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Sep. 26th, 2004 08:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elvendollweekends are too short.
i feel like i just start getting work stuff out of my system and then it's time to go back there.
this one has certainly been enjoyable, though. a mellow party on Friday night, Saturday brunch, a great waterfire experience, and despite getting a late start on today and being underproductive, i'm in a very decent mood. the only thorn in my side from the weekend is that i spent all of it conversationally challenged - from Friday night into today. some of it is being too stressed to focus on things that are outside of my immediate to do list and some of it is feeling like i shouldn't subject others to the things running through my head - and i'm not sure how to find a balance on that last one.
random things floating through my head:
i was tangentially reminded of two movies i saw when i was a kid.
the first one gave me my first and only nightmare. the movie was about an alien, who travelled to earth disguised as a rose, eventually found the protagonist and wanted to do something to him (i forget if it was breeding or killing) to resurrect life on her planet. i used to remember how my reaction to the nightmare made it so i wouldn't have anymore, but i can't seem to right now : (
the second one was more of a kids movie, in which a modern boy is somehow transplanted to a reality of chess and cards. the chess were rather highbrow, and spoke only in rhymes to keep the cards from integrating into their society. the cards, however, were gaining social power, and the boy needed to go on a quest with the chess prince to solve a puzzle and restore order. during the quest, the boy finds out that the chess prince is actually a girl, disguised as a boy to keep the cards from knowing there is no heir to the chess throne; their quest somehow involves tomatoes and the answer to the puzzle is the "discovery" of the circle.
and, speaking of circles, i saw this movie at my father's house, with the kid of a friend of his. the next time i saw the kid was when i was 13 or 14, on the night my father gave me an amusing introduction to pink floyd by playing another brick in the wall (part 2) really loudly while driving 50+mph through the sidestreets of worcester at 3am - and just last weekend, i told this story to debbie.
remembering those movies sent me on a tangent about the reading i did as a child. i went through all the greek mythology my family gave me by the time i was 8 or 9; i didn't get into roman mythology because the names were changed, and i was then sent off on a dumas kick, with some other classics thrown in. in all of that, there were a few "age appropriate" books that i read, and now i'm finding that those few books (and those few movies) made a more lasting impact on me, because while i read and enjoyed everything, the lessons of the 'advanced' books i was reading weren't sinking deeply enough.
of course, in thinking about all this, i'm also remembering more and more of what i read back then - and it's almost like regaining bits of myself.
every once in a while, i do something socially inappropriate because i'm misinterpreted a situation. the most memorable of these happened at work once, and even though logically, i know![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ged doesn't remember the incident even if he did notice my faux pas, it's still very there for me, in an uncomfortable way.
something similar happened this weekend, and it involved a dead duck. only today,sol3 andzerokey told me that they saw the duck raise his head - so he wasn't dead after all - and a possibly traumatic memory isn't traumatic anymore.
during the week last week, i got plane tickets to texas *bounce*
i'm flying there for thanksgiving and am totally excited about it. sadly, i'm also feeling guilty because i'm not going to seekittypie, and realizing that made me remember just how much travel should be in my future that finding the time and $$ for will be difficult. i don't know how 2-3 weeks of vacation time are considered enough, and i'm scared about my ability to save money over the next year.
i'm totally behind on schoolwork.
i've barely started the reading, and also have lectures and more reading to do before doing some research and writing up an assignment that's due tomorrow.
the bad news is, this means no bellydancing for me.
the good news is, i've started looking at the work, and just doing that makes me feel less anxious about the whole thing.
so, tomorrow evening will be full of homework. possibly Tuesday evening, too, because i need to get started on my other class.
i feel like i just start getting work stuff out of my system and then it's time to go back there.
this one has certainly been enjoyable, though. a mellow party on Friday night, Saturday brunch, a great waterfire experience, and despite getting a late start on today and being underproductive, i'm in a very decent mood. the only thorn in my side from the weekend is that i spent all of it conversationally challenged - from Friday night into today. some of it is being too stressed to focus on things that are outside of my immediate to do list and some of it is feeling like i shouldn't subject others to the things running through my head - and i'm not sure how to find a balance on that last one.
random things floating through my head:
i was tangentially reminded of two movies i saw when i was a kid.
the first one gave me my first and only nightmare. the movie was about an alien, who travelled to earth disguised as a rose, eventually found the protagonist and wanted to do something to him (i forget if it was breeding or killing) to resurrect life on her planet. i used to remember how my reaction to the nightmare made it so i wouldn't have anymore, but i can't seem to right now : (
the second one was more of a kids movie, in which a modern boy is somehow transplanted to a reality of chess and cards. the chess were rather highbrow, and spoke only in rhymes to keep the cards from integrating into their society. the cards, however, were gaining social power, and the boy needed to go on a quest with the chess prince to solve a puzzle and restore order. during the quest, the boy finds out that the chess prince is actually a girl, disguised as a boy to keep the cards from knowing there is no heir to the chess throne; their quest somehow involves tomatoes and the answer to the puzzle is the "discovery" of the circle.
and, speaking of circles, i saw this movie at my father's house, with the kid of a friend of his. the next time i saw the kid was when i was 13 or 14, on the night my father gave me an amusing introduction to pink floyd by playing another brick in the wall (part 2) really loudly while driving 50+mph through the sidestreets of worcester at 3am - and just last weekend, i told this story to debbie.
remembering those movies sent me on a tangent about the reading i did as a child. i went through all the greek mythology my family gave me by the time i was 8 or 9; i didn't get into roman mythology because the names were changed, and i was then sent off on a dumas kick, with some other classics thrown in. in all of that, there were a few "age appropriate" books that i read, and now i'm finding that those few books (and those few movies) made a more lasting impact on me, because while i read and enjoyed everything, the lessons of the 'advanced' books i was reading weren't sinking deeply enough.
of course, in thinking about all this, i'm also remembering more and more of what i read back then - and it's almost like regaining bits of myself.
every once in a while, i do something socially inappropriate because i'm misinterpreted a situation. the most memorable of these happened at work once, and even though logically, i know
ged doesn't remember the incident even if he did notice my faux pas, it's still very there for me, in an uncomfortable way.something similar happened this weekend, and it involved a dead duck. only today,
sol3 andzerokey told me that they saw the duck raise his head - so he wasn't dead after all - and a possibly traumatic memory isn't traumatic anymore.during the week last week, i got plane tickets to texas *bounce*
i'm flying there for thanksgiving and am totally excited about it. sadly, i'm also feeling guilty because i'm not going to see
kittypie, and realizing that made me remember just how much travel should be in my future that finding the time and $$ for will be difficult. i don't know how 2-3 weeks of vacation time are considered enough, and i'm scared about my ability to save money over the next year.i'm totally behind on schoolwork.
i've barely started the reading, and also have lectures and more reading to do before doing some research and writing up an assignment that's due tomorrow.
the bad news is, this means no bellydancing for me.
the good news is, i've started looking at the work, and just doing that makes me feel less anxious about the whole thing.
so, tomorrow evening will be full of homework. possibly Tuesday evening, too, because i need to get started on my other class.
