Every now and again people write me kind letters letting me know just how much they'd like my job. On a day like today, I'd happily take their job. Even if it involves heavy lifting, standing around in the cold, or telling people they can't park there. Honest.My UPenn app is ready to be mailed out in the morning. I am convinced that it is horrible and i won't get in anywhere. I am not particularly stressed out about this, however. (I have 3 more apps to finish over the Break, but UPenn is the place i really wanna be.)
Anyone who wants to read 10 pages about sacrifice, chosen-ness, and covenant (circumcision mostly) in the Old Testament with focus on the aqedah and some discussion of Jesus followed by 9 pages about BtVS with spoilers through the finale and some mention of Angel can feel free to request a copy of "Sacrifice and Chosen-ness from the Israelites to Sunnydale: The Aqedah, Jesus, and Buffy Summers." [My reread of the paper has convinced me it is horrible, but i'm still a big whore.]
Now all that remains is rewriting my Shakespeare paper and studying for (and taking, obviously) my Bible exam. Damn. And Secret Slasha is due on Sunday, so i have to finish that, too.
Today [Tuesday] was the last day of classes. In DSS (my one class) the prof mentioned how we've been talking a lot about the pesher [ "Interpreted, this means..."] technique a lot this semester and pointed us to the opening of 1 John 2:18:
Children, it is the last hour!
I pointed out the rest of the verse, and declared it to be about the final exams/papers we have in many classes.
As you have heard that antichrist is coming, so now many antichrists have come. From this we know it is the last hour.
Christine then picked up on verse 19, calling it a reference to the MHC students in our class (of whom she is one).
They went out from us, but they did not belong to us; for if they had belonged to us, they would have remained with us. But by going out they made it plain that none of them belongs to us.
And lastly, Biz picked up on verse 20:
But you have been annointed by the Holy One; and all of you have knowledge.
In other news...
I have weird dreams when i get enough sleep. [When i'm not getting enough sleep, i wake up with no recollection of my dreams.]
Friday: I decided to go to a Spanish class on a whim -- located in an airy student center that bore some resemblance to our own but was much nicer -- bumped into one of the Membership and Marketing women from work and gave her back the large puppets i had been working on for a project for her and accidentally took home, and then ended up in the middle of a supposedly African Catholic mass on the balcony that involved chanting/singing and i was sitting on a four-poster bed in the middle, and there was a guy sitting on the ground next to me who was making insulting remarks about the service and even though i thought it was confusing and wrong i was still offended that he was saying this stuff.
I know where most of that came from (at least in a vague way) but still, weird.
Saturday: Norwood Turkey Trot, paper_crystals worried that her legs were turning purple, and Mr. Peterson having a heart attack.
Dunno where most of that came from (though some of it obviously from the impending return to Norwood and Mr. Peterson's impending retirement).
Monday night [well Tuesday morning if we wanna be technical, of course]: Meeting Stacey's butch partner (i'm fairly certain her partner's not, since i complimented Stacey on a pretty outfit once, and she said it belonged to her partner and that whenever she gets complimented on clothes it's stuff she's borrowed from said partner; but i learned last night that said partner owns a truck -- to which my instant, but unspoken because i really do have some tact -- reaction was "But i thought you were the butch one in the relationship" though i tend to think the butch/femme dichotomy is rather silly, unless it happens to work for you and your particular partner), seeing Emma (she of the waist-length hair) with hair cut to chin length and pouffy, and remembering that when i placed my recent half.com order i forgot to use my coupon (though in actuality i totally did use my coupon).
Weird to think that i will be at Smith from January 2 - May 15 (excluding the week of Spring Break: March 12-20) and then gone forever. Kate and Emma have all these movies that apparently i not only need to see but i need to see with them. And of all the ones that came up in Friday night's discussion thereon, Blade Runner is the one Emma says i don't get veto power on. If it's really that important to her, i'll watch it
Emma finished watching Firefly tonight, in the company of me and Kathy of course. I hate Tracey, but i cried at the beginning of "The Message." Also: Inara in that opening scene = omgsohot. Tonight's instances of SFF cross-polination: Womack=Jim from Sentinel and Nandi in "Heart of Gold" is from a Xena arc.
We stopped by Midnight Madness, which wasn't great, but it was a beautiful night. Clear sky for once, and winter brisk but not capslock cold (though i'm me and not entirely allowed to make temperature pronouncements).
And i'm never gonna finish writing and posting a detailed weekend update, but that's okay. Lessee.... anything i haven't mentioned? Oh, for the Advent Sunday of Joy, the First Churches service on Sunday was very disappointing. There was an interpretive dance, though. And that night i made myself a joy list, so that made me feel better. And Emily wrote a beautiful post about lights in the darkness and Advent and Hannukah. Oh, and i went to the end-of-semester Spanish 230 performances Tuesday afternoon, which were neat, though i was once again reminded how poor my Spanish is.
fic: Giles meets Randall and Ethan for the first time
vid: "Mr. Bright Side" by The Killers (Angel-centric)
Gile ficathon if anyone who hasn't already heard is interested.
Request for "good, long, online comics" (details in post).
I'm not that evil, but yeah.
[And hey, want really depressing? Neil Gaiman's "Nicholas Was..." from Smoke and Mirrors.]