...I have no segue from there.
Anyway, this is going to be a shorter post than usual (maybe), because I'd like to actually, you know, post this before Monday (goals are the vanguard of a healthy and well-balanced life). Or before 1 am on Monday, at least. (Goals are awesome; deadlines, however, should be flexible.)
So what are you waiting for, dear reader? Come on! Click the little "Continue Reading" button already!
[Beneath the "Continue Reading" Button: A briefer and less ramble-tastic summary of my week.]
I am going to steal a trick from my Fellow Blogger Hannah this week and see what happens when I actually label things according to the day. It's a brave new world, kiddos; wish me luck.
Monday: Went to work. Did some cooking, probably. I can't quite remember, and anyway, I cook a lot, for a given set of variations of the definition of the word "cooking" ranging from "made a three-second salad" to "dumped a can of soup in a pot on the stove" to "actually made the effort to put some vegetables in the oven with olive oil and salt" to "actually made the effort to put some vegetables in the oven with an actual sauce" to "used multiple ingredients in a variety of different ways to make something that normal people would consider a meal."
Having a kitchen is awesome, you guys.
[Whoops, just passed my midnight deadline. Good thing I'm going for flexibility on this one!]
After eating whatever it was that I ate and then attempting to do some homework, I went to a Wesleyan Musical Theater Collective meeting. Also, the Blackhawks lost to the Coyotes and got booted out of the playoffs, which was an incredibly depressing end to the evening. The only way I was able to cheer myself up was by remembering that the Canucks lost to the Kings, of all teams, and that my precious Capitals still had a chance to beat the Bruins on Wednesday.
Then I told myself to stop thinking about that so I didn't jinx them. I never realized how exhausting being a sports fan is, you guys. In past years I've tried to hide my love for hockey, so I never actively worked at keeping up with the playoffs, but man, it's stressful.
Whoops, this is already getting long. Onwards!
Tuesday: Blah blah blah, class, class again, more class. Then I did homework. Then I ate dinner and did more homework, and then I stopped doing homework and decided to watch Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol, despite the fact that I already had a killer headache, because I make good decisions.
As far as action movies go, it was pretty diverting, but I didn't really care about the stakes of the movie (not good, considering the fate of the world was at risk), and the headache didn't help. Mostly I just appreciated the stunts, the explosions, the team banter (team banter is great, and probably three-fifths of what I look for in action movies, alongside sheer badassery, a comprehensible plot, and cinematography that doesn't make me feel like I'm going to have a seizure or something), and the fact that whoever made this movie apparently has a huge thing for Jeremy Renner's backside. No, seriously, watch the movie. It shows up in at least twice as many shots as Agent Carter (the female agent)'s does. That's pretty great, for an action movie. Do you think they did that specifically for the attracted-to-males gaze, or if it was just subconscious?
Wednesday: Woke up still with an awful, awful headache, because I make bad decisions. I slept a lot, did some homework, took an Advil, and managed to drag myself out of bed in the evening for the sake of seeing Monty Python's The Meaning Of Life at the film series. (Our film board is pretty cool sometimes, and I'm not just saying that because I know people on it.)
What a classic movie. And, bonus, I was not the only one who knew all the words to all the songs! It's always fun when you have other people to share your obsession; it makes you feel less alone when you're quietly singing along to beautiful melodies like "Every Sperm is Sacred," "The Accountancy Shanty," and "Isn't It Awfully Nice To Have A Penis?"
...Look, I never said Monty Python was family friendly. I just said it was awesome.
Also, the Caps won against the Bruins, and I promptly posted an incredibly smug status to Facebook about it and only felt a little bit guilty for all the Boston-inhabitants on my friends list.
Thursday: Uh, class again, and then that weird little three-hour period where I don't have class, and then another class, and then another class pretty much directly after that, and then another weird little three-hour break, and then class again. Then I helped a friend of mine construct a giant vagina.
Oh yeah, fun story about that: so I get a text from one of my friends, who's a Peer Health Advocate, saying that her other friends have flaked out on her and did I feel like helping her construct giant genitalia. Pretty normal, right?
Turns out that WesWell and the PHAs are doing this SexQuest thing the next day to try to encourage awareness about all sorts of different things — consent and stalking and biology and disabilities and whether it's a good idea to use oil as lube (spoiler: it really, really isn't) — and they needed giant models of genitalia for a fun little photobooth thing, so that people could pose for pictures in front of a person-sized penis and vagina. As one does.
The base had been constructed, but nothing else, so I let my friend drag me to the Art studio tunnels (those things are creepy, okay; my friend left me alone at one point and I swear something was lurking in the hallway waiting for me to make one wrong move), only for us to discover that the Woodshop wasn't open, and that there were no outlets in the hallway so we couldn't use the drill to get the screws in for the wheels. Which meant that we pretty much sat around in the hallway for forty-five minutes until I took some initiative and we carried the future-vagina all the way down the hallway until we reached an outlet. Then we pushed it back down the hallway, maneuvered it through a far-too-narrow doorway, carried it up a flight of stairs, and wrapped it in some not-long-enough swathes of spandex.
(The shiny stuff on top, by the way? Totally my idea. Also, that's a lightbulb in there as the clitoris, but I took the picture at an awkward time so it's not lit up, sadly.)
But now I can say that I've stayed up until 1:30 in the morning building a giant vagina. I feel like a real college student!
...Also, I'm pretty sure this was supposed to be a short post. WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO MY GOALS.
Moving on! Quickly!
Friday: Slept in, pretended to do homework, WesMTC meeting, dinner, and then was very, very chilly at Light My Fire, the only Prometheus show I have ever seen that had a consistent running theme (circus-y!) and a plot (vaguely). It was awesome! There was a girl pretending to be a lion, and some people clowning around with setting each other on fire, and fantastic music, and a friend of mine was a ninja, and another friend of mine pretended to die, and basically it was a great show all around. A+, would watch again.
(Come to Wesleyan, kids; we play with fire and only get a little bit burnt.)
In fact, I did watch again, on Saturday, which was pretty much the only thing I did on Saturday besides go to a pool party, do homework, and watch half a season of Avatar: The Last Airbender in a single night.
Which is a fantastic show, by the way, and I'm honestly a little bit astounded that the writers managed to get away with making an animated kid's show that delves so deeply into war and its costs. Seriously, this stuff is heavy. And heartbreaking. And awesome.
And it's before 1 am on Monday, which means I officially win everything ever, but this post is ridiculously long, which means I lose a little, too. It happens.
I hope you have a good week, random mysterious person who somehow happened to stumble across this blog. Because I care.
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