Uh oh...

After a big turkey feast, what is the first thing you want to do?

Sleep? Really?

No.

I wanted to play a video game. And since the sum total of my video game experience in the last year has been all of the killing zombies persuasion, I found myself in quite a fix. My brother has never and probably will never own an Xbox, so there was no going out and renting Call of Duty or Left4Dead. I thought about playing Final Fantasy of some kind or Kingdom Hearts. I might later on in the vacation (you know, all 2 or 3 days left of it), but I wanted something I was semi familiar with.

Which led me to Prince of Persia.

Now, the last time I played this game, it was with Ryan, Stauff, and Sean. They wanted to get drunk. I wanted to play Left4Dead. Sean's game was fucked up. Ryan suggested I play Prince of Persia and every time I fell off a cliff, they would drink. Very funny, guys. I've just learned to work the controls for the Xbox and I'm still getting used to them.

Needless to say, I fell off many a cliff and they got drunk.

But, anywho. I've had a bit more experience with dual joysticks (I think that's the right terminology. Correct me if I'm wrong) and this time, I didn't fall off so many cliffs. In fact, I think I did pretty well, if I do say so myself. So well that I kept playing and playing until I thought my eyes were going to catch fire from lack of moisture.

I need to read 100 Years of Solitude over break. This is not going to be easy.

Thanksgiving dinner was good. It didn't feel quite so holiday-y though because we didn't go anywhere. And as much as I sometimes hate seeing relatives, it definitely feels a bit more empty when I don't see my Aunt Chris. Just kind of feels like an ordinary dinner...only much bigger and with pie. The average Korytowsky dinner lacks pie...so, that's different
But, during dinner, I had my dad telling me what words meant in Ukrainian and their equivalent in Russian. Not that I'll be able to repeat anything back to anyone or speak any kind of Ukrainian at anybody, but it was still relatively educational.

By the way, I hate the way Prince of Persia ends.

Saw Sunshine Cleaning and The Proposal today. I knew Emily Blunt was in The Devil Wears Prada but I recognized her from another movie and I could not figure it out. Thank God for IMDB

The Jane Austen Bookclub

Sunshine Cleaning was a good movie for a lot of different reasons, though, as most indie movies nowadays are, surprisingly sad.
The Proposal was very good. That damn puppy dog was so damn cute. Every time there was a scene with Ryan Reynolds and the dogs, I'd squeal like the little girl I am and my brother would comment on Ryan Reynolds and I'd have to tell him that it wasn't Ryan Reynolds that I was melting over...it was the dog. But, the movie itself was also very funny. I enjoyed it.

Well, I hope everyone had a fantastical Turkey Day. Tomorrow is Black Friday, which means I'll be running out hourly thermoses of coffee and cider to my dad whose one mission in life is to always be the first in line at these sorts of competitive, grabby things. I thought about asking for an Xbox 360, but I know the only reason why I want one is to play a certain game and 1) I'm distracted enough as it is, 2) Stauff and Sean both have one and that's enough, 3) I'd drive Emily crazy if I played it all the time, 4) I'd drive myself crazy if I played it all the time, and 5) There are things that I want more.
They are getting a Wii, though. My mother claims it's for the Wii Fit, but I know better.

She just wants Rock Band so she can fulfill her lifelong ambition to be a Beatle.

That woman is so transparent.

That is all

Take it easy. Don't die. Don't get raped. Enjoy your Turkey Day leftovers. I know I will

Ahh. So THIS is what a good day feels like

I am grateful for many things

Swinging on playground swings at midnight is certainly one of them

Hot chocolate is another

The anticipation of a well-deserved break is yet another thing

Thus starts my Thanksgiving spirit. Yay for thank-worthy things!

