One of the reasons I love Merlin so much is because I love the reimagining thing. I love knowing how the legend ends and seeing how they build the mythology to get there. Because there's so much tragedy and beauty with the Arthurian stories, and I love tragedy and beauty. It's one of the reasons I loved Smallville before it got so boring and ridiculous.

I'm going to keep watching Merlin, but I feel like there are more episodes where I have this reaction: "UGH WRITERS, PLEASE call me so I can tell you how to do this better" than this reaction: "OMG EPIC". And it's not because I love M/A or anything, because honestly with regards to canon I'm a bigger fan of BFF!M/A than actual BF!M/A. (That last BF is BoyFriend, if you didn't catch that...) There's just so much potential for Merlin to be so awesome, and there are a few episodes where the show seems to reach it, only to be followed by multiple episodes that ruin the whole incline.

I really hope Merlin doesn't end up like Smallville.

Honestly, people should just hire me to tell them how to be better. I'd be awesome.

En forelskelse is a very lovely short film. But a super downer.

But, I would really like someone to tell me:

"He's very fond of you."

So I can say very quickly and awkwardly:

"Yes, it's lovely."

I should edit. By "downer," it's just sad about the dad's life. Carston, on the other hand, very hopeful, I think.

I was reading this article about the Yale murder, because yay! they've arrested someone.

However, I was kind of irked by the end. These are the final paragraphs of the article:

Le was from Placerville, California, and seemed to have been aware of the risks of crime in a university town. In February, she compared crime and safety at Yale with other Ivy League schools for a piece for B magazine, published by the medical school.

Among the tips she offered: Keep a minimum amount on your person. When she walked over to the research building last week, she left her purse, credit cards and cell phone in her office.

To me, that last bit read as, OH THE IRONY. Or even a, SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON'T FOLLOW THE ADVICE?? And sure, maybe it is ironic that she recommended a minimum kept but herself left the minimum behind, but is that an appropriate fact to include?

This comes from rewatching seasons one and two and expecting Children of Earth in my mailbox later this week.

I honestly do not know why I like Torchwood. The characters are largely unlikable and there's little good development, if any, among characters and arcs. The show, in general, is poorly written.

( Some rambly thoughts before I go to work. )

On a highly unrelated note, I had the strangest dream about the Jonas Brothers, and I can't for the life of me figure out why, considering I am not a Jonas fan.

The only apartments I've lived in have been student-type apartments where you have roommates but everyone has their own lease, and everything is included in the rent. As such, I've been paying less than $400/month for rent the last two years. My lease is up pretty soon, and there's no way in fuck I'm staying here at this complex another year, but this apartment hunting business is scary. Everything is way more than $400/month, and lots of them don't include utilities or laundry services. :[ I have no idea what is reasonable for an apartment price.

Is this the real world? It blows.

I have four invite codes to Dreamwidth.

You want?

Weird thing happening with my filtered lists not updating. Might be just me though. Am checking on problem. :\

I need to update my icons!

I am throwing away my empty Pepsi Throwback can when someone starts knocking on the door. I look at my roommate, who is sitting in our common area with her laptop, with a raised eyebrow; did she invite someone over? She looks just as confused. Clearly, she did not have plans beyond the twenty-page research paper she is slaving over. I look out the peephole and see a guy standing there holding a box. I open the door, and as it is creaking open, I think, Oh my GOD, what am I wearing?

Here is what I’m wearing: a white bra, excessively large baseball pants that I have pulled up past my bellybutton, fifties-style.

Trying to pretend that I dress like this all the time and there’s really nothing to be mortified about, I say, “Hello.”

He says, “Hi. Do you have vegetable oil I can borrow?” He raises the box: a brownie mix.

“Yeah.” I grab the canola oil, open the door again, and hand it to him.

“Thanks!” he says. “I’ll bring it back.” He grins and leaves. I shut the door.

And run into the common area, where my roommate is looking at me expectantly. “Was he cute?” she asks.

Instead of answering that question, I say, “I JUST OPENED THE DOOR. WEARING THIS. FML.”

FML, indeed.

I'm writing this short story for a creative writing class. And so far it's been chugging along just fine. But now, as I've reached the big revelations of my short story, I find myself in a bit of a pickle.

How the fuck do I end it?

I honestly don't know what is going to happen next. The first completed draft is due on the 10th, so I have some time to figure it out but I'm at a loss.

I don't like surprises because I never follow what the other person wants. Like, for example. When I drive home from college for break, how am I supposed to know my mom has fixed me shrimp sinigang unless she tells me? If I'm hungry on my way home, I'm going to stop by a fast food establishment and get something to eat because I don't know that shrimp sinigang is waiting!

