She saved the world a lot.

I watched Season 5 of Buffy in 36 hours. It was good and I feel like I should write a poem, not about that, but about something else that’s on my mind. I just don’t really know what there is that I should say about it. I mean, obviously nothing here. But I’ve been dwelling on it or dwelling on my not saying anything. I guess this is why I have a written journal. But my written journal is just a series of escapades on the same subject. Also, my written journal is so fleeting. It’s constantly disappearing and the most inaccurate record of my history ever. What are my children going to think?

I’m currently watching How I Met Your Mother which is a really mediocre sitcom but I’m still fixated on Allyson Hannigan and it’s not terrible-terrible. It’s just watchable and bad. You know what other show I don’t like? Friends. Why was it ever good? Why did people ever like it? Why did they make so much money for it? Goodness. I hope no show is ever like that again. I’m glad that most Hollywood writers these days seem to self-destruct after four or so seasons.

I take pride in the fact that my home state has more electoral votes than Hawaii. I, however, recognize that’s because a lot of people get stuck there rather than more people choosing to live there than the other state. I escaped to Lubbock, Texas. A bittersweet victory.

cheating the system

I may have started watching 24 three days before I said I would allow myself to do this.  The good news is that I had hives so I’d have been awake all night anyway.

maybe i'll just keep growing younger with you

kyle’s been in town for four days now and i just can’t begin to say how happy i get to have him around. he’s completely wonderful, and we’re completely in love.  i’ve just never enjoyed someone’s company so damn much.  it’s strange. we sleep sometimes in the morning and i climb out of bed and find a book and climb back into bed and then we watch football all day and hang out with our friends and i can’t think of a single thing i’d rather do.  or we don’t sleep in and i go to class and climb back into bed with him and read until i fall asleep again and he wakes me up from my nap and then we play fight until i’m out of my grumpy mood.  and we’re cute. and playful. and i attack him with sharks sometimes and then giggle at my cleverness.  he is ideal.

and then we go out with my friends sometimes or his friends othertimes and it becomes completely obvious to everyone that we are a pair.  i read about duprasses today.  for those of you not familiar with the genius of Kurt Vonnegut or just not his lesser works, a duprass is a two person karass according to Bokonism which is the religion of the narrator of Cat’s Cradle and a karass is a group of people who are put together to accomplish some task for God but they are unaware of the specifics or even the existence of their mission.  so we are like a duprass.  and everyone is noticing.

we’ve been watching grey’s anatomy… like most shows on tv i didn’t know it existed until it was a season and a half in and i didn’t see a single episode until sunday night.  i really like most of the characters but i also think that it’s stupid and unrealistic.  it’s also pretty mindless.  you’d think that eventually people would want to stop sleeping with everyone they worked with.  but who knows.  one of the episodes we watched involved adoption, from the perspective of mother-who-gave-child-up-for-adoption. eek. i got sort of really upset watching it.  i can’t exactly say why. i just feel like there’s this part of me that i can’t explain to people that they don’t relate to. and while i think it’s a beautiful thing what she did, i’m also not sure that i’d ever want to meet her. and sometimes i think that would be a good idea but a lot of the time i think it would be a terrible one.  and i wouldn’t want to be disappointed by what i found.  and i don’t know that i care to add her to my life, i think i would just want to say hi and that i’m okay and that i appreciate it, you know.  it’s weird.  being separated from someone who you’re genetically related to.

this is the first november i’ve had in college where i’m not dramatically re-inventing myself.  i’m not leaving j, i’m not involved in some scandal involving a  bottle of svedka and a couple questionable decisions, i’m  not trying to leave joe or work things out with steve, i’m not involved involed in some scandal involving a freshman and a couple questionable decisions.  i’m just… who i was in october.  and a little better put together, a little less stressed out than in years past.  which is nice.  i was listening to the hold steady* today and realized that the song “first night” sort of explains me in the context of my past:  “Holly’s insatiable, she still looks incredible/But she don’t look like that same girl we met/on that first night/when she was golden with floorlight and beer/on that first night/she slept like she’d never been scared//And then last night/She said “Words so long never could save us.”/And then last night/She cried and she told us about Jesus//Holly’s inconsolable/Unhinged and uncontrollable/’Cause we can’t get as high as we got
on that first night.”  I’m glad I’m golden with floorlight and beer again.  It’s much better than alternatives which I have explored to varying degrees.

