stars in his eyes

The bastard actually moved to Sweden.

That was quite the epic season finale.

( cut to save you all from the maudlin crap unless you know Aleph and would like to join in... )

Now, I have other things to focus on, I suppose. Like all the crap I should be doing right now. Yikes. :P

the captain's itch

My cleaning is coming along, but I am procrastinating mightily, unfortunately. My nose was bothering me so badly and I couldn't stop blowing it, so I figured I'd take a break in the dust-free living room with the laptop. Of course, I surface 3 hours later going, "Oops."

It's going steadily, though. I wanted to be a bit more careful in how I packed things, particularly because now I'm going to be leaving sooner than I thought and I want to have everything I'm going to take ready to go. However, I'm sick of it now and I just want everything in the garage and out of my sight. Blah.

I'm doing a Joss Whedon themed swap on Craftster starting in a couple weeks, and I'm going to probably be going on and on about that when it gets going. I'm planning on doing primarily Firefly related stuff, but I think I'll do one Dr. Horrible thing just for kicks. I'm super excited about it.

I want a sandwich, for some reason. But we have no appropriate bread. Blast and damnation.

I can spend exactly no money from this point on this month. That means borrowing money from my father for presents for the family, unfortunately. He will give me his annual 'bah, humbug' speech as he hands over the cash, and rant for a while about this goddamned country and this bullshit holiday, and I will once again agree with him, yet buckle under societal pressures and enter into the gift-giving spirit. Not that I dislike giving people presents - I just want to claw my face off after weeks and weeks of hearing The goddamned Carol of the goddamned Bells every time I enter a store (I used to like that song, you know) and watching people barely appreciate the handmade gifts that take me hours and hours to create.

Ahem. Anyways. Saving money is important. Hopefully, all the crap I've been doing tonight will get me back in my father's good graces so he'll be more forthcoming with it. Gimme gimme gimme. (a man after midnight)

rufio!

Fucknuggets. The SPSCC dental clinic is closed until January 5th.

However, I called Seamar, and they see people for emergencies only. I asked the woman if tooth pain counted, and she sort of laughed and said yes. I know, I'm dumb. You have to call every morning at 8 until you get in, apparently, which means that I'm probably only going to be able to call on days where I can easily get a ride to the dentist, it being a bit far away. Still, it's a good thing to know. They do sliding-scale fees and payment plans - yay!

I got a friendly yet threatening letter from the Department of Education this morning regarding my loan and how they'd kinda like to garnish my wages if I don't give them some money. I took it to my dad, and he said to call them and see what kind of deal I can get for paying it in full. I know they usually knock off at least the collection fees, so that'd be nice. After I get a number from them, he's going to borrow the money and then this can all be finally over. THANK CHRIST.

As long as I can just get my tooth fixed and get this bloody loan out of my hair, I can move out with a clear conscience. It's hard to justify paying rent somewhere when you have debts or obligations floating around, but the loan is my very last debt and the tooth my very last issue that requires my father's money.

In other news, the whiteness of this potential Avatar movie cast is just fucking embarrassing. Seriously? Blond Teen Idol Zuko? Shyamalan, you are one fucked up dude. I mean, I know the characters aren't technically Asian, but that shit is seriously Caucasian.

Thinking about Avatar just makes me remember Rufio and makes me want to watch Hook. I hope I'm not the only one.

I need to leave the damn Internet alone and try to catch a nap. There's an idea.