Last exam on the 23rd. God willing, the last sit-down exam of my college career, given the proliferation of seminars on the horizon.
It's that frighteningly cold time of year, when wearing gloves makes a mountain of a difference.
Missed out on a chance to run out and meet a truly amazing person I met on the internet, who was about an hour and a half of train rides to the east. Regretting it now, a bit, but glad I was here tonight to field for
eva_kasumi in the midst of a computer virus scare. Everything looks fine now, but it's nice to be there for someone just like they've been there for you, in whatever little ways you can.
She got me another Pikmin. Lacking eyelids, it cannot help but stare, from its perch on the bookshelf above my bed. I shall never again be clean.
Meandering back and forth with the thesis. Adviser has yet to email with her critique, which I guess means I don't actually
have to be thinking about it just yet. Doing it anyway. Being about home, it's a lot of stuff that hits close.
Still enjoying
The Mentalist.
Also writing steampunk!Arthurian, though that's come down to just-shy-of-200-word emote-porn vignettes. Maybe one day I'll even figure out the romance novel, and then I'll be set to... eat and feed my hypothetical cats for the rest of my life.
Just a bunch of thoughts while coming up on the end of the year. This is the time when I read a lot of webcomics and manga as a form of procrastination (A Family Man for the former, Uzumaki for the latter - both incredibly interesting, for entirely different reasons. I don't recommend Uzumaki for the easily squicked.)
I wish I had more time to do art, and to write, and that I could feel less like an obese leech on society's tender, guarded underbelly whenever I indulged in either. It's nice to take joy in creating, and I... I encourage NaNo, and things like it, because I think everyone deserves to do what makes them happy, because everyone deserves to
be happy, but while I love these things, and they're fun, and they're fantastic, I always feel like such a privileged little louse for putting so much time and effort into either. My time is precious, and there's a fucking lot of other things I could be doing with it. But instead of giving of my time, my effort, my thoughts and energy, I just take it all for myself. That's a little hurtful. I wish I were less selfish, so that I would feel less bad about being the me life granted me the strange luck to be.
But, still, I dunno. I love lamp. It's a good time to be alive.