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Body is cooperating a bit more on the female angle. Less so on the fibro angle today. This most likely has to do with having gone in to work yesterday on 4 hrs sleep. I hate being on-call. Still am for the rest of the weekend. Nobody else is allowed to be sick this weekend!

Or to die for that matter. (Because I totally have any say whatsoever in these things.) One of my troupemates passed away suddenly in her sleep Thursday night. I still am not digesting that. Her husband and daughter are in a similar state of shock from what I've seen. I know I've mentioned that our troupe has a member in her 70s, so I should probably add that is not who it was. I'd be no less sad in that case, but I think I'd have been far less bowled over with shock, as this friend was substantially younger.

On the brighter side, I'm off to celebrate my niece's 2nd birthday today (which is one of the reasons I have declared no one else from work is allowed to call out). And offering drabbles at [livejournal.com profile] hpcon_envy to keep myself busy during any of the minutes I'm not already doing stuff this weekend. Not trying drawbles this year. Hands are too uncooperative.

Now to find the energy to crawl out of bed ...
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Yesterday was graduation. Yes, I graduated in December, but we only had the pinning ceremony then. This was the cap-and-gown deal. Due to having used up all my pool time (mostly on just getting through school in the first place without collapsing from exhaustion, but most recently brought the total down to near-zero by going to Aeternitas), I took off neither the night before nor the night after. Thus, the day is mostly a blur, though I do vaguely recall seeing and hugging classmates I'd not seen since December or so, so that was nice. Relying on others for pics though, as I did bring but did not use my camera at all.

Oh! One very memorable bit was seeing the prof I've been known to call Canon!Snape as grand high poohbah or whatever the official term is for the person who gets to carry the college's mace and pound it on the floor to punctuate things. That was ... very fitting. :-D

Fun was getting the voicemail after that work would like me to come in at 8pm please. I returned the call, pointed out I hadn't been to sleep yet since my previous shift, which they actually knew, and thus if they wanted me remotely functional, they'd muddle through and I'd be in at midnight as scheduled. Fortunately, the per diem who was on until 8 was able to stay till midnight. Well, fortunately by some lights. One of these days, I'd like my boss to actually have to fill in one of these gaps, as he is actually required to do but has never, ever done.

Did watch "The Rebel Flesh." Am very WTF about it. Spoilers! )

Thanks to a tweet from The Moff (Only matters to me, but today is the 6th anniversary of the broadcast of my first Dr Who. Blimey! But it's not the end of world ... oh!!), I also rewatched The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances at work last night. That's always fun, and I finally caught the explanation of something that I'd thought was a continuity error all this time. Jack is never shown seeing the outside of the TARDIS, so it always seemed a bit weird when he finally entered that he commented about it being "much bigger on the inside." He did, however, comment on it to the Doctor when Rose first introduced them, mentioning that he'd seen it when he'd thrown the Chula ambulance in front of them as bait and complimenting the paneling on their "capsule." Huh. Love finding little stuff like that.

Have this week off from tutoring. Plan is currently to dress all interviewy, grab a stack of resumes and the Yellow Pages, and apply in person to every nursing home within driving distance. After that, I think I'm left with making paper airplanes out of them and launching them at utter random.

Stopped at the local comic shop after graduation, ostensibly to check my folder (which had the latest DW comic, yay!) but mainly to follow up on a convo I'd just had with [livejournal.com profile] dawnrune about the possibility of a fic-writer meetup-and-write group along the lines of a wrimo whilst not waiting around for November. Turns out, there's already something in the works, which is kinda cool. Emphasis will, understandably, be on writers and artists who do manga/anime and gamer stuff, but open to whomever. That could be cool. In other news, I'm hoping that the added free time this week will see me finally a) trying to expand at least one or two of the drabbles I did at Aeternitas and b) trying out some of the spreads and concepts from [livejournal.com profile] ceciliatan's workshop on using the Tarot with writing.

Also need to write up something about Thargelia for the HTAZP blog. *winces* It's been a week already. Oops. And I need to get cracking if I'm going to do an additional choreography for Philokhoria on top of the troupe choreo I'm teaching the others. I'm thinking "Fireflies," though "Sandansko" and "Graovsko" are also possibilities. So just a few things on the to-do list then.

Hugs to all that want them, and have a great week!
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This started off as a tangent in a comment elsewhere, but then I realized I'd gone so far off track and had so much to babble, that it might as well be its own post and not derail the other discussion.

It's kind of ironic that I used to be waaaay more body-conscious when I was about half the size I am now. For example, at my previous college, I used to shower in my bathing suit after doing laps in the pool, then grab my stuff out of my locker and get changed in a toilet stall with a door. Nobody else, so far as I could tell, did anything like this. They showered naked and then got dressed at their locker.

Nowadays, IDGAF, and over winter break, I got in the habit of getting dressed in at my locker after showering. Of course, there wasn't really anyone else around. Now there are more people, and about the only thing I can suss about the locker room culture at my current college is nobody else seems to care if they stink after working out, because all anyone else seems to do is change their shoes. So I've taken to doing the towel wrap and getting dressed a bit strategically, because if wandering around in various states of undress isn't the norm, then when in Rome. But it feels weird and like I'm going backwards.

Not that I've done hardly any treadmilling over the last week or two, thanks to the constant weather-related closures. *sigh*
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Today came with a loooooong to-do list. Smack in the middle of it was a student government meeting, which I've somehow managed to avoid ever attending at any college I've been to in my semi-professional-student life. So while in some regards I'd like that hour and a half of my life back, it was probably good to experience it once. Emphasis on once. Better since the one issue that had me there ended up being resolved with much, much, much less drama and venom than all the buildup had suggested there might be.

Less drama is good.

Governance not being allowed to censor us into the most G-rated campus I've ever set foot on is also good. No, seriously, it's actually kind of weird once you notice it. As that was at the root of some of the objections to our club changing its name, once that went away, things were much better.

Oh, what name change? Lengthy babble about how our GSA became The GASM League )

Have also somehow caught up all my paperwork for school. Click only if you want to be bored with my list of school work. Or want to freak out about what your workload may look like next semester, in one case. )

Next project: get packed to take off to the woods of upstate NY for a three day retreat.* I can't even begin to explain how much I need it. Last week was a disaster of epic proportions on multiple levels to the point that the fact I failed an exam (but have since somehow miraculously gained back enough points to pass) was actually the lowest priority blip on my radar. Considering how I used to wig out over an A-, that's saying something. So a weekend of meditation and Reiki and ritual and music is just what I need. Hopefully, when I check back in either Sunday night or sometime Monday, I'll be all refreshed, renewed, centered, and ready for anything. That's the goal anyway. :-)

Have a great weekend, all! *waves*

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