So...I freakin' LOVE "the IT Crowd", a British sitcom following the misadventures of three office workers working in a dank IT department in London. For an American, there are of course moments where to humor seems a bit strange, but overall, it's an amazing find on the part of the algorithm running my Netflix account. Embedded below is a clip, as well as a link to the episodes online =D
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The episodes:
http://www.fastpasstv.eu/tv/the-it-crowd/
Monday, May 16, 2011
the semester ends (aka how Stella got his groove back)
...and I must say, things have much improved.
The depression seems to have abated. A steady regimen of meds, counseling, and inner-healing has elevated me from the darkness I had found myself entrenched in months ago. I still have residual issues, of course, but on the whole, light has reclaimed my life.
I feel like I have a better, new set of goals towards which to work. I want to potentially double minor with history and French, and maybe bring both those together with my German major and go to grad school for European History, or History of the Renaissance. I want to study abroad, and to do so, I need and want to boost my grade point average. It will take some hard work, but I think I've brought myself to the point of embracing my true identity as a workaholic, type-A freak. My new big dream post-undergrad is to join the Peace Corps and go teach English somewhere exotic (though snake-free). I want to find a significant other, which, though it isn't new on my list of goals, will be embarked upon differently. Though I both desire and need to lose weight, my goal in this regard is to learn to accept my body the way it is, and to not expect potential love interests to be put off by it.
A big goal, too, is to start doing something with this bloody blog! Expect more posts in the future, though I'm still not sure what or if there will be a theme to any of it.
Chiao
The depression seems to have abated. A steady regimen of meds, counseling, and inner-healing has elevated me from the darkness I had found myself entrenched in months ago. I still have residual issues, of course, but on the whole, light has reclaimed my life.
I feel like I have a better, new set of goals towards which to work. I want to potentially double minor with history and French, and maybe bring both those together with my German major and go to grad school for European History, or History of the Renaissance. I want to study abroad, and to do so, I need and want to boost my grade point average. It will take some hard work, but I think I've brought myself to the point of embracing my true identity as a workaholic, type-A freak. My new big dream post-undergrad is to join the Peace Corps and go teach English somewhere exotic (though snake-free). I want to find a significant other, which, though it isn't new on my list of goals, will be embarked upon differently. Though I both desire and need to lose weight, my goal in this regard is to learn to accept my body the way it is, and to not expect potential love interests to be put off by it.
A big goal, too, is to start doing something with this bloody blog! Expect more posts in the future, though I'm still not sure what or if there will be a theme to any of it.
Chiao
Sunday, January 30, 2011
the semester begins
...and already, my mother is jobless, my incredible new diet lies shattered at my pudgy feet, I've already skipped a day of class, I'm fighting the wickedest cold virus known to biology, and a boy I like gave me the "let's be friends" talk before I even really asked him out. This is just the top of the list, mind you.
Get past the kvetching, though, and things aren't all that bad.
Well, maybe. Actually, the best thing going for me right now is my rapid re-acquiring of the French language, which has made taking a course in it after a year and a half long moratorium on the Language of Love extremely easy.
Of course I miss my main linguistic lover, German, whose gruff sounds, algebraic grammar, and bloody history inspire tremendous fear in lesser students. This is the first semester since I began taking it (6 years ago) that I've gone without being in some sort of German class. I keep up with it in small ways: films, casual conversation with fellow speakers, and by acting as Secretary to the ghettotastic German Club here at the university. It's a truly remarkable tongue; harsh, but beautiful in complexity; technical and exacting, but able to express the passions and opinions of some of the greatest minds in human history as adeptly as the over-hyped Romance languages.
I wish I had more to say at the moment, but it's nearly 2am and I have French in 7 hours, so adieu.
--Newsman
Get past the kvetching, though, and things aren't all that bad.
Well, maybe. Actually, the best thing going for me right now is my rapid re-acquiring of the French language, which has made taking a course in it after a year and a half long moratorium on the Language of Love extremely easy.
Of course I miss my main linguistic lover, German, whose gruff sounds, algebraic grammar, and bloody history inspire tremendous fear in lesser students. This is the first semester since I began taking it (6 years ago) that I've gone without being in some sort of German class. I keep up with it in small ways: films, casual conversation with fellow speakers, and by acting as Secretary to the ghettotastic German Club here at the university. It's a truly remarkable tongue; harsh, but beautiful in complexity; technical and exacting, but able to express the passions and opinions of some of the greatest minds in human history as adeptly as the over-hyped Romance languages.
I wish I had more to say at the moment, but it's nearly 2am and I have French in 7 hours, so adieu.
--Newsman
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