The Kit Kat Club

Another one of my cats died yesterday (Friday). Well, not really "my" cat. My sister yelena_r0ssini's. I guess I think of all of them as "my" cats since they used to all live in the same house with me, and after we moved, Yahiko, Shinji, and Christabel were all just upstairs in the other apartment.

Yahiko wasn't old or sick. He was chasing a bug, and when he caught it he tried to eat it. And he choked. I didn't even know that could happen. I didn't know cats could choke. I obviously wasn't there, but I imagine that would be such a terrifying thing to see. It's all so strange. I guess of all the cats, I was the least close to Yahiko, the dumb, oversized grey kitty. But he'd still meow incessantly at me and beg for attention whenever I visited. And it's so strange that I wasn't home when it happened. It's like it can't quite hit me, because I haven't seen him in a while anyway. I will miss him, though...poor baby.

I am sick. It is no fun at all. I have become nocturnal, which is even less fun because I missed class on Thursday and Friday, and missed OMTA today. So, blah blah blah, disappointed in myself, depressed and thus sleeping more, thus creating a vicious cycle, SAME DAMN STORY AS EVERY OTHER TIME GOD I'M SICK OF THIS.

Happy Passover! I went to a seder at Professor Magnus' house on Wednesday. It was nice, and much less overwhelming than I'm sure the Kosher-Halal co-op's seder was. All told, there were probably only 20 or so people at the one I attended. The other Oberlin students who came were very friendly and we had a great time, though we managed to knock over pretty much everything that was handed to us. There was a lot of intense discussion about various aspects of the Exodus story, and I learned so much...which I guess isn't saying much, considering the bulk of my Passover knowledge comes from The Prince of Egypt (shut up it is kind of the greatest movie ever).

Tonight I went to see DragonWolf, the Birthday Kids, and Dos Mil Dias de Fuego all play at Harkness. All 3 bands contain some of my best friends, and many of my other friends were in the audience -- so though rock concerts aren't really my thing, nor is Harkness (with the exception of Harris and Ma'ayan's room), it was a very excellent time.

( UH, OK, AWESOME DOCTOR WHO SPECIAL, OR AWESOMEST DOCTOR WHO SPECIAL? )

Happy things:
Getting to see Corynn and Lili today. Awesomesauce. Honestly? I'd kind of forgotten what it was like to have friends I could wantonly verbally abuse. I'm (relatively) nice to my Oberlin friends, I guess because they're newer, but I have no problem heaping insults and abuse on Lili and Corynn, which is beautiful. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH, and not just because I can be cruel to you, seriously.

We went to our old high school haunts, expecting to have to skulk around corners and be all ninja like to avoid administrators who would kick us out (we're not supposed to visit during school hours). But no one was doing anything because break starts Wednesday, so no one cared. We actually ran into the principal -- and I ducked into Ms. Charlton's office in terror -- and he was just like "Yo guys. How's college."

We got to see everyone, it was lovely. Ridiculously Sexy British Stats Teacher is even more Ridiculously Sexy than I remembered. I tried to keep cool and failed. I also saw Marina :o It occurs to me that I am still absurdly enamored of her. I should probably get over that, considering how spectacularly I crashed and burned trying to ask her out.

On a totally unrelated note, I think I look hot today. That also makes me happy.

I also just watched Episode 5 of Blackpool. Furious!David Tennant makes me all tingly for reasons I can't quite articulate. Guh.

Haven't posted in a while (for me). The past six days or so have been unpleasant and embarrassing, and I have not much wanted to discuss the details. Suffice it to say that I pulled an all-nighter on that paper -- and then went to the gym and did some pretty strenuous exercise for two hours or so -- and subsequently f-ed up my sleep schedule worse than I ever have before. Like, literally, I'd be up till oh-God-o'clock every night and not wake up till you-don't-even-want-to-know-o'clock in the day. Actually, I'm not being entirely honest when I speak in the past tense: my schedule is still totally reversed; the only reason I'm posting this early is because I've been up all night. I think my only hope for getting back onto a normal routine is to stay up all day and get to bed early tonight. Like I said, unpleasant.