Or, when my mom tells me I'm going to have to pay for my own phone once I graduate, of course I'm going to start looking at individual plans with various mobile services. I'm not interpreting what she said to mean, "I want you to pay me $15 every month." I'm not a mind reader. I don't know that's what you mean.

Or, when I was in high school and we were shopping for my first car because I got a job and needed to drive to it, and I wanted this used one because clearly I wasn't going to be getting a nicer car, how was I supposed to know that my mom wanted to surprise me with a nice car on my birthday? HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW??

And, okay, all those examples were exclusive to my mother, but my inability to follow a person's plan for surprises doesn't exclude everyone else. I would really just rather be informed that way I can plan accordingly.

It's interesting: Merlin actually kills a lot of people. Or beings. Or whatever.

Okay, I know I should be focusing entirely on my paper about how muc hthe Portuguese government and people embraced Enlightenment ideals, but I can totally rewatch the entire season of Merlin while doing it. I promise. I totally can.

I mean, I'm practically done with the paper anyway, except for the part where it's not finished, and I'm still reading the book that I have to use as my only source and the paper is due tomorrow, or rather, today. I'm practically done, seriously.

I've already got two exams to start studying for, two papers due Tuesday, and a short story to continue working on. But what am I doing right now instead of any of that?

I'm working on a scrapbook for a coworker featuring her tennis playing son.

When she asked me to, I said yes right away. I like her, and I thought it would be fun and non stressful. Insert sigh here. She wants some of it tomorrow to show to some people, and I've only just finished the cover. No excuses, I guess, because I did have time to do this a couple days ago when I was first given the materials. It's just very difficult to make a scrapbook when I don't want to make it girly. I'm trying to make it as masculine as possible, and as of now that's translating as boring.

Funnily, this is almost the sort of thing I should be doing. I mean. I'm "editing" something or whatever, and if I think about it, this coworker is, for all intents and purposes, my "client." Which is to say, instead of focusing on what I would want, I'm trying to focus on what would make her happy. It's a bit difficult when I'm working with some photos and construction paper.

Okay, maybe a little more than that, but not by much.

I am all about Merlin right now.

Happy New Year and whathave you!

I really loathe living with other people. It's very difficult for me because I'm particular about the way I do things and want things done and also cleaning. And by being particular about cleaning, I mean, not leaving trash and food in the sink.

Wowza, it's been ages since I've updated this thing, hm? I've gotten a domain and have been using that as a blog. I'm so sporadic.

I've been having some financial problems recently, and boy have they been distressing. So, in order to distract myself, I've spent some time drawing up a future tattoo.

( This is a terrible sketch. )

I haven't even started at the Novelty Store, but I already regret applying. I'm going in tomorrow at nine am to fill out some paperwork (who knows how long that will take?), then I've got to be at The Club at one pm until close. My biggest concern is my schedule. How will this work out? I've asked my Team Lead at The Club to start scheduling me 30 hours or less, but how much good will that do with the Novelty Store's schedule? I'm concerned with how much they'll want me to work, and if I'll be as available as I thought.

The thing is, I'm so dissatisfied with the Team Lead at The Club; right now I'm only staying on because of the money. I need it quite a bit. But will working for the Novelty Store take away from my Club salary instead of add on like I'm hoping?

And, what about when school starts? Yeah, I'll probably quit one of the jobs by then, because I think I'll end up killing myself with two jobs and school work.

I'm so nervous. Am I biting off more than I can chew?

In additional news, the third has moved out; at least, I'm quite certain by the way she, her family, and her friends all removed her belongings and stripped her bedroom tonight. She's pretty much gone. Good riddance. I regret giving her a Christmas gift; if I had known she was going to move out, I would have saved the ten dollars and bought a sandwich.

My uncle on my dad's side has been in the process of getting a divorce (apparently for a while now!) and I had no idea. He's also considering going to a rehab center in Lexington. Apparently some heavy stuff went down last night where my papaw called the cops on him because he threatened one of my cousins.

Holy hell. So much drama.

Ugh, I'm having weird stomach pains. I'm hungry, but I don't want to eat because it might make them worse. But I'm still tempted to drive to Kroger and buy some cookies for breakfast. WTF.

I bought this Sherlock Holmes game the other day. I played the first ten minutes before deciding it was boring, so I tried to return it. Wal-Mart said no. :[ I should have lied and told them it wouldn't start, but I'm terribly honest and just said it was boring. I don't even know how to rip games, so I wouldn't do that but I understand the suspicion. But now I'm stuck with this boring game. I'll still play it, obviously, since I can't very well return it, and hopefully it'll be less boring.