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During the last five days, I have cried through: Swades; Caramel; Mumbai Meri Jaan, and Sleepless in Seattles. Mostly they are meant to be funny. Let us not even talk about Mumbai Meri Jaan. Let us not. Or that bit in Swades where the bulb comes on. Let's just not.
So, I met![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thingswithwings' puppy, and that was nice (he is teeny but determined; he wants you to Take Him Seriously, dammit, and that objective is usually thwarted by all these pesky humans sitting on the floor and going, "Who's a pretty puppy, you are, you are!" and blowing kisses at his adorable nose) and then as previously related, I went to the law school's annual Fall Ball, and the South African Siren and I have decided to put aside a day in the nearish future to drink pink wine and watch Bridget Jones's Diary.
I think possibly somewhere, a long distance away, I have some sort of opinion about what's going on at home. (On the other hand, I may just get off the plane in December and be surprised that it's not that afternoon moment in August when I left.) But for the most part, despite occasionally getting out of the house and doing fun things, I am sort of doing nothing but dealing with a combination of work that doesn't get any less or any less threatening, and the sort of low mood that Ithaca's awful weather happily provides.
(I malign it a little, today. It was beautiful, today. But for the most part I've never lived anywhere where the sky is quite so constrained and grey.)
But, yes. Living off cereal, pushing through the mood, writing awful papers and, because I am sleeping worse than ever, shutting my brain off by watching films on Netflix in the small hours. It's not the best of lives, but there are only five and a half more weeks of it. Still here, just... off the radar a bit.
So, I met
thingswithwings' puppy, and that was nice (he is teeny but determined; he wants you to Take Him Seriously, dammit, and that objective is usually thwarted by all these pesky humans sitting on the floor and going, "Who's a pretty puppy, you are, you are!" and blowing kisses at his adorable nose) and then as previously related, I went to the law school's annual Fall Ball, and the South African Siren and I have decided to put aside a day in the nearish future to drink pink wine and watch Bridget Jones's Diary.I think possibly somewhere, a long distance away, I have some sort of opinion about what's going on at home. (On the other hand, I may just get off the plane in December and be surprised that it's not that afternoon moment in August when I left.) But for the most part, despite occasionally getting out of the house and doing fun things, I am sort of doing nothing but dealing with a combination of work that doesn't get any less or any less threatening, and the sort of low mood that Ithaca's awful weather happily provides.
(I malign it a little, today. It was beautiful, today. But for the most part I've never lived anywhere where the sky is quite so constrained and grey.)
But, yes. Living off cereal, pushing through the mood, writing awful papers and, because I am sleeping worse than ever, shutting my brain off by watching films on Netflix in the small hours. It's not the best of lives, but there are only five and a half more weeks of it. Still here, just... off the radar a bit.
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(I would never cheat on you. Except with boys.)
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http://kuwdora.dreamwidth.org/487970.html <-- BASHIR OMG <3 <3 <3 <3
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But for the most part I've never lived anywhere where the sky is quite so constrained and grey.
That is exactly, but exactly, how I felt when I moved to Ohio, and you know my opinions on that. (Briefly: THERE IS NO GOD.) It's not that the weather is terrible, raining all the time or impossibly cold; it's that it's gray, gray, gray, for months and months, and your entire life sort of contracts and feels like nothing more than dull plodding up a steep slope to find the sun. Or something. It makes you want to hibernate.
That said, it's not actually forever! At some point there will be snow, which at least is a pretty change. And in the meantime, you stock up on Ramen and Easy Mac and tea, and eat as much chocolate and watch as many escapist movies as you can. And it ends. :)
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You know, all the time you lived in Ohio I was afraid I'd meet an actual person from Ohio, and would just not be able to stop myself opening my mouth and SAYING STUFF. :)
Hibernation, yeah, it's becoming a way of life. :) I wish I shared your passion for serial killer movies, I am running out of quirky romantic comedies. :P
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Certainly there can be no end to quirky rom-coms! I'll be disappointed in humanity if there is.
I have in fact officially gotten off serial-killer movies! It was a big psychological step. :) (Actually, it sort of was.)
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Vacation! Vacation! How long are you home for?
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