There is only 6 weeks left of summer (well, until Fall Semester starts - I always define my summers in academic terms), and I haven’t even been able to complete one task on the list of “Things to Do Before the Summer Ends.” Jeezy creezy, I suck so hard. With all the travelling I’ll be doing in the next few weeks, I highly doubt that any of it will be accomplished before school starts again. For some reason, I can’t motivate myself to do anything at all after I get home from work, save sitting on my ass checking Oh No They Didn’t and occasionally watching TV, then laying on my bed rubbing my eyeballs for an hour each night, as they ache so badly from all the computer-staring-at and TV-watching-ness.

I NEED MOTIVATION. HOW DO I GET SOME?!? ANYONE? *le sigh*

San Francisco in… 8 days! I’m quite excited about it, even though I don’t expect that I’ll actually be doing much of the touristy type things, as I need to conserve funds for my trip to Boston/NYC in a couple weeks and I don’t have much time at all to be running around the city like a loon. I don’t mind that much, though, as long as I can find some awesome outdoor coffeehouse/cafe to hang out at. I’m a people-watcher, perfectly content with sitting on a park bench all day and observing. It’s always been a large part of the reason why I love big cities - so much more diversity. People are odd and very interesting. Or, perhaps, I am just easily amused. (That’s trufax, actually.) The best part about being in San Fran is that Carrie will be coming to hang out with me while I’m there, and I am so very excited to see her! I’m also quite ecstatic to stalk see Eddie’s post-show Q&A the night I get there. It would’ve been nice to get tickets, but as my plane arrives late in the afternoon, it might be cutting it a bit too close to showtime, and I know I’m going to be too exhausted from the travel to rush around trying to get there. But I can’t bear to be in the same city with Eddie and not attempt to stalk see him in some way, shape, or form. And this time, I will be armed with a camera, so there will be evidence in the form of nakey pictures of the both of us in very compromising positions.

The season finale of Doctor Who has soured my mood for the past four days. (Is it sad that I’m so affected by a TV program? … Yeah, I think so, too.) The whole thing was just epic fail on a massive scale. Donna’s fate reduced me to tears (Uncle Rusty makes her all awesomesauce for the entire season, then stripped her of all that character development in two seconds flat). Rose’s characterization was severely disappointing (apparently, she did absolutely zero maturing during the years she spent in Pete’s World - often she reminded me of a love-sick teenager, not the clever, independent woman I hoped she would be). Return to Bad Wolf Bay and the speech on the beach made me cringe. Bad editing? Bad directing? I’d like to think so, because Tennant is a far better actor than what we were shown. It was so… off. Though, I will say - the idea of TWO TENS is amazing (double the pleasure, double the fun)… but pawning the “broken” one off on Rose - felt a little too… harsh (not to mention Tennant played it as if he was detached from the entire situation - again, bad directing, I hope)… to put that burden on someone you (are supposed to) love. The whole scene came off to me as though he was dumping his two biggest problems at that point into a parallel world that he will never be able to visit again so that he doesn’t have to deal with either of them anymore. (Maybe that’s how I was supposed to interpret it? Who knows.) If this was Rusty’s big sendoff, then good riddance. Bring on Teh Moff already.

Right. Out of my system now. Moving on. </geekery>

Last week was the 100th anniversary of the Tunguska event. Why am I mentioning this, you ask? Only because I read a report on CNN discussing the various possible causes of the Tunguska fireball, and now I am deathly afraid of being sucked into a black hole. Lovely. (For more information on the effects that being sucked into a black hole will have on the human body, please see Wiki’s entry on “spaghettification“. Seriously. That is what it is called.) My new-found fear of black holes has encouraged me to read up on the enemy the subject, but I find it incredibly difficult to understand, as physics is so obviously bonkers. My brain can no comprendo it. We are made of atoms? Atoms are made of protons and electrons? It’s all energy? What is anti-matter? Matter is something, so is anti-matter nothing? How can nothing be something? SEE WHAT I MEAN?!?! Totally. Bonkers. I just can’t think that small. It makes all the tiny protons and electrons that make up the atoms that make up the proteins that make up the cells in my brain ache.