Had a normal day. Got home. Realized that I didn't have rehearsal or tech week or a show to do. Immediately better.
Played some games on pogo for the first time in weeks. Addiction Solitaire and Lottso, how I adore thee. I bow before thee. Along with some really beautiful selections from Pandora, it was a solitaire night made in heaven by God himself.
And, feeling the need to get out and do something with my free night, I asked Emily to go for a walk with me. We ended up at a playground a bit down Hagadorn. While I merely swung on the rather comfy swings, Emily played around the junglegyms and what have you. It brought me back to those times after John's, usually after cast parties, when we would both find ourselves drunk and on the swings, proclaiming our roomie love to one another.

Oh, nostalgia. Thou art sometimes nice.

Now, I sit, drinking a nice, warm mug of hot cocoa and musing about the kind of pies I will bring home for the Thanksgiving Feast. It is usually my mother who picks the pies, thus setting the mood for the Thanksgiving Feast (for the presence of a cherry crisp instead of a cherry pie makes ALL the difference). This year, I'm the pie boss. Booya, bitch!

So, this post gets a happy smiley because it's a happy smiley day. Yay

^_^

If you ever wanted to know what a person with acute paranoia looks like...well, keep watching

We'll just get this out of the way:

I am paranoid. So very very paranoid

But not in the way that most people are paranoid. I don't think people are out to get me. I don't think the world is going to end.
What I am paranoid of is pissing people off. I hate when people get mad at me or I can see a fight coming. Even if it's just a friendly phone call or what have you, I will freak out, over-react and worry all day long.

Example: Today my mother calls during class and leaves me a message that says in what I think is Mad Mom voice, "Hi. Call me back as soon as you can. I need to ask you something. I'm at work until 5 so any time after that. Bye"
Now, I get this message at 12. Shit. What did I do now? I mean, my bank account is fine, I don't think I gave my mother's computer a virus in the 2 hours I was on it. Did she find something? And I worry up a storm. Even if there is absolutely NO JUSTIFICATION as to why she would be angry. But, I'm beside myself with worry-ridden curiosity
Turns out she wanted to clarify something with me on my Christmas List.

*sigh*

I am pathetic

In other news, I started a conversation about sex today in my special topics course. We were talking about Twilight (Penn's son's "girl with whom he has an understanding" [because girlfriend was just too damn complicated a concept, I guess] likes Twilight) and Penn called it a trashy romance and I had to tell him that it was not even worthy of the trashy romance title because there's no sex.

And there we went

Now, my mother gave me The Talk daily. Talking about sex with adults does not bother me. Talking about sex with anyone does not bother me. But, I forget that it bothers other people, particularly students in regards to their professors.
I think we had a great conversation about it. Baring the fact that I've never technically HAD it, I think we came to some good conclusions and agreed for the most part. He said something that I had never heard anyone say before - not that it's a ground-breaking, novel thought. I'm sure someone else had this thought, but it just never occurred to me in the sense of how he said it.

Sex is an imaginative act. One needs a great imagination for it to be any good at all.

Agree? Disagree?

And then he did the thing that I love this man for the most: took this odd comment of mind about the lack of sex in Twilight, moved his way through a pretty detailed yet indirect conversation about what makes sex good - in literature and in life - and then, somehow, tied it all into magical realism and Gabriel Garcia Marquez's "100 Years of Solitude."

And it all made sense

I came out of it all pretty intrigued, while everyone else was just merely uncomfortable.

*shrug* I had fun

Oh, and another things about my paranoia, because you're all so interested, yeah?

I am TERRIFIED that I'm going to develop Schizophrenia

Truly terrified

Which makes going to Abnormal Psych and talking about Schizophrenia for two whole class periods torture of the cruelest kind

That is all

Take it easy. Don't die. Don't get raped, and if you ever get mad at me, don't leave me in suspense. At least do me that favor.
Or don't. It'll be better revenge

Ugh. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck oh fucking hell

I have a test in about 3 hours that I am most decidedly not ready for, but I'm writing in this because I have just about reached my wits end. Technically I need at least an 86% on the next two exams to pull off a 3.0

Yeah

Not gonna happen

Whatever, man. You wanna run a class in which a grade will depend on 3 cumulative exams, that's your fucking deal, dude. But I'm telling you now, no matter how attractive and funny you might be, you're gonna pay. I'm voodoo dollin' ya tonight...once I've slept and regained some of my self-confidence.

