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Has been up and down. I guess I should have written this post before I got the depressive again, since it’s making me look at the bad in an even worse light, but I’d look at it like that anyway. The city is great. It’s wonderful. I’ve been walking outside all day every day until today, when I took a break and walked only in the morning, but my feet hurt and I had (have) to read these two books I checked out from the library. I’m finally in a university with a proper library! Although maybe proper isn’t the clearest term, since it’s a windy, confusing mess where I have to either take the stairs to the second floor (which is the third floor in US reckoning) and take the lift to the fourth or just go straight through to the fourth on the stairs, which is exhausting. Then, the Latin American section, which is the one I’m interested in, is on the seventh floor, the topmost floor, so high up the lift doesn’t go there. I have to take a different lift to the sixth floor, then get lost amongst the stacks looking for the stairs to the seventh floor. Then, since the oh so unhelpful card catalogue won’t tell me anything more specific about the location of the book other than the number 34, which is the general section, I have to look through all the stacks, book by book, because I don’t know how this classification system works (it’s not Dewey Decimal, it’s different, like I know that one, anyway). Consequently, I found only one of the books I was looking for, but three more that I wasn’t and am really excited about and am going to use for my dissertation, but I still don’t know where the books for my course are. So both yay and ugh. I’m going to go around the used bookstores tomorrow and see if I can find anything useful, because I need a serious amount of books, not necessarily to buy but it’s easier than checking them all out (if I can find them and I’m so regretting leaving one of them back home).
My dorm room is small, though it’s got the basics, but we have only one tiny fridge for the whole floor, which is annoying everyone. There are three student halls in this block and I know of one a block away right next to my school (I wished they’d put me there; I’m so bad about getting out in time for class) and there are pubs around here, so like a lot of freshmen (the halls are primarily for first year undergrads), the people here are wandering about at nights getting drunk and making a lot of noise on the street. I don’t understand people who like to get drunk. I just don’t. Get tipsy, all right. I do that just by having one drink of anything, which is closely followed by nausea unless it’s coquito. I don’t even like being around drunk people. I had that experience in high school, do not want to repeat it, thanks. It also surprises me how much time these people have on their hands if they’re going out every night, though I suppose it’s not the same people, but I have a ton of stuff to read. No amount of undegrad reading compares to this. Though we’re not required to read everything on our reading list, that would be insane, each one is at least ten pages long. And I’m getting started on my thesis now, because I’m not making the mistake I made of waiting like with my micro thesis, where I had to change the subject mid semester because I didn’t find enough material.
Making friends. Thus far it hasn’t happened. I’ve made acquaintances. I went out to eat with a few people after the school registration. I gave one of them my new number after class yesterday and she said she was going to text me, but I think she forgot or it didn’t work because I haven’t gotten anything yet. She gave me free plates, though. I said that I was looking for someplace to buy a bowl and she said she was just about to give some plates to charity and she could bring them over. Maybe I’ll see her at the school reception tomorrow. I’ve exchanged names with exactly two guys. That’s it. Like my old school, this one is also mostly females and guys in my dorm seem a little too keen on the pubs and they’re too young for me, anyway. I’m starting to freak out about this, but I’m telling myself that it’s only been one week, but if I haven’t had any luck with this until now and I’m 25... Problem is I’m a quiet person and there are so many times when I just can’t think of anything to say and people seem to be attracted to talkers, at least those who aren’t standing there with a stupid look on their face desperately scrambling for something to say. I need to join one of the societies, but the only one I might be interested in is archery. I don’t feel like joining the Harry Potter one, though I might if I get desperate. I’m so over that by now.