This is the second header I’ve had for this layout, and I’m still having issues with it. Such a pretty picture of Tennant… until my sub-par Photoshop skillz messed it up. (Can you really improve on Ten-Inch, though? I think not.) I was inspired to strip off his clothes and hand-cuff him to my bedposts when I first saw this pic, and I think I went a bit overboard. This one is too… much. I want something a bit more minimalistic and simple… let’s hope third time’s a charm, yeah? *off to work on header #3*

ETA: Header #3 is up, and I’m actually quite fond of this one. I think I shall keep it!!

Life has been hectic the past couple weeks. Where to begin…

Moving: It sucked so badly. I am done. Forever. Never moving again. I don’t know why I’d ever move again, considering I am completely in love with my new apartment. It’s so wonderfully cozy (and a bit crowded at the mo’, with Crystal living in the front room) and I have my gerbils with me and I love how much space there is and I really love that I get to buy bunches of new things for my apartment (like the good little Capitalist I am) and I have new couches and they are lovely and comfortable and I never want to leave my apartment ever again. Except to find food. And an internet connection. Which I am, sadly, not able to afford just yet. But it’s best that way, because if I didn’t have to leave my apartment to venture to the Coffee House to check my email, well… then I’d probably never leave my apartment ever again.

Eddie: He was AMAZING. Seriously. I was laughing so hard I almost puked. And he looked delicious in his designer jeans and swallow-tailed tuxedo jacket with a bit of eyeliner and a goatee… I just wanted to jump on him and start humping his leg. I was tempted to throw my bra onstage, in hopes that he would put it on, but alas - we were in the balcony (great seats!), and I could only imagine it coming to rest on some unsuspecting old lady’s head down below. After the show, we hung around to wait for him to come out and greet the fans… and 20 minutes later he comes walking around the corner with a PA system and a microphone! We all gathered around him in a semi-circle and he answered some questions for us (including a “Will you marry me?” from some chick who had brought a ring with her - she was better prepared than I was, dammit) and for 20 minutes I was standing 10 feet from the most adorable man on the planet… and I had no camera with which to document the event. (I actually had remembered to bring the battery for the camera… and forgot the camera itself. I suck.) Oh, well. Next time. (And there will be a next time.)

Tornadoes: They’re pissing me off. I really dunno what’s up with the weather lately, but it sucks majorly. Last Wednesday night, I spent most of the evening in the hallway on the first floor of my building, occasionally popping out to the door to witness the sky doing very unnatural and scary things, and listening to the civil defense sirens going off while trying to call everyone I know (but not getting through at all, because ALLTEL SUCKS DONKEY NUTS). I was honestly frightened by the weather - and that doesn’t happen very often, if ever, really. I was born and raised in this state and I’m used to these kinds of things, but I have never seen the sky change from a sparkling, sunny sunset to pitch blackedness in 30 seconds flat the way that it did that night. To top it off, there was a tornado the following night in FC, so I spent that night watching the radar and freaking out and calling my Gran and my uncle and my dad and my aunt and my cousin to make sure everyone was okay. My house is still standing and everyone’s alright… but my nerves can’t take much more of this. SRSLY, WEATHER. EPIC FAIL.

Ten Action Figure: My new favorite toy! After months of nagging Erin about bringing me back a souvenir from Ireland, she returned with… mini!Ten and a remote-controlled K-9!! Ahhh, I love him so much… carrying his tiny sonic screwdriver and wearing his cute little Chucks… bless ‘em. And K-9! He speaks!! OMGZ… I’m in love.

San Francisco: In a little over a month! I haven’t had much time to think about SF, as I’ve been so consumed by just about everything else going on… but I’m definitely looking forward to it, especially as Carrie has agreed to come from Reno and spend Saturday night and Sunday hanging out with me in the city! Also - EDDIE just happens to be playing SF the night that I arrive there, and even though I don’t have tickets, I might sneak down to see if I can catch a post-show meet (and remember my camera this time)! And - I’m staying in this amazing hotel in Japantown (near Fillmore!) and I’m really very excited about it! Also - I hope there’s an earthquake while I’m there (not a huge one, just a tiny one… moderate, maybe) because I’ve never been in one and I really want to feel what it’s like! Wow… I’m more excited about it than I thought I was! (With Boston/New York a couple weeks after SF… I might just explode from excited-ness!) (Also - I just used an exclamation point to end every sentence of an entire paragraph! That’s how excited I am!)