Oh, and that's the other thing. I have rehearsal from 10 until 1am tonight. Whoopde-fucking-doo. I swear on all that is holy, if I fall asleep and snore and someone wakes me up

Yeah, well, I'll just have to make me another voodoo doll.

I can just keep churnin' 'em out, people. Don't think that I won't, because I will.

On a less violent note, this weekend was relatively good. I spent more time on the couch, recuperating, that I would have liked, but there were some good movies on, so it wasn't too big of a deal.
Friday night was the Improv show with the freshies. They were fantastical. I was so damn proud of them in between my fits of laughter. Yay! Then, of course, got smashed at the after-party. As I put it later, I probably wouldn't have gotten as drunk if the party had been better, but it was fine all the same. I ate a lot of really really cheap Taco Bell, and now I'm not sure if it tasted SO GOOD because I was drunk...or because eating that cheap really can actually taste that good.

Saturday night, I saw "The Time Travlers's Wife." Eh. Cute movie. Emily's told me that I have to read the book because the book isn't a chick flick like the movie was. I mean, it wasn't half bad. It was more funny when the lights came up and a good portion of the girls were still crying. Their faithful (we hope) boyfriends had awkward arms around them, trying to hold back laughter. I just laughed out loud. I think inside, they appreciated that someone was laughing at their girlfriends.

Sunday was study day

And now we're back to my overwhelming desire to buy pins. Lots and lots of pins. Thick ones. A ridiculous amount of thick pins dipped in acids, shat on by a dog, blessed by Lucifer himself.

That sounds good

Now...take it easy. don't die. don't get raped

(all that seems a little empty considering, doesn't it. oops. oh well)

Paper writing is not for the faint of heart

Yeah, yeah. haven't written in a while. blah blah so on and so forth

I have a paper to write, therefore, I'm updating

Predictable, I know

Many wonderful things that I could have written about but didn't happened in the last few weeks: Halloween festivities complete with killing REAL zombies on Grand River, Ingrid Michaelson concert, numerous episodes of Glee, more walks late at night than should be academically healthy, my family getting a piano, Carla getting pregnant again (!!!!!) and so much more

So, why I chose to write about this day, I'll never know.

Perhaps I will discuss with you (or at you, rather, unless you leave a comment in reply) the link between people who own yellow VW Bugs and people who speak German.

My AP Lit/German teacher from high school always drove her yellow Bug with her Deutche sticker on the back (just a D, but still) to school. I mean, it's not as if the sticker set her car apart from all the other Bugs since no one else drove a VW Bug, but here begins my evidence.

College time and I meet Meredith. Yay for Meredith. Last year, I found out that she owns a yellow VW Bug. Guess where she is right now? Germany. Hmmm

Fast forward to yesterday. I'm walking in the parking lot right behind Akers/Hubbard (waaaaay out in BFE) and I pass a yellow VW Bug with a sticker on the back of it. What did the sticker say, you ask? Well, I'll tell you:

Deutchland

Now, perhaps I'm excluding all other cars in my observations. It might be that these sorts of stickers show up on blue Chevy Impalas all the time and I'm just not looking because I WANT there to be some kind of odd correlation between these cars and the land of the Germans.
And I know the car's name has german origins, so that could account for some of it, but I've never seen a black Bug or a blue Bug or any other kind of VW Bug or ANY kind of Volkswagon, for that matter, have a Deutche sticker

Just something for you to think about.

I feel like this weekend is one of those where there's a shit ton of stuff going on, but I cannot remember what I'm supposed to do. I feel like I have ten million things planned and I can't remember a one of them. It's one of those situations where someone says, "We're doing such and such on Friday. You're coming, right?" and I say, "Of course. Wouldn't miss it."

But I might just if I can't remember what IT is.

So, if I miss you this weekend, I'm sorry.

I have to start writing things down.

In other news, I ADORE my political science professor

That is all

Take it easy. Don't die. Don't get raped