I’m just rambling on here. There are so many things I wanted to say, but I can’t remember. Everything’s really expensive. I think I paid twice what I would have paid in the US in H & M, but I needed scarves, cause I’m freezing and scarves are so fashionable here. I feel a little intimidated, fashion wise. I mean, I just came from Illinois, where so many people don’t even care. In Puerto Rico, you never, ever go out wearing house clothes. Ever. Women wear heels to go to the mall. But over here the dressing standards are suddenly higher, which is great, because Puerto Rico is really pretty conservative when it comes to styles, though you can’t wear jackets anyway outside unless you’re willing to sweat buckets. The goths actually congregate at Plaza, the main mall, just to wear those long, leather jackets. It’s a little sad, seeing as how it’s a mall, but there really is nowhere else.
Oh, and there’s a 7GB weekly downloading limit for the internet. Which is bullshit and is really depressing me because I depend on the internet for so many things, no little part of which is emotional well being and don’t I need a life, But I seriously will purchase my own internet service if I have to. And their service is shit, anyway. I was struggling with it for half an hour yesterday because it gave me some bullshit about “can’t connect to server” fuck. Can you tell I’m pissed about this? I told one of the girls I met at registration and she was appalled. We’re the digital generation, dammit.
So. Questions? Comments? Tips for future trips? This is so messy.
My dorm room is small, though it’s got the basics, but we have only one tiny fridge for the whole floor, which is annoying everyone. There are three student halls in this block and I know of one a block away right next to my school (I wished they’d put me there; I’m so bad about getting out in time for class) and there are pubs around here, so like a lot of freshmen (the halls are primarily for first year undergrads), the people here are wandering about at nights getting drunk and making a lot of noise on the street. I don’t understand people who like to get drunk. I just don’t. Get tipsy, all right. I do that just by having one drink of anything, which is closely followed by nausea unless it’s coquito. I don’t even like being around drunk people. I had that experience in high school, do not want to repeat it, thanks. It also surprises me how much time these people have on their hands if they’re going out every night, though I suppose it’s not the same people, but I have a ton of stuff to read. No amount of undegrad reading compares to this. Though we’re not required to read everything on our reading list, that would be insane, each one is at least ten pages long. And I’m getting started on my thesis now, because I’m not making the mistake I made of waiting like with my micro thesis, where I had to change the subject mid semester because I didn’t find enough material.
Making friends. Thus far it hasn’t happened. I’ve made acquaintances. I went out to eat with a few people after the school registration. I gave one of them my new number after class yesterday and she said she was going to text me, but I think she forgot or it didn’t work because I haven’t gotten anything yet. She gave me free plates, though. I said that I was looking for someplace to buy a bowl and she said she was just about to give some plates to charity and she could bring them over. Maybe I’ll see her at the school reception tomorrow. I’ve exchanged names with exactly two guys. That’s it. Like my old school, this one is also mostly females and guys in my dorm seem a little too keen on the pubs and they’re too young for me, anyway. I’m starting to freak out about this, but I’m telling myself that it’s only been one week, but if I haven’t had any luck with this until now and I’m 25... Problem is I’m a quiet person and there are so many times when I just can’t think of anything to say and people seem to be attracted to talkers, at least those who aren’t standing there with a stupid look on their face desperately scrambling for something to say. I need to join one of the societies, but the only one I might be interested in is archery. I don’t feel like joining the Harry Potter one, though I might if I get desperate. I’m so over that by now.
I’m just rambling on here. There are so many things I wanted to say, but I can’t remember. Everything’s really expensive. I think I paid twice what I would have paid in the US in H & M, but I needed scarves, cause I’m freezing and scarves are so fashionable here. I feel a little intimidated, fashion wise. I mean, I just came from Illinois, where so many people don’t even care. In Puerto Rico, you never, ever go out wearing house clothes. Ever. Women wear heels to go to the mall. But over here the dressing standards are suddenly higher, which is great, because Puerto Rico is really pretty conservative when it comes to styles, though you can’t wear jackets anyway outside unless you’re willing to sweat buckets. The goths actually congregate at Plaza, the main mall, just to wear those long, leather jackets. It’s a little sad, seeing as how it’s a mall, but there really is nowhere else.