Thanksgiving was wonderful with my friends, even if I slept in too late to help with the cooking...I did help substantially with the cleanup, so I don't feel like a TOTAL mooch. I was surprisingly sad not to be home with my family. Honestly, I can't believe how homesick I still am even after being away for so long. I call my family probably more than anyone else I know, it's ridiculous, especially considering how eager I was to get to college. Anyway, Thanksgiving here was still wonderful, I feel so lucky to have the friends I do. I am thankful for them and for my family above all else.

What else is there. I just watched "Einstein and Eddington" and oh God, the things I want to do to David Tennant are absolutely unspeakable. Being forced to think about Andy Serkis having sex kind of killed my girl-boner, but still. DAVID TENNANT. What else...Jessie cleaned my entire room. I can't find anything. I very much enjoyed going to the gym with Franny, we need to make it more of a routine. I desperately need a new mp3 player, mine has been a piece of crap for ages now, but I have a history of being careless with my electronics and doubt my parents will be terribly willing to buy me yet another expensive music-playing device that I am liable to break or lose. Piscapo's Arm has a show coming up like REALLY SOON HOLY CRAP. I am very much in love with the song "When You Were Young" by the Killers. And I've been reading "Questionable Content" all night.

Meme rules: Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.
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Oh, my God, you guys.

Look at my nephew's school picture.



...I have the most beautiful nephew in the entire world. You cannot convince me otherwise. Have you ever seen such a handome little boy? Screw your familial loyalties -- my nephew is cuter than all of your young relatives combined.

I miss him so much. I hate not being around to watch him and Yelena grow up. They're too beautiful for me to want to miss a moment.

(P.S: I just watched the Doctor Who Children in Need preview. One: RTD WHY MUST YOU MESS WITH OUR HEADS IN THIS FASHION. Two: I honestly got a little depressed watching David, knowing he'll be gone so soon. ILU BB. Three:
That being said, I think maybe I wouldn't mind David Morrissey being the next Doctor? I mean, he probably won't be, that seems way too straightforward -- I mean, if he is playing "Eleven" in the Christmas special, shouldn't he have recognized his previous incarnation? But on the off chance that he is, well, he seems like he could pull it off.)

David Tennant is leaving Doctor Who after filming this year's specials.

...WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

I almost just started crying in rehearsal.

Crappy news to end a crappy, crappy day.

I LOVE David as the Doctor. I know the next guy will be great, but I've gotten so attached to his Doctor. I started watching long after Chris Eccleston left, so I was sad, but it was over and done with. I don't want to go through this. BAWWWWW.

I'm like, laughing hysterically because Piscapo's Arm is amazing (rehearsing now: a game of basketball, McCain and Palin vs. Obama and Biden. It ends with: Biden goes to score, Palin: "HEY BIDEN, YOUR FAMILY'S DEAD." Fumble. Blackout). But I'm also like...legit upset. Which is a little pathetic.

IS REALLY REALLY LATE. AND I'S NOT TIRED. WHY.

Was it the bizarre-and-not-actually-very-restful power nap I took at like 9:30 tonight? Was it the eating ramen and candy at 1 a.m?

Actually, yeah, those both make sense. Anyhoodle, here's a survey.

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So, recently, I've been thinking of...going pre-med. And becoming a psychiatrist as opposed to just a psychologist.

I mean, personally, I think that people with GENUINE mental disorders are best helped by a combination of therapy and medicine, though if you had to choose one or the other, I'd obviously choose therapy. I'd like to be able to prescribe that medicine as well as provide counseling. But I'd be a GOOD psychiatrist, I wouldn't prescribe Prozac willy-nilly to people who didn't need it. The world needs better psychiatrists.

And...well, I think this is unfortunate, but I think psychiatrists are more in demand and have more job opportunities than psychologists. Sadly, many people today are looking for a chemical fix to their problems. It's not a good thing, in my opinion, but it's true. And I want to find a good job.

But being a DOCTOR? Really? Could I really do that? That is some hard schooling. And then would I have to be an intern and go through all those things I see on Scrubs which is obviously an accurate depiction of the medical world? Or could I go straight to counseling and therapy? And, God, obviously I'd have to deal with the blood and dissection and gahhhh in medical school. I hate that stuff. Help. I can't make up my mind.

( Regular friendslist -- unless you are as unhealthily obsessed with David Tennant as I am, please, skip this and move on with your lives. It's just 50 pictures of the man being a dork, I kid you not, and I'm posting it mostly for the people on tennant_love. )