I love you, Neil Gaiman

I love you for writing Sherlock Holmes slash fanfiction in the world of H.P. Lovecraft. I mean, I really do.

Answerboy's parents pleasantly surprised the heck out of me by getting me Fragile Things for Christmas. There was an audible intake of breath as I opened the parcel. (Baby, you had something to do with this, right??) The first story seems to be a retelling of Study in Scarlet, with Cthulu-esque things as the Royal family. This is a degree of awesome I am powerless to express.

Christmas has been great -- minimal depression, which is different for me. I think I do well at being home for short bursts of time. My mom said that she thinks I'm an angel, yesterday, which was odd even for her, but not unpleasant. A cousin came over for Christmas dinner yesterday, which added to the normal complement of me-mom-dad-uncle, and was very nice. We drank pomegranate martinis and played some board games. Can't complain. I got very nice presents too, from jewelry to kitchen stuff to clothes and gift cards.

Now I need to organize the rest of my week so I see everyone I need to see and do everything I need to do. Christmas vacation...you're too damn short.

Hope all readers had a merry Christmas, if celebrated, and if not, a nice day anyway. :)

~isolde

Happenings

This past week has been much like this video, which is awesome: StudyBack

I've been leaving my apartment early, with binders and books and three meals in my backpack, and coming home late. The study room in the Medical Sciences building looks uncomfortably like home. I underline my notes in pretty coloured pens. Occasionally I study with music, and when I get bored of studying, I write lines I like from the songs I hear on the tops of my pages. As a fun little meme, and because nothing else about this post is likely to be entertaining, have a guess the song/singer....

"Life's like an hourglass glued to the table."
"Beneath the stars are falling on our heads/but they're just old light, they're just old light."
"How did I fall on your Miss Miscellaneous list?"
"It's really not that you can't see the forest for the trees; you've never been out in the woods alone."
"For Sale: Forgetfulness, at a new price!"
"Is it right, butterfly, they like you better framed and dried?"
"I look stupid in a cocktail dress at 10 a.m."
"I've been waiting for sleep to offer up the deep with both hands."

Last weekend I went home to decorate my Christmas tree and attend a performance of the Rockette's Radio City Christmas Spectacular. Almost didn't make it home due to an intense and localized dumpage of snow on my city. 3 feet. Took two hours to dig Boyfriend's car out of the parking lot. Now, everything is green again and it's relatively warm, considering it's December. Global warming, people. It's a reality.

I have to say: exam week sucks, and is stressful, and there's too much to learn -- but med school is awesome. The upper years brought cookies and snacks and stuff to our exam room this morning and wished us good luck as we went in. Here in the computer lab, the staff have more cookies out for us, in addition to a crock pot warming mulled cider. This is so cute I almost can't take it.

One day, I will get to spend a significant amount of time in my apartment -- significant enough to actually CLEAN it, as it is a disaster area. You'd think that if I don't spend any time there, I wouldn't have time to get it messy. Apparently this is a fallacy. Everything has been sorely neglected -- except the plants, which I DO water, but which are dying anyway. I am a bad housekeeper and I am sorry.

I am looking forward to Christmas -- Christmas break, Christmas parties, Christmas lights and Christmas cheer -- with all of my heart. One of these days it will be here. This is not that day.

Okay -- back to studying!

~isolde the crammer

p.s. The poem that always comes to my mind when I'm decorating a Christmas Tree is posted under "words".