Oh, and there’s a 7GB weekly downloading limit for the internet. Which is bullshit and is really depressing me because I depend on the internet for so many things, no little part of which is emotional well being and don’t I need a life, But I seriously will purchase my own internet service if I have to. And their service is shit, anyway. I was struggling with it for half an hour yesterday because it gave me some bullshit about “can’t connect to server” fuck. Can you tell I’m pissed about this? I told one of the girls I met at registration and she was appalled. We’re the digital generation, dammit.
So. Questions? Comments? Tips for future trips? This is so messy.
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Heh. You know how sometimes people will ask actors they meet to act out certain scenes with them? That would totally be my scene. I'm not ashamed of it.
That whole storyline is just so freakin' perfect and the best stuff the show's probably done, on all fronts (acting, writing, directing, etc). Not that I am, you know, biased.
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No, not at all biased. Of course not. ;) That's the storyline I most rewatch. The mayoority of the time I put in the DVDs, it's exclusively for those two. They're just so perfect together. The dynamic and the little conversations and everything.
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I'm as fair and balanced as Fox News, when it comes to CE. They really are; I've grown...marginally fonder of Peter-on-his-own this season, but it's nothing on how much I enjoy him with Claude. I honestly don't think I've watched any of the episodes on the Heroes DVDs that didn't have CE in them. I don't regret buying them, though.
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I think 5YG!Peter wasn't as mature and/or badass as he thought he was; sure he had the scar, and the slicked back hair, and the black coat, and the fuck-you attitude, but he was still impulsive and kind of a pain. From a kind of emo teenager to a goth one; I didn't sense much maturity. Not that there's much from this version, but at least he's...I don't even know what I like this version better. I just do; and Milo's doing quite a good job with him, which helps.
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Nine* Claude to come back and knock some sense into him.*A little part of me wonders if I would nearly as bugged by what they do with Peter time traveling if it wasn't for the Doctor Who connection...
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A crossover with these two would be brilliant, but I can't think of a proper way to do it. Plus, no time.
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Heh; I would almost like to see it and see it not be Claude!Nine; I'm not as enamored of the idea as some people are, because they're both such distinct characters (and it's not like Claude doesn't have enough problems of his own, without being the one to have had to destroy his entire species!). Just Nine showing up, bitching Peter out for crossing his own timeline (and touching himself, and not in the dirty way; it's a paradox!), and making him promise not to do it again. And maybe Peter having a moment of "Hey, you look just like..." before he flies away again.
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Yeah, I'm not into Claude!Nine, either. It doesn't make sense precisely because they're so different. Poor Peter would be so confused. A time traveler who looks like Claude but isn't (and the sexual desire that follows) :)
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*snerk* Totally. He'd want to be a companion, but Nine wouldn't let him. He's much too accident prone.
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Well, seeing as how it's a regular network, they couldn't get him totally nekkid (if only this were Showtime or HBO), but at least shirtless or in underwear or something. I don't care what excuse they have to come up with. "Why am I naked in this scene again?" "Well, there appears to be a very strong demand from the fangirls to see you in all your glory."
That he certainly is. But he'd beg so nicely.
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Hey, if they can give us a season where Peter was shirtless almost the entire time, they can give us a good shot of CE torso, at least. Apparently, CE was once an artists' model, so he's quite comfortable with nudity; I don't think he'd ask too many questions.
And that might involve promises of sex. Which Nine would clearly not be interested in. Except maybe a little.
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Maybe more than a little? Just turn on the dopey eyes and that so insistent "please" and he'll be quite eager for a demonstration.
Well, it's almost 3 in the morning and I have to go to bed. So, I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut this short.
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Aww, yes. Maybe he'd let Peter tag along for one trip. To one of the safer planets.
Good night! I hope your week gets better!
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Good night. And thanks.
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...oh, my mind went to the dirty place straight away with that one.
'Night!