So Excited

See, I wanted to post about this thing that I'm going to do in January, but I'm afraid. Afraid because it's kind of a secret and you never know how much snooping my parents do. So what I'm going to do, in lieu of making a private blog, is post the thing I'm freaking out about on Fraz's blog, in a comment, as soon as he says this is acceptable. Because I'd love to tell you--the Portland Boy already knows part of it, but not the part that freaks me out in that kind of excited/terrified/nervous as hell way. Because I just found out about that this morning. And I'm freaking out about it.

So yeah. There's that.

A highlights of the past weeks, for those interested:

• Got all A's this term. Three minuses, but it feels good to think that I'm not getting worse at the game, especially since this was the hardest semester I've had since Spring of 2005 and I totally screwed that one up.


• Have been watching a movie a day, or more depending on the amount of stuff scheduled for said day. Nothing award winning, although I wish someone would explain what was so great about Little Miss Sunshine and Mean Creek. LMS had it's good points, mainly (I think) Steve Carell, but it wasn't worth the hype. Mean Creek was just lame and not even in an artsy way. Slither was fabulous, so if I haven't already told you to go watch it; go watch it. Wordplay, which is a documentary about Will Shortz, is also worth renting. (I facebooked the kid in it, and he friended me. I shouldn't be as pleased about that as I am.)


• Saw both Andrews, at the same time. Had a very memorable afternoon, which we've agreed not to talk about. It's safe to say, though, that females everywhere should mourn the loss of two very talented men. The Andrew sandwich was the best Christmas present ever.


• And speaking of Christmas, it was a good one. Got loads of movies, a camera bag, some CD's, and clothes. And a cool looking clock.


• I got to pick out a necklace for my birthday, and I really like it. The chain is long enough that you don't even need to unclasp it, and it's a good weight. I also think it's the first piece of designer jewelry I've ever owned, which is only fun because you can find your necklace on models in a fashion magazine.


• I've been working on productive things like organizing my music and cleaning the house. Movies have taken more of a priority, but it's nice to feel productive.

Now I shall go watch (another) movie. This time with my mother. Fraz, let me know if I have the green light to invade your comments.

So I'm not avoiding you...

Finals are kicking my ass.

That's not entirely true. I've been kicking some finals ass. But this one tomorrow, man, that's gonna be it. Dead. Gone. Fuck. I hate film.

That's not true, either. See--this is why I don't update: I lie. I did well in French Film History...really well considering I didn't read an entire article all semester. If there's a hell for students, I'm going to it. I mean, I guess I should be proud of it, but it's proud in the way that OJ's proud of killing Nicole and Ron--that kind of shameful but glorious way. It feels pretty good. Just in that shitty way. But I really only feel shitty because the girl who let me (photo)copy her study guides, lent me the book that I didn't read every week (even though I perpetually never read for it), *gave* me the book when she found out she couldn't sell it back, and started on the paper an entire month before I did, got a B. But I guess I shouldn't feel bad about her not getting an A. That's her problem, right?

Yeah. Hell. I know. But I guess if it weren't for that, it'd be for something else. At least I'll have an impressive record when I'm there.

But that's where I've been. I had two term papers due on the first, which is why I didn't record Gobi's concert on the 30th. That and I don't have my camera with me. And I was just a little delirious because I hadn't slept. But the papers, or at least the one, turned out...ok, I thought it sucked, but I got a 95. Which is like...unheard of. Both personally, and in the class. He was pleased. I'm just baffled. But I've been baffled throughout this class. I got an 89 on the midterm having not read anything but Lauren's notes. I got a 95 on a paper that I pulled out of my ass, and passed the final, also having not read. I don't get it. It wasn't an easy class. I think I'm just awesome. That's weird.

There was Herbfest, which was a lot of unnecessary work but a little fun. That took two days out of my life. Three if you factor in the revisions that were due the next day. (A, changed the ending of the brothers' story. Can't decide if I like it or not.)

And this week there are more finals. Horticulture yesterday, which was a joke, and Film History II today. That test is going to kick my ass. So, actually, I'm going to quit wasting time and get to the studying part. Eurgh. I suck. And the fact that things are going well just makes me nervous. It has to balance out somewhere.