Did anybody miss me? Because I've missed... anybody.

SO. I'm back. After, like, about 50 years and a day.

Sorry about that.

FYI, that last post on health care. Totally not on purpose. It's a long story, but all you need to know is that I am well and the Fabergé egg has been returned successfully to its rightful place. Did you hear about Ben Nelson? That guy!

I'm back in Cali. Actually. The weather's just dandy here considering what weather I just might have barely avoided. Then again, I think it's hit the mid-Atlantic more than wherever NY is... so, there's that.

It's been a pretty crazy semester. I mean, not really. Not enough to write in a blog about at least. It's actually been one of the best conferences I've had. And, this all has to do with the absolutely friggen amazing people I'm with. I'm trying to picture the last month and half (or the last semester) without them, and it's... just... not possible.

So, things I'd like to accomplish this break:

Relax. (When you want to go to it. That sort of thing.) -- And, now I'm having a flashback to Zoolander trying to assassinate the Prime Minister of Malaysia. Goodness, my.

Read a list of books by smart old white men I compiled in my brain in the last week. Now it just sounds like I have imaginary friends who are old white men. Bound to happen.

Finish my portfolio for TSE. Today. Like, for serious, F-dawg (that's what I call myself during pep talks). I could make this thing really amazing and be done with and be merry-- or the alternative, which is only debilitating low self-esteem and SHAME. Do I want that? No. No, I don't. Okay. God, it's so hard to concentrate on anything at home. There's something about the place that's like being on acid or something. ("I'm sick of you being so dark, when I'm so impish and whimsical!")

Watch Veronica Mars with my dad. He saw the pilot last night and declared that he was going to watch the rest of the season with me. He likes it! He really likes it. I knew I liked him for a reason.

Re-watch My Girl and embark on You're Beautiful-- and that film about a Bangladeshi/Korean love. So much Korea that A has put in my hardrive, bless her heart.

Think/Make Plans for my future. How am I already a junior in college? This is completely unacceptable. Next thing I know I'll have crows feet, and I won't have a career in Hollywood anymore.

Addition to previous point: This includes, but is not limited to: Finding something to do next summer, possibly finding something to do next spring, punching out a couple of pages of something for student publications, course selections for second sem, deciding how I'm going to approach getting into law and/or grad school and funding it... and watching George Clooney's next film. George counts as something pertaining to my future, as we are married and I should support him in these sorts of things.

Turn off the bathroom and kitchen lights. Update: Just did. I'm being so proactive right now.

Travel.

Follow Copenhagen and all things environmental. You know, I really don't want Maldives to be under water.

Lose weight. Shut up. I'm not going all Bridget Jones on you or anything. (Although, I'm totally up for describing my weight with the metric system.) An uncle has just gotten the dia-betes, and I really should get into shape. There are like love handles on my love handles on my face, or there will be.

Learn more about David Tennant.

Maybe buy the first couple or more seasons of the West Wing. I don't know. Yeah, probably.

Make up those days I didn't fast during Ramadan. I actually have years of un-fasted days backed up... so I need to get on that. But, one day at a time. God will understand with His omnipresence and knowledge of my well-meaning flakiness.

Netflix. It will be glorious.

Eat more from Yummy Kitchen. Or "Yummy Chicken," as my father likes to call it. Hee.

Skype with A. We totally have reason to do so now without being ridiculed for our love. That, and I need to discuss this totally freaky dream I had last night.

That's all I have now. Other than maybe getting a haircut with bangs. If I feel like it at the moment.

OH, and buy 500 Days of Summer. Very good film that I've paid money to see three times already. Cleary, it affected me somewhat.

On that note, MERRY SOON-TO-BE X-MAS and other happy times.