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- The reintroduction of Wellbutrin to my life. That is going pretty well, although I was a deeply paranoid mess for the first two weeks and spent a lot of time listening to Kid A and thinking a lizard-man was going to drown me in the bath. I also thought I was Patton Oswalt for like ten seconds, but that may be unrelated.

- An epic going-away party in which I had many drunk feelings and yelled about them. I hugged a lot of people and didn't cry that much. As parties go, it was a good one.

- A move from St. John's to Halifax. I haven't lived full-time in N.S. since 2006, and it's a major adjustment. No one here eats salt meat and they look at me funny when I say "yis." (Then again, Newfoundlanders also look at me funny when I say "yis." My Newfoundland accent leaves something to be desired. Like, for example, any resemblance to an actual Newfoundland accent.) I keep seeing people I think I recognize from high school and staring at them intently. Beginning to wonder if am giving impression of being axe-murderer.

- The end of a job I really, really liked. Working in a bank was not exciting, but it was secure and enjoyable and the people that I worked with were, by and large, very nice. (And they gave me a handbag with zombies on it on my last day, because I was apparently their pet alternabrat. So cute.) Since getting to Halifax I've applied for roughly forty jobs, got interviews for four, and was accepted for one... at Subway. "Displeased" does not quite cover my feelings on this situation, but I am still busily applying for other things, and in the meantime, it's a way to pay the bills.

Also, I get tips, which are pretty rad.

- Dal registration. I have my schedule for my first semester of library school, and I am unbearably excited even though my first class is unbearably early.

- The acquisition of a wee apartment building (with a deck!), nicknamed "The Bro's Nest."

- The acquisition of a mature white lady-cat, name of Violet. She is very affectionate in that anxious, if-I-don't-follow-you-to-the-bathroom-you-will-surely-disappear way that is so particular to shelter cats. The other pusses have adjusted, with the exception of Roman, who seems to be certain that we brought her here specifically to ruin his life. Then again, that is his response to pretty much everything.

- The acquisition of an Amy, who could not initially move down with me because our lease was not up. BUT NOW I HAVE MY CLAWS IN HER AND SHE CANNOT ESCAPE. She finds Halifax bizarre, partly because someone cat-called her the other day by yelling "you're beautiful!" And because people get shot here a lot. She is going to apply to the Funeral Direction program at NSCC, so she can learn how to chill with dead people and their friends.

- The acquisition of NOT A SINGLE FRIEND. I'm okay with it as of right now, because no one has friends when they first move, and the few people I knew in high school who I'd want to be friends with now seem to have vanished. However, if I do not have friends by the end of September I shall be quite put out.


- The new season of Arrested Development, which: eh.
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This is what it is like to suddenly start taking antidepressants again after being off them for a few weeks:


That, combined with a massive headache. Ow.

To make it better I am watching this video on repeat.

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Today in Sci Fi and Fantasy we were discussing (for a given value of "discussing"- nobody ever talks in that class) Connie Willis's Doomsday Book, which is about time travel and the plague and other nifty things. About half the book takes place in the Middle Ages around Christmastime, and one scene involves the Christmas liturgy.

Professor Walsh: So what's the message of the liturgy in this scene?
Class: ...
Crickets: *chirp*
Professor Walsh, frustrated: Oh, come on.
Class: ...
Someone in the back: *cough*
Professor Walsh: Whatever you're thinking, it's probably right! This is an easy one. What was the message of the Christmas mass?
Ish: *tentatively raises hand* ... Jesus was born and it was awesome?

Ish: simplifying Christianity since 1988.

And then Trnka explained Hobbes' views on equal rights thusly: "Equality sucks, because then everybody gets an equal opportunity to try and kill you." Oh, Hobbes. You're the Eeyore of philosophy.

To be honest, though, I'm kind of hating school right now. This is mostly due to Grammar. I haven't worked so hard at a class in ages- I study, I take meticulous notes, I go to the teacher for extra lessons, but my average so far is still a 60. :/ It's frustrating, especially since I don't know why I'm doing so badly.

Although it may be partly due to a phenomenon I've only recently noticed- namely, that I seem to have a radio station playing in my head at all times. Here's how that works:

Ish: *sits down* Okay, Self, today is the day you pull it all together. You are going to pay attention. You are going to get good grades. You are not going to zone out and think about Pete Wentz or his baby.
Prof: Good morning, class! Today we are going to learn about-
Ish's Own Personal Radio Station: WWWWWWWWWWWWELCOME BACK TO ANOTHER FORTY MINUTE MUSIC MARATHON! Today we'll be playing a distracting selection of hip and groovy tunes that will get stuck in your head forever and drown out whatever the hell that guy's saying! *plays "Take Me Out," "Dancing Queen," entire Beatles catalogue*
Ish: :)
Prof: - and that's absolutely everything you need to know to pass the final exam. Bye!
Ish: :(

Does that happen to everyone or is it just me? Just me? Okay.
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A meme I stole from Jesse. )

That doctor's appointment went pretty well- I am now back on the crazymeds, which is already turning out to be a rich and rewarding experience! Especially the first day. )

PSA: I know that there are people on my flist who are straight edge, and who therefore might not agree with taking antidepressants. I understand that, and if you feel like you need to defriend me because of it, well, I understand that too. Just putting that out there.

In less crazy news, Mikey Way continues to delight me by existing. And by talking more about his friends and his brother than himself. And by using the word "diddling."

Greta Salpeter also delights me, albeit in a different way.* "That night, I'd fallen asleep with mixing nightmares of Cinderella slicing her heels with a serrated knife to fit the glass slipper and scenes of Christian Bale slashing women apart after engaging in perverse sexual acts with them." LADY, YOU ARE A PSYCHOPATH. ♥

I saw someone on the bus today who looked like a girl version of Bert McCracken and it made me want to read girl!Bert/girl!Gerard. Has anyone written that? Because if all else fails I may need to do it myself.

*does not have three pages already written, no sir*

*also, does not have nearly finished girl!Pete/girl!Mikey anywhere on hir hard drive*

I've been itching to go to the movies lately, but when I was looking at the listings there wasn't anything that caught my eye. (Except for Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, but I promised Little Sister I'd see that with her.) So I started thinking about what kind of movie I would want to see, and decided that as of this very moment my dream movie would be co-written by Joss Whedon and Diablo Cody, directed by Ridley Scott, produced by Christine Vachon, and starring Summer Glau, Ellen Page, and Alia Shawkat.

Co-starring Maggie Gyllenhaal and Alan Rickman.

With a score by Le Tigre.

And it would be about girl spies.


Raise your hand if you'd watch the hell out of that, please.

* Pun intended. Pun always intended.

ETA: Go say nice things about people you like! Because that's never a bad thing.

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