And I should drink that doubleshot espresso in the fridge. Caffeine will make me feel productive. The next two weeks are going to consist of me running on caffeine, denial, and panic. Seems like the recipe for heart palpitations.
Thanksgiving break went by really quickly. I watched a lot of TV. My entire weekend was a mash-up of Firefly, first series Doctor Who, the entire Thanksgiving marathon concocted by Na and I many moons ago, that James Dean biopic with James Franco, Beverly Hills, 90210, and more Lady GaGa/Beyonce/Britney videos than I think I've ever seen in one sitting.
Reconnecting with real people did not work out as well as I had hoped. That was less than pleasing. That just led me to hide further in my viewings of fictional people and their varied dire situations.
I love Firefly. And I watched Serenity last night and loved that too. Everyone in the cast is amazing. I'm so annoyed (retroactively, being as this was years ago) that Fox canceled it. I'm way more annoyed at this than at them canceling Dollhouse, being as they're letting the end of Dollhouse AIR. There was just no END to Firefly. Damn it, I'm annoyed all over again. Serenity was not enough. Finishing Firefly was part of the reason I ended up doing less work than I should have this morning at tutoring. I can finally look at everything I can possibly find about the series! Which means I went through all 25 pages of flair for it.
Also, I have no desire to ever go back to tutoring ever again. First of all, some girl with bitchface and a plaid dress gave me slight 'tude for printing in the tutoring computer lab. I got up to wait by the printer for my 30-35 page journal article on New Deal historiography (yes, that's how interesting life is right now) to print, and the following exchange ensued.
Plaid Girl: "Is that ALL one print job?"
Me: (keep in mind, it's early and I shouldn't speak to humans before ten in the morning) ...yes.
Plaid Girl stares at me like I've just killed her cat, then sighs at her computer. Proceeds to wait impatiently for my stuff to finish. As soon as it does, she proceeds to print like five different things. I can't tell what her deal was, but it's probably a good thing she didn't inform me. I had a few unkind words for her.
Someone actually came in for help today. People always come in for help on chapter four. Here's a secret: I didn't attend class AT ALL for chapter four. I never know what I'm doing, I have to figure it out anew every time. Luckily, it wasn't bad. But I didn't really tell her anything that she couldn't have gotten from reading the part of the textbook that I did.
When I originally told the girl that I was the tutor for stat, ex-roommate (AKA, the pantsless Bulgarian) stared at me with a slight smile on her face for quite some time. This is not a normal occurrence, our interactions pretty much stood at either completely ignoring one another or some glaring. I still have no idea why, but the fact that she didn't look away quickly enough caused me to give her a half smile to try to get her to stop looking at me. Later on, once the other girl had gone, one of the other Bulgarian girls was just unabashedly staring at me. I almost asked her if she wanted something, because I had no idea why someone would just openly stare at someone like she was. If she was simply people watching, she needed to be a bit further away from me. What a creeper.
I have several presentations to give in the next week and a half. First one's tomorrow, on Galileo. I hope that one goes smoothly and simply. The most terrifying one is the one for my Shakespeare Plays class. We have to interpret and perform a Shakespeare scene. I'm not exactly what you'd call an actor. My last acting stint was at the library for the Scooby Doo party. Nafzy called me the worst library phantom ever. So it goes. We're doing a scene from Othello. We haven't started. The closest we've come to starting is I thought of making Desdemona a high profile movie star and having Emilia be her personal assistant. Other than that, I've got nothing.
This is actually making me panic about work. I'm going to go do something for that.
A few quotes from Firefly's "War Stories":
Mal: [to Inara] Ah, the pitter-patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots... [to River and Kaylee] SHUT UP!
Mal: Okay. I'm lost... I'm angry... and, um, I'm armed.
Wash: Hey, I've been in a firefight before. [Pauses] Well, I was in a fire once. [Pauses] Actually, I was fired from a fry cook opportunity... I can handle myself.
Book: This should do.
Zoe: Preacher, don't the Bible have some pretty specific things to say about killing?
Book: Quite specific. It is, however, somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps.
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