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2010 is off to a challenging start. I'm saying "challenging" because that sounds vaguely optimistic. This is my new policy statement, or like, WHATEVER: when I have LJ time, I'm using it to leave comments and give feedback and such, because let's face it, we care about what people have to say to *us* and not about what they post, right? Oh, please, don't even try to contradict me, you know it's the truth ;-) And while we're being frank, I'm finally cutting loose any guilt about trying to keep up with people who haven't shown any interest in me, my life, my vids, etc. I'm not exactly difficult to keep up with as of late AND I wasn't put on this earth to fangirl anyone AND I don't have the energy to invest in one-way communication. Done and done. A few two words about TV: MODERN FAMILY. Where are mah Modern Family bitches? Seriously, it's super funny. Laugh out loud funny. Worth typing the words "laugh out loud." I thought it looked like an Arrested Development ripoff and I was not having any of that, but after hearing Good Things From a Variety of Sources, I decided to marathon it and am happy to admit that I Had It All Wrong. Friday Night Lights is having another great season, Big Love is finally back, Seeker is still the good crack, various and sundry shows need to return from winter hiatus already, I'm nearly done with Twin Peaks on DVD, I'm in the third series of Spooks/MI-5 and am slowly making my way through the complete Bond movies (not just watching bits and pieces when they're randomly on TV every second weekend) so that I can say with full knowledge that I love Daniel Craig the best. Sean Connery may have been unseated (roughly 30 minutes into my first watch of Casino Royale), but he's a very happy second -- Thunderball was the most recent watch and it gets props for the insanely long underwater hand-to-hand combat sequence. Oh, wait, is anyone on my flist obsessed with perfume? Do you scour eBay for vintage finds and do swaps and splits with other perfumistas and read fragrance blogs and have a gazillion of those little sample vials, upon which your very existence depends? If so, WE MUST TALK, CALL ME (or the equivalent). (I didn't even bitch about school! that's because it's assumed) Current Mood: bitchy
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RELIEF. My advanced finance course is OVER. Worst one yet. I feel flattened by the grind of trying to pull off this work/school thing, but the next class (federal taxes, which really *does* sound better than finance, no lie) begins in a week...so I can only be road kill for a couple of days and then it's time to scrape up 2-D cartoon!me and keep moving. I'm not ready to exercise the option to take a term off yet. I have to save that one up for when the laser is about to saw me in half and Goldfinger is all, "No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to DIE!" Obviously, once the Goldfinger/laser/crotch scenarios kick in, it will be clear that I have lost it. I got new music along with my Legend of the Seeker DVDs (continues to be much-needed crack, fondly reminds me of early Farscape) and after listening on the way to/from work today, I'm totally obsessed with the most amazing song. No, I'm not saying what it is because I'm superstitious that way, but it's simple and sad and elevated to brilliance by the narrative structure...the lyrics have a story within a story and it's a must-vid, even though I don't yet have any idea what source to pair with it. It's going to keep burning my sad, pulpy brain until I figure it out. Help. Current Mood: exhausted
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