I am wa-HAY behind on the 30-day meme. Instead of posting six days in one entry, I'm just going to pick up where I left off, with day 23.
Day 01 ? Your favourite song
Day 02 ? Your favourite movie
Day 03 ? Your favourite television program
Day 04 ? Your favourite book
Day 05 ? Your favourite quote
Day 06 ? Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 ? A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 ? A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 ? A photo you took
Day 10 ? A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 ? A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 ? Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 ? A fictional book
Day 14 ? A non-fictional book
Day 15 ? A fanfic
Day 16 ? A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 ? An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 ? Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 ? A talent of yours
Day 20 ? A hobby of yours
Day 21 ? A recipe
Day 22 ? A website
Day 23 ? A YouTube video
WHAT HAS BEEN SEEN CANNOT BE UNSEEN:
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I am so very sorry for sharing that with you. If your sense of self-preservation stopped you from watching it, yes, it IS John Barrowman dancing to "Single Ladies." Not doing the "Single Ladies" dance, but some bizarre unholy choreography of his own that seems to involve Riverdancing. With some things, it's best not to ask "why."
Every day I become more and more convinced that he is the worst person alive. And yet I love him.
Day 24 ? Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 ? Your day, in great detail
Day 26 ? Your week, in great detail
Day 27 ? This month, in great detail
Day 28 ? This year, in great detail
Day 29 ? Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 ? Whatever tickles your fancy
There's been so much going on lately (mostly in my head, it's not like I suddenly have a life) that I don't know what to write about it. I'm leaving for Oberlin tomorrow, technically. Friday morning. What the WHAT.
ResEd's been scrambling to find me a room -- they emailed me today to say that they had a space in Substance-Free housing and a space in Sci-Fi hall. I'll probably go with the spot in Sci-Fi hall for several reasons. One, I am not exactly substance-free, and while I don't make a habit of drunkenly stumbling back to my room, it has happened. Two, Sci-Fi hall is like...a community. I hear Substance-Free is pretty quiet. Neither spot is ideal for me, I guess -- you may think I'm the biggest geek ever, but sci-fi-wise, I'm only really into Doctor Who and Firefly. I don't know how well I'll fit in over there. But I've really liked everyone I've met who lives there.
I'm nervous. I might go into more detail about that in a later entry.
My new alarm clock has arrived. It is, of course, bitchin'. My replacement external harddrive also arrived, but I think I'm going to sell it right back on eBay and get myself a 1TB. Sorry, but, 160GB don't cut it anymore for me.
Ahh, stuff. Boy trouble. Worry about surviving this semester. Mac and cheese at 3 in the morning. How I Met Your Mother. Such is my life.