Saturday, November 24, 2007

[Classics Aren't Classics With Commercials]

As a passionate classic movie lover, I have a very difficult time watching these films on any channel other than TCM.  Right now, I'm watching White Christmas on ABC Family, and because of the commercials, they keep cutting out certain lines that I expect and look forward to.  It's making me downright twitchy!  The worst is that TCM isn't even showing a lot of the Christmas classics this year.  Oh, it's not that the movies they've scheduled aren't completely fabulous, but for pete's sake, I expect to see White Christmas, Miracle on 34th Street, and It's a Wonderful Life, even if I have seen them too many times to count.  Le sigh.

I think it's so sad that the Hollywood dream of thin as beautiful has caused so many performers to starve themselves.  For example, by White Christmas,  Vera-Ellen had had an eating disorder so long that she had to wear turtlenecks to cover up the damage from starving herself.  She was so beautiful--she didn't need to do that to herself (not that anyone ever should need to; that's not how I meant the statement).   

I'm really getting sick of this sore throat.  It's not bad--I mean, I can swallow with relative ease, and it's not that scratchy type of raw.  Really, it's more like my throat's just been rubbed too much--that kind of raw.  It keeps making me cough, and I can barely speak.  Gosh darn it, I just want to sing at the top of my lungs!  Ah, well.  That's actually why I decided not to become a vocal performance major in college, like I'd always intended to--I get hoarse too often.  

I'm finishing up the Christmas decor.  I traded out the autumn potpourri (pumpkin spice) for the red Christmas selection (apple cinnamon).  After I drop by Pier1 tomorrow after church, I'll be set.  

Ooh, I checked one more thing off my to-do list this evening: I finished posting my six assignments for the portfolio in my teaching practicum class.  I'm hoping to get my Tuesday homework finished early tomorrow so I can get an edge on my Jane Austen term paper (I have an oral presentation for it; otherwise, I'd jump into the Shakespeare one first).  I'm boring you, aren't I?  Sorry.  

I need cough meds... but I think I'll wait until about 10 minutes before I go to bed.  It usually knocks me out quite effectively.

Argh... they just cut out another scene!  Oh, and now I'm hungry again... thanks "sleepless sequence."  

I ordered books today... a grand total of $200.  It's lovely.  Plus, I get to pay two months' rent this week, since I'll be out of the state for three weeks around the first of January.  Here's hoping my parents and I can find a small, inexpensive place in a safe part of town this spring.  I'm not fond of dishing out 2/3 of my monthly income to pay rent.  

Aw, dear old General Waverly!  Grrr... more commercials.

Well, that's all the coherent (ha!) thought I possess for tonight, so I'm out.  Have a stress-free week, everyone!

[Tumultuous Tumble of Thoughts]

Well, first of all, I should've been asleep two hours ago, but how often do I really end up going to bed when I intend to? It's a rare occurrence, to be sure. Well, I've been home since Tuesday, and while I have finished nowhere near the amount of schoolwork I meant to finish, under the circumstances, I feel I've done pretty well.

What are said circumstances? Well, first off, I'm sick again. Yes, I know I just got over that sinus infection, but probably within two days of being able to breathe again, the crud pretty much transferred itself into my upper chest. Now I've got a sore throat, almost no voice, and a nagging cough keeping me from relaxing. Actually, this all feels like a mild version of the virus I had back in March when I thought I had pneumonia. Yippee.

Also, we've had a full house since yesterday. Aunts, uncles, small-children-type cousins, and family friends have kept the activity levels way up above the level to which I'm accustomed, and the two little kids are very energetic. I didn't get anything accomplished yesterday OR today.

I'm heading back to my apartment tomorrow, though, so I'm hoping to at least get through one paper and my smaller assignments that are due on Monday and Tuesday. Here's hoping, anyway. Really, the way I feel, all I want to do is sleep (which I'm well aware is the best thing for what I have), but with only two weeks left in the semester, I can't afford the time. I just have too much I need to finish in the next two weeks.

Confession time: as much as I get sick (and I'm honestly sick when I say I am--I'm not a hypochondriac, and my symptoms are very tangible), I hate admitting to it. I feel like I'm making--no, I feel like I sound like I'm making excuses for myself, like I'm too lazy to do the things I need to do, so I make up reasons for having low energy, not going to a class, or not getting an assignment finished by the due date. But that is not the case. I seem to just be one of those people with "weak constitutions," like they called that sort of existence back in the day, where I just have a low limit on how much I can push myself before my body gives out. I hate it, and I wish I knew the reason. My guess, obviously, is all the surgeries my body has undergone; perhaps they've just taken a toll on my body's ability to handle steady strain. I don't know. It does frustrate me though.

Okay, I'm going to bed now. I think I've gotten some of the jumble out of my head and into words, and maybe now my brain will let me sleep. Good night all!

Sunday, November 18, 2007

[Argh... Wicked Insomnia!]

It's 2:30 in the morning, and somehow I find myself simultaneously hopelessly drowsy and painfully wide awake.

Friday, November 16, 2007

[Longing for Christmas Break]

Well, we've reached the final throes of the semester, and I'll be leaving this experience of my first semester of grad school with the solemn vow to never take more than seven hours of classes while teaching ever, ever again--no matter how long it takes me to graduate. I have never been this stressed out this often in my life. While in the past, I've averaged about two major nervous breakdowns per semester (midterms and finals, usually), I've had one about every two weeks all semester this time. Yeah, 10 hours of classes while teaching 6 hours is hopelessly over-optimistic... at least for me.

For the next week, I'll be writing and grading papers like there's no tomorrow. I finally have some time off, but that's only from class.

So, in order to cheer myself up, I began decorating for Christmas about two weeks before Thanksgiving:

Do you think I have enough books and movies?  I sure don't.  :)

Ooh, I made lasagna for dinner tonight.   It's good stuff... but I definitely ate too much.  I'm so ashamed.  Okay, not really.

In spite of my busyness, I've been getting more involved in my church up here in Springfield.  I've met some really great people so far; it's kind of like a grown-up version of CCF.  

Ugh... I've been hitting up the Claritin D a lot lately (thank you sinus infections!), so I'm a little sleepy tonight.  

I'm trying to decide if I want to stay up and watch Arsenic and Old Lace or just go ahead and crash to rest up for an intense week of paper-writing.  Knowing procrastinator-me, I'll end up doing the former.  Aren't Saturdays lovely?!