed a summer like that, since the last couple were miserable. I'll always have those memories of DnD, movie days, and marathoning TV shows with Ashley and Jessica.

The spring and summer were also great because it was the time I was discovering myself. For the first time, I felt confident with who I am. Then, of course, I met Jesse, and my whole life has changed for the better with someone I love dearly.

The fall was kind of the time when things took a turn. While there were great moments in there, like my birthday, the Cthulhu party, afternoon lunches of Chick-fil-a, the Anglo-Saxon class, and our TV marathons, there was also a lot of crap. The school semester was extremely difficult and very nearly soul-crushing. I'm glad I have such a great support system, otherwise I don't know if I could have made it with my sanity intact.

Then, of course, there was the move from the home I've lived in all my life. That was just a maelstrom of terribad, because moving sucks on it's own. Add not being able to properly enjoy Christmas, finals, and leaving the house I've grown up in to that and it gets miserable.

But I'm moved in to a beautiful home, and I have my loved ones around me. So, I'm happy. 2012 will be my year, because I will make it so.