Final thought: I’ve been watching a lot of Top Gear lately. Crystal, knowing that I’m not particularly interested in cars, is convinced that the only reason why I watch is because it’s a British program hosted by British people. This is, admittedly, true - though only partially. The real reason why I watch is… *lowers voice* because I have a teeny, tiny little crush on Richard Hammond! I can’t help it! He’s like a poor man’s version of David Tennant… but in a much more compact package. Completely adorable, he is. And I’m not at all ashamed about it.

A year older and none the wiser, really. Crystal and I celebrated my 28th birthday last weekend by having a delicious lunch at HuHot (Crys paid, bless her cottons), followed by a viewing of the new Narnia movie. Oddly enough (or maybe not so oddly?), I find myself completely fascinated by Skandar Keynes. He’s 16. I don’t necessarily find myself attracted to him, just… intrigued by him. I think it may be because he is Charles Darwin’s great-great-great grandson… and I am an incredibly huge geek like that. So as to not feel like a pedophile, I would like to state for the record that I would really like to bone Ben Barnes sans the fake Spanish accent, because he is totally delicious. And 27. Yum.

Was quite productive this weekend, given it was three days long. Three days of not having to work leaves approximately 6.7 hours more of laying-around-doing-nothing time. Which I, of course, took advantage of. The remaining hours I spent packing up my apartment. I am now (very nearly) ready to move. I have Tuesday night and Wednesday night to pack still, and I plan to get as much as I can out of here on Thursday, but I’ll still have Thursday and Friday night, if I need it. I’ve been so freaked out about moving lately, but it seems to all have sorted itself in the end. I was going nuts thinking about having to give up my gerbils, but then Crystal talked to our landlord, and she has agreed to let us keep them! Also - I spent a couple nights unable to sleep (I have anxiety issues, I know) trying to think up elaborate schemes to get rid of my broken couches, and, miraculously, Crystal’s friend has agreed to take them off my hands! Quite exciting when everything works out… and I don’t have to do too much. I like to be as lazy as possible, y’know. Reputation to live up to, and all.

I’m absolutely ecstatic about moving, if you couldn’t tell. It’ll be so nice to have a place of my own! (Well, it’ll be my own in two months, after Crystal leaves, but still…) I get to buy lots of new stuff, and that always makes me happy!! (I’m such a good little American.) I’m most excited about not having to move the big, heavy furniture, as I’ve hired very strong, testosterone-filled young men to do it for me!! Thank Jeebus for movers!

Also - Eddie on Saturday ZOMG. I think I may just spontaneously combust.

Since I have a whole summer before I start class again, I’ve made a list of “Things to Do Before the Summer Ends,” which includes many important activities, such as:

01. Watch Season 7 of Buffy.
02. Read Half-Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows again. 
03. Watch the Doctor Who Season 4 confidentials. 
04. Read Allison’s Anthopology of Religion textbook (I am such a nerd). 
05. Organize all of the music and video files on my computer’s hard drive (again - total nerd). 
06. Go to the gym at least four times a week… again. 

I also thought about learning origami or something crafty like that, but I’m total rubbish at crafts. I’ll leave that to people who are actually good at it. Like Abby. (Can I have a Button picture now, please?!)

Must go finish packing now… but, instead, I think I might watch some tv. Off to procrastinate some more!

I have successfully completed my first semester as a Master of Non-Degree student, as I took the final exam of my Psyc 181 class Tuesday. Well, I halfway took the final exam, I guess; there were two parts and I decided to do only the first (multiple-choice) part, since it was all I had to do to get an A in the class. One semester back to school and I’m already back in the swing of things, picking up where I left off - with Senioritis.

Crys and I turned in our 30-day notice to vacate today! I’m quite excited to get out of here, away from the pot-smelling hallways and dead people stinking up the place and pools of vomit on the door stoop… I’m definitely ready for a change of scenery. Crys has agreed to live with me in my very large one-bedroom apartment until she leaves in August, since it means less money paid in rent. She’s been quite frugal lately, saving for her big move to Boston. Except for the $100 she forked out for a month supply of a “fat-burner,” which appears to be none other than pure crack. Now all she wants to do when she gets off work at night is talk nonstop about nothing and then workout. Which is quite amusing, when I’m sitting at my computer as she randomly yells at the TV, “Fuck you, Denise Austin! … You are such a bitch! … Asshole!” Bless.