speaking of being golden with beer, i’m doing that not-getting-drunk thing i did last year again.  hopefully this year sobriety doesn’t end with a trip to the hospital. lol, at lunch today Kyle asked me what our plans were for Christmas and I said that I was hoping that as long as Christmas doesn’t involve me laying in bed all day and thinking about suicide it will probably be okay.

*note: i don’t ever remember the difference between the Hold Steady and the Hush Sound.  So when I was looking for some songs to check out on the album of the Hold Steady… I asked Kyle if he liked the Hush Sound.  He started talking about the differences between their albums and how he had both and blah blah blah this was how I was able to discern that the Hush Sound is the shitty emo band that I’m not interested in and the Hold Steady is the shitty hipster band that I am interested in.  🙂 I laughed about it on the inside.  But seriously,  I kind of like that Kyle’s not as pretentious about music as I am.  It means that we’re not constantly having some sort of power struggle about who’s music is more scene.

When I look at you, you're so far away.

I like post-rock enough to listen to admit it publicly.  I like post-rock.  There.  And I hope I listen to more of it until I understand it well enough to defend that it doesn’t all sound the same.  Cos right now, I don’t understand how every lead singer sounds the same vocally.  It’s an amazing trick.

Yesterday was Kyle’s last day in Topeka for the summer.  Wednesday is his last day in Kansas City.  I’m basically devastated.  We’ve spent this week watching Season 3 of 24 which I should be finishing up as we speak, but instead I’m blogging because I care about all of you folks being able to keep up on my life.  Season 3 is a great season. Jack Bauer is an American Icon.  I can’t watch Law and Order anyway cos of Golf.  It’s been great.  We took a  break yesterday and watched Season 3 Part 1 of Entourage.  We went on lots more lunch dates than normal. We stayed up till 4 a.m. laughing with each other.  We cuddled on the couch.  And I cried basically non-stop. Sigh. I just don’t want him to go back. Slash. I don’t want to be apart from him.  But it’s ridiculous to think that he’d not go back to finish his senior year of college.  And Bearman would kill us both if I even considered it.  So I know that this is the way it has to be.  And my eyes have dried up since he left.  I held it together at work and I’ve held it together today.  I’m not even mildly depressed which I have been most of the days I’ve spent apart from him.  Ask him.  Last weekend I was downright irrational without reason and the weekend before was almost the same story… but maybe that storm was building.  So everything between us is wonderful.  We both wish we could be closer for these next ten months or so but we understand we can’t and so we’re off to figure out more about ourselves without the other there until next June. I’m just glad that neither of us is doubting the other.  We’re pretty much invincible.

Since he’s gone basically… I’m just looking forward to our last two dates together.  One is our anniversary (six months, woo) which is coming up next week, we’re celebrating early… The other is worlds of fun tomorrow.  I’m super excited about both.  But I’m also so ready for school to start.  Rahul and Cara and occasionally Kyle (Rahul was too drunk to make sense of what we were saying and Kyle was too drunk to make sense of what he was saying) and I had a good debate about the 08 elections the other night.  It got me jonesing for some good intellectualism.  I love it.  I can’t wait for classes.  African Art History with Janzen is gonna be so sweet… and I have it with Cari! Yay!  I’ve really missed Cari these past few years that we haven’t been as close. And I’m excited for my Morse class… though not so much for the tests.  I just hate writing essays which compare and contrast historical truths by creating some hypothetical historical society.  This is why I like her upper levels much better.

I want to watch more 24 so I can be indoctrinated on how cool it is to not have Constitutional rights so we can be safe from mostly outlandish terrorist plots and wonder how Nina will resurrect herself and if the PATRIOT Act really can save us all.  So I’m done blogging. Good night.