I'm not watching
Green Wing tonight, because we're up to the episodes I taped when it was first on, and pretty much watched to death a year ago, or at least enough that I can wait for the DVDs. And they're the episodes where Guy is an arse (though I still love him), and his love for Mac is just
angsty, and I'm getting all my old plotbunnies like that he talks in French in his sleep, and I can slightly do without it. So you get another post instead.
The DVD release date for
Life on Mars has been
moved up to May. Which means nothing to you downloading people, but it is VERY GOOD NEWS FOR ME.
It has occurred to me that I don't generally post much in this journal about my actual life and emotions, other than annoyance with DVD release dates and crying about essays. I get the feeling it makes me seem like a relentlessly and inordinately cheerful person. This is not the case. I don't think it's a big issue, but I just thought mention it and attempt to clear things up.
Most of the time I post, I do it at university. This means its a specially organised 'slot' in my life, rather than a general part of it. And just getting to a computer and the internet at all tends to make me happy. And I make an effort, since it's a temporary 'slot' to post about things I think other people will know about, like glorious TV and such, rather than personal problems with people no-one will know, and which I can deal with at other times, and probably already have dealt with. So that's that, and will probably change once uni is finished and I (assumedly) have the internet 24/7. Then will come the whining. Oh yes.
But other than that my life is really pretty okay right now. In that, it's not
brilliant (no showers of gold and diamonds arriving in chauffeur (?) driven limousines while I fight crime by the sea, or anything), but its better than it has been for a long time. The family drama has quietened down, and my sister is coping, and clean, and my nephew is okay. And I'm enjoying my course, if not working too hard at it, and I have friends, whom I love. And I'm pretty much drowning in wonderful fandoms at the minute. I'm getting slightly antsy about what the hell I'm going to do when university is finished, and probably if I was
doing more with my life, I'd probably have a lot more (healthy) stress to report, and that annoys me a bit, that I feel like I'm wasting a lot of time, but that's pretty much it. And even though it's not all perfect, I'm really not planning to complain, considering how bad it
has been before. And could easily be, at any given point in the future. So
am pretty happy at the moment.
And then there's the fact that I don't think I really get wound up about personal problems, in general. Unless they're
really bad, and continuing, like the whole "family drama" thing was. I have long, extensive experience of just sort of 'leaving people to it' in bad situations, and getting on with my own life. Which is a bit callous, but what're going to do. Otherwise I tend to make decisions pretty quickly about how to handle things, and then just - do that. So you probably won't ever get long drawn-out deliberations about a situation or how to handle it here - ever. And I probably wouldn't be coherent enough to post about it until I'd sorted it all out in my own head first anyway.
And if this journal reads to other people like a big whinefest, then this is all going to backfire quite spectacularly.
But it's bugged me a bit for a while, so I just wanted to post and get it off my chest. So there it is.
Blah. I think I need to take that Yeah Yeah Yeahs CD back. On further inspection - after giving up trying to listen to that 50-minute track all in one go - it turns out the second track (15 minutes long) doesn't play at all, just skips straight to Track 3 - which sounds suspiciously like part of track no. 1. As do all the other songs on the album. Which
could be a clever, post-modern trick, but just seems sort of - wrong. Hopefully it's a problem with my CD, and not the album itself. I will replace it, and find out.