Restlessness

With midterms over, there’s not much else to do but keep up with my reading. Of course, with reading come more procrastination, and that is what I have been doing as of late. Really, anything and everything is a good source of distraction while pretending to do some work for school. Television, novels, cooking, social outings, walks through the parks, exercising, whatever you can name.

Registering for a summer term, it did not occur to me that I wouldn’t have TV to distract me. Okay, that’s partially untrue. I had May Sweeps to carry me through the month of May (dur), but after that, nothing. Nothing but reality show garbage. Except, my beloved So You Think You Can Dance. SYTYCD is, I believe, the one reality show that showcases real talent while others pale in comparison. I used to watch American Idol but then I stopped because I lost interest. After three seasons of SYTYCD, and now a fourth, I’m still watching.

Favourite partners: Twitch & Kherington, and Mark & Chelsie, and Katee & Joshua.

Other than SYTYCD, I haven’t been watching anything else. Which is blasphemy in my eyes, as I’m always at the television or on my computer watching missed episodes. I could be outside and enjoying the sun, but since the weather has been a horrible mess of rain and thunderstorms, I don’t see that happening until there are nice days (like yesterday, Happy Canada Day!).

Okay, to be honest, midterms have been over for more than a few weeks now, and I’m just able to write. Hmm. Living in a dump will do that to you.

Having been back at the parentals’ respective homes for a week has been eventful, and quite taxing. Remind me to never go back to the nest again for more than two days without my laptop (which has been at The Apple Store for most of the week), and to never promise to spring clean by myself. All that jazz is just unwarranted stress upon all individuals in this lovely nuclear family.

I finished the first season of Life of Ryan. What is it with MTV shows and their ability to suck you right in? Ryan claimed to have “so much drama” in his life, and I assure you that I have more drama in my two hours of conversing with The Mother than he had in all eight episodes. Kid can skate, though. And buy his own house. I should be a pro skater.