Two weeks never felt so short.

"If suffer we must, let's suffer on the heights."
-- Victor Hugo (Les Malheureux)

I've fulfilled a week of rest, and I know that the next week will be a week of work. I've done what I could to insert as much wholesome goodness (you know, the kind that propels you forward and helps you count your blessings, as opposed to the kind that promotes the smashing of your coherence and sobriety) into my routine. I've read a variety of book-types (from Marvel comic books to Jane Austen and now I'm attempting my mother's Oprah book: Love In The Time of Cholera). I've made my music lists and I've completed the task of dangerously shopping on Boxing Day. And I survived.

Now, I'm going through an Ocean's phase. I'm currently re-watching Ocean's 11 and I'll soon be onto Ocean's 12. Just a few days ago, including yesterday, I was on a movie rampage (this includes Superbad, Rush Hour 3, Pride and Prejudice, Bride and Prejudice, Enchanted and P.S. I Love You). In the span of a week, I managed to finish almost ten movies. Including Howl's Moving Castle (I'm a person of many interests, and I plan to stay that way).

And though two weeks is normally a long time... I feel like I could use more. I've work to do. I've life to catch up on and a week's worth of rest to inject into my ruddy circles. I'm sure everyone else does too... The countdown, this deadline, this doomsday to return to a term filled with work -- it looms over my head and haunts me in my dreams.


Ah. I've never felt so old. Time flies by too quickly.

The Break: "It's like my healthy dose of vicodin, or morphine. Or both."

"I would visualize things coming to me. It would just make me feel better.
Visualization works if you work hard. That's the thing.
You can't just visualize and go eat a sandwich."

-- Jim Carrey (on Oprah)

First thing's first. The Winter Break has come, or: is at hand for anyone with an exam next week (this includes the CSC kids with their exam on Monday, or the ANT100 kids with their 50 000 monkeys and their Latin names).

There's no denying the antsy feeling you've got; the need to explode off the campus scene and go party. Get smashed, plastered and mended. Do something offensive, polite, and/or both. Just play safe.

Right now I'm in a state of utter disgust. I'm so tired. Everyday feels like a hangover. I'm in need of some major psychotherapy and I need to reassess myself; that is in great need. I don't remember who I am (a laid-back, sarcastic chick with a flair for literal dissections). Maybe the metalloid transformation into some U of T Android started long before I even mentioned it. I just can't remember, not for the life of me, what I want. What I like. What I plan to do with myself.

Aim high, but shoot low. Our mission is to take this monster down with one swift blow. (David Melillo, Morris County Blues)

I'm going to watch all corniest, cheesiest, most f'ed up movies in the world. I'm going to shop for CDs that I haven't listened to in ten years. I'm going to donate all the stuff I can. I'm going to do some social justice and find some inner Zen.

Peace out and holly-stars.