Miscellanea Exotica

I have now seen one (almost) entire episode of NCIS. I have heard much discussion of the various characters and ships on the show. I have only this to say: Gibbs and Abby are totally doing it. That is all.

(And because my love has been reignited by my iconning spree, I should add that Brainy and Lyle were totally doing it, too. ♥)

The end of the TV season is always a bit depressing. Life just isn't as interesting when you don't have fictional characters' lives to become involved in. Not that I actually watch all that much TV. I think this season I was only really watching Supernatural and The Tudors. Still. The Tudors' season finale kind of killed me in a way that the Supernatural finale didn't: ( spoilers )

I didn't get any hamburgers yesterday, which, while disappointing, is probably just as well. My aunt and I experimented with a new recipe for tuna salad over the weekend, though, and that was delicious. Who'd have ever thought to add curry to tuna?

Anyway, holiday's over. Class tonight, and a bunch of homework due that I haven't even started yet. I suppose I should get on that, yeah?

Spent today redoing the style on my LJ. I duno, considering that I don't actually know almost any CSS, the process involved a lot of cobbling different sources together (with spit, prayers, and a healthy dose of trial and error), I think it's not too bad for a first try. :) Alas, my Frankenstein's code doesn't work on Dreamwidth. Which is fine, really, since I don't mind how DW looks, just at the moment.

Mind you, I probably should have been doing homework during all this time. Erm. Oops?

On the bright side, I ordered pizza from a new place today. I've gotten so sick of Papa John's, I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look at another one. Which is a shame: of the chain pizza delivery places, I always thought theirs was the best. The new place is pretty good, and their prices are... not great, but reasonable. And free delivery. Can't beat that with a sharp stick to the eye. And they have pizza with seafood. And lamb. And a nice selection of other vaguely Greco-Italian food. You might be surprised at how thrilling I find all of this.

My life is so exciting. ;)

Only Wednesday, and already this has been a week to remember.

My step-mother showed up on Sunday. She'd missed coming out with my dad last weekend for my birthday, and (ostensibly) wanted to make it up to me by coming this weekend. I honestly haven't a clue why she actually came. She and I are not on that good of terms: I mean, we like each other well enough, but we don't have much in common, and tend to get on each other's nerves after a day or two. Sure enough, it was two days of awkwardness, annoyance, and emotional blackmail. And then, of course, I had class on Monday. Which she knew. I told her, going in, that I would have to go to class Monday night, that she'd be on her own on campus for about an hour, and then I'd leave early so we could go to dinner. She tried to blackmail me into not cutting early ("we're all so worried about you, Sam"). And then it comes time for me to actually leave for class, and it's like we'd never had that conversation, like she'd never thought that I was serious about going to class at all. I just wish I knew what the whole thing was about -- neither of us had a particularly good time, and she had to know that was going to be the case. I have a sneaking suspicion that she may actually have been on a spying mission from my father. *sigh* My family relationships used to be so simple.

And of course step-mom's visit came right in the middle of my on-going school drama. I still don't have the grade back from that class. My adviser and I have determined that it really doesn't matter what I made in it, though: it wasn't good, and I need to replace its grade with a B or better. So I'm retaking Managerial. It looked for a little while today like I wouldn't be allowed to stay in Intermediate, but my adviser was able to clear it. So, thank god, that's taken care of. For the record, though, I could kill my Cost professor for putting me through this. Yes, he's been in a bad way, health-wise. I sympathize. I do. But he should have turned grading over to someone else. Not only did he not do so, he refused a "suggestion" from the dean to do so.

I finally got the chance to talk to the director of the grad program I want to apply to. It was a somewhat disheartening conversation. I am, at best, a mediocre candidate. Apparently, if I can get out of Managerial (take 2) and Intermediate with at least B+'s, I have a very good shot. It's all just a bit of a blow to my pride. School has always been something I do really well in, with little or no effort. When I applied to grad school the last time, there was never any question that I'd be accepted, and, indeed, the two schools I applied to competed for me. Now, I'm a mediocre choice who may only just be able to squeak in. It's a bit of a come down.

I hate orientations.

I particularly hate orientations that start at 10am (when I am an hour away, meaning I actually have to wake up at a reasonable hour). Even more so, I hate orientations that are supposed to be four hours long, but are in fact, only an hour and a half, half of which consisted of meeting with my adviser (which I did just four days ago, and I still don't have my f'ing grade, so no new decisions could be made), and with a career/curriculum adviser whose only contribution was "You seem to know what you're doing, keep it up. Oh, and I see you had a sucky semester, you'll need to bring your GPA up." Thank you for that. I did not know any of that.

I want to be out of school so bad. Six years is enough. Funny to think that only two years ago, I thought I wanted to be in school forever. Easy to understand, I guess, when at the time I was finishing up a degree that I really and truly loved getting. Even easier to understand why I'm really hating school now, stuck in the middle of a degree that I don't particularly want. Christ, I don't want to be an accountant. And yet. Urgh.

Whatever. It's just until next December.

I just saw several promos for 4x21. The ep is only 19hrs 40mins away, and yet I feel that there is a real possibility that I might explode from the anticipation. Also possibly from my undiminished -- indeed, heightened -- annoyance with Dean.

I'd like it stated for the record that, as far as I'm concerned, Sam is not the one who's been coming off as unsympathetic this season.

So I may have been up till about 4am this morning, watching Code Geass till I fell over from exhaustion. Can I just say: god, I love slightly menacing, emotionally fucked-up heroes (or antiheroes, as the case may be). I haven't really been into anime since high school (where I overloaded on it, and then went to college, where I was suitably embarrassed by it), but damn, no one does a good antihero like anime.

*sigh* Ten episodes left on the first season. At least I actually have an excuse for staying in all day (laundry) to watch the rest. It does kind of make a nice break from waiting obsessively for the next episode of Supernatural. Cause, seriously, I watched the promo, and I'm still not sure I'll survive till Thursday.

Huh. I've never done one of these things before. And I realize I'm talking into a void. Still. Whatever. Yesterday was my birthday. Seems like a good time to start something new.

I really have nothing of interest to report, so I'll leave it at that for the time being. Maybe I'll get more into the spirit of a journal at some point... that is not now.