I've been sick this past couple of days. Gross sick. Greasy, sneezy, breathing-through-one-nostril kind of sick. I took the day off from school yesterday; my professors were alright with it, thank Tom Cruise.
Watched Boardwalk Empire. Good stuff. I never thought I'd find Steve Buscemi the least bit sexy, but there you go. And of course Michael Pitt did a fantastic job. It's infuriating that people are calling him "DiCaprio v. 2" when, frankly, the only things they have in common are coloring and build. And both are great actors, sure, but very different. Different delivery, different script choices, and, you know, stuff. It's unfair to both of them to compare them, I feel.
Also watched House. Worried about Thirteen, happy happy happy for Huddy. Oh Huddy, my Huddy. I hope the producers do what's best and end the show after this season. I love it enough to hope for that. Otherwise, they'll keep coming up with ways to make House miserable, all so so they can have a story to tell. Just let him be happy and end the show. It's reached its natural conclusion, and there's no point in putting off the inevitable. House was a miserable, nihilistic drug-addict, and now he's off drugs and happy and in love with a woman who loves him back. It was good story. The end.
Oh, and I'm now rooting for Chase/Thirteen. I feel little bad joining the team, especially as I've always been faithfully Foreman/Thirteen. But still. And am I a terrible feminist for writing Guy/Thirteen instead of Thirteen/Guy? I must think about this.
Did not watch
The Town, sadly enough. Went to dinner with a girl from class---delicious Chinese place---and tried to make the film afterwards. And it was sold out, of course. So we tried to drive to King of Prussia to catch
Easy A, which I've also been wanting to see, but we didn't make that either. Girl insisted on looking up the directions on her Droid, and Droid decided it wanted to fuck with us, so we ended up driving for forty minutes on creepy creepy dark highway. Why do highways on Pennsylvania have about two exits for every 100-mile stretch? It's ridiculous. You're screwed if you miss just one exit. I had to drive for fifteen miles on a toll way just so I could turn around and drive back.
It put me in a crap mood, let me tell you. I've been trying to do some mood-zapping, eliminating illogical and unhelpful emotions like road-rage, but to no avail. Simply not working. I can internalize the emotion, which is useful, but it doesn't go away, which is not. I have found I can jump back from bad moods easily enough, though, so that's good. I've been inspired by
Luminosity, this fantastic re-telling of Twilight. (How would Twilight have been different if Bella had been a uber-logical self-awareness junkie with a far healthier dose of self-esteem? Bella engages in serious mood-zapping, and I thought my doing the same could be helpful.)
I love that I get self-help advice from fanfiction.
Fic found
here.