I have also booked my flight to Boston, as well as purchased tickets for both 2 Skinnee J’s shows in New York City, which (purely by coincidence *wink*) happens to be the weekend I will be on the East Coast with Crys! I’ll be leaving with her to fly to Boston on August 5th, spending the next three days in Boston, leaving for NYC that Saturday, spending the weekend in NYC, and then travelling back to Boston for a day, before departing for home on the 12th of August. I am so… excited. (I actually wanted to say “stoked” - but then I remembered that this isn’t the 90s. Ecstatic, perhaps. A bit more enthusiastic than just “excited.” Semantically speaking.) It’s kinda amazing that Fate has treated me so well lately. First Eddie, then San Francisco, then Boston and New York, then - My Boys… the only thing that might make this summer better is winning the lottery! (You listening, Fate?! Make me a millionaire!)

So much to do in the next month… I will be spending this weekend attempting to organize and pack as much as I can. Well, I say that, but we all know I’ll end up sitting on my ass in my jimjams watching season seven of Buffy. But, I’ll definitely be thinking about packing. Maybe.

Also, new layout. I know I say this and it basically means shit, but really - there will be a new layout. I am determined to put one up within the next couple weeks. Something more colorful. Blue and pink, maybe. And full of David Tennant, because he is wonderous and loverly and my current imaginary boyfriend.

Oh, and B - Part 1 of Potter 7 has a release date!! November 19, 2010!! Save your money, because we’re going to London for this one!

The most amazing thing that has happened to me in the past 27 years of my existence: I AM GOING TO SEE EDDIE IZZARD. Like, in the flesh, see Eddie. Like, he will be right there in front of my eyes, all tarted up and adorable and funny-like. And I will be feet away from him, silently plotting a way to impregnate him so that he will have my babiez. OM-fucking-G. If you could not tell already that I am muchos excited for this, I assure you now:

On a (possibly) related note: I have come to the conclusion that I am simply a gay man trapped in a chick’s body. Go figure.

As Crystal will be leaving for Boston in August, I have spent the past month checking out new places to live. I am actually very excited about the prospect of moving out on my own for the first time in my life, really. I found the most amazing one bedroom apartment on the north side of town that is absolutely fantastic - large (for a one bedroom), homey, washer/dryer included, nice new appliances - the perfect place to make my home for the next few years. Crys wants to move there once our lease expires here at the beginning of June so that we can save on rent… so she and I will be sharing that one bedroom apartment until she leaves in August. (Oh my.) I’m so looking forward to it. It’s gonna be fantastic. Nice and cozy and all done up in Ikea… I might have to find a secondary source of income (selling crack?) to afford it, but it will happen.

Moving, followed by San Francisco and Boston - omgz, I need more money.

Oh wait - I’ll have more money, because I GOT A RAISE!!! *throws confetti* Yes, $1500 more a year coming my way. It’s not much, but every little bit helps, at this point. I am also now officially off my “probationary period,” which means that if they want to fire me, they have to work extra hard on finding a reason why. Let’s hope that they aren’t tracking the number of hours I spend checking Livejournal or IM’ing Melissa, or they might just have a good excuse. (Mental note: Must work harder at looking like I’m working.)

This week is Spring Break, which means nothing to me now as I am no longer simply a student, but rather a permanent employee of the university. While everyone is having fun times getting drunk and puking tacos all over Mexico, I am stuck here… working. No worries, though - my day will come. (Did I mention I’m going to San Franscisco and Boston?! I did? Really? … Oh.)

Damn this place needs a new layout. I’ve mentioned this too, yeah? Working on it. Hoping it will be up… soon. That’s “real world” soon, not “Microsoft” soon, by the way. (”lt’ll be done by Saturday, Tuesday, next week… We’ll bring it out when we’re fucking ready, right?” *giggle* Ahhh… Eddie. I hope he doesn’t take out a restraining order against me before May 31st, or my aforementioned plan just might go awry.) Oh, yes, the layout. Will be done. Soon. *goes to work on it now*