It’s a bird, it’s a plane, no-
I woke up this morning to a bit of a ruckus.
This ruckus was raised mainly by my ankles and shoulders, though the rest of my muscles and joints threw in their two cents as well. Within a moment, I became aware of my stomach, head, and throat joining the fun.
So yes. I’m home sick today.
And I’m sure you’re wondering, “What has brought you to return to this poor blog, after abandoning it needlessly for nearly a month?”
Three reasons.
One: Busy-ness. Yes, I’ll say it again, even though I overuse the excuse. School, ACTs (which I have to retake because I’m too stoopid), the play (which actually rocked), Finale Week… It’s been nuts.
Two: I’ve been blogging at my class blog much more, which BlindinglyArticulate should know. I’m not sure why I’m not crossposting. Oh, wait, right, because BA’s my readerbase.
Three: My computer’s been on the fritz. Due to things like dying hard drives. And the like.
That is my litany of excuses. I will now give you a quick update on DreamingOfNothing’s life as she knows it:
School sucks. As usual. Particularly since my slacking is leaving me with oodles of assignments I must get done in order not to fail. And finals suck worse than anything ever.
TV shows are not what they used to be. The Numb3rs finale was fantastic (and I don’t want to spoil, not in this post, but thank the Lord, PTB), but NCIS just doesn’t have it anymore. I guess every show has a shelf life. I have not been fully impressed with most of this season anyway, but for the whole finale I just felt a bit… blah. And the big gob-smack cliff hanger ending, even though it involved one of my favorite characters being in peril, didn’t faze me at all. I was just like, “Okay, cool,” especially since they’ve already pulled this shtick before. And the CM finale is looong. I’m having trouble finding two uninterrupted hours of my time in which to fit it. So no. Haven’t seen it. I haven’t even read Shadow Unit’s May episode, and it’s June already.
And what doesn’t help is that I’m trying to quit. Closeted television, that is. The whole closeted hiding thing is taking a huge toll on my mental health. I’m paranoid that someone from RL will find out, and what they’ll say, and if my parents will ever trust me again, because I love them and really get along with them most of the time (okay, my mom. I try to get on with my father. When he acts like he actually cares, that is) and it makes me feel horribly guilty to be hiding stuff from them.
The fact that I found the NCIS finale to just be so blah helps, because even though I know older episodes are much better than this season was (Kate. I love her) I’m just not excited about it anymore. And the whole being-too-busy-to-watch thing has also helped. I just waste so much time with television.
So it’s a try. I might fit in the CM finale somewhere, just to have finished the season. I feel I owe it that. But Shade of Grey did not impress me, and I liked Amplification in an objective way (and I did start snarling, “Stop coughing, Reid, damn you,” about halfway through, so it must have gotten to me somewhat), but it’s not rousing the magic it used to.
So this is the verdict: NCIS has lost it, CM has it but I’m not getting it (I can tell it’s good but it’s not really working on me) and Numb3rs has it loud and clear. So I guess in the end it always goes back to the first fandom. My first love.
Well, aside from Sirius. But you know.
~DreamingOfNothing
