Last night, in a moment of flat togetherness, the 7 of us not in Norway decided to have a sleepover in the living room. Mary had never seen Lord of the Rings, so she wanted to watch The Fellowship of the Ring. The flat unwittingly agreed, somewhat dimmed to the fact that we (I) only have the special extended editions (the only ones worth watching). Needless to say, we were up until 2:30, bundled up in duvets and munching Kevin's recently baked chocolate chip-nut cookies. It was a good night. Mary was sort of pissed that she didn't even get to see them destroy the ring (that's another 8 hours of movie). Anyways, everyone except Mary and I got up and headed for a daytrip to Hardwick Hall with Mark and Carol. It's a stately home in Derbyshire, which is near Nottingham. I had elected to go next week and use today to get a jump start on finals studying (all of mine are this week) and the British Novel paper that everyone is flipping out about. To be fair, I did start to flesh out an idea for my paper, and I looked over all the past exam papers for my American History and War and Ideology class. But other than that... not so productive.
I watched "The Office" (see below), milled about on the internet, had some cheerios and tea, and basically felt useless. To combat this, I decided to make the 18 minute bike ride to campus for baseball practice, even though the weather seemed spotty. I'm glad I went, I think I found my natural throwing motion, which has been a long standing quest. It's all in the wrist flick. We (the three of us who showed up) also practiced fielding grounders, which I need help on. It's doubtful I'll be able to make the final game, so I'm just sort of going for fun now. Meaning, I don't know if I'll ever get to show off my newfound skills, I'm just doing it for my own personal gratification. In typical English fashion, the schizophrenic weather decided to rain just as I biked home. 5 minutes after I peeled off my wet clothes in the flat, the sun was shining. Figures.
As I may have hinted at in previous posts, I've become addicted to the TV show "The Office." It was originally a BBC series, but it was remade in a US version, which is what I've been watching. Sort of ironic. Needless to say, throughout my 21 years, I've never considered myself much of a TV watcher. I always assumed most of the shows on TV were not worth my time. A year or so ago, Corey introduced me to "24," which redeemed some faith. I also discovered the joys of "Seinfeld." Kevin, our resident TV expert/addict has been the undoing of me, introducing both "Arrested Development" and "The Office." Kevin, I'm holding you personally responsible for all my unproductivity from here on out. Don't even try to use that wack TV Cultures class as some sort of defence. Anyways, "The Office" has restored my faith in the American TV industry to produce smart, witty, and ridiculously funny shows. It is laugh out loud, gutbustingly funny. Steve Carell leads a perfect cast. And it is also very touching, I feel. Well I'm very absorbed in the characters at least. The latest episode (with an awesome speech by Pam) has me on the edge of my seat for the 1 hour season finale on Thursday. Will Jim and Pam finally get together? Will Michael get the job at corporate? What will Dwight do? Gah.
But however, the time has come to be productive, starting early tomorrow. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday each feature a final, with the big paper rough draft due Friday. Add in the necessary practicing, and it's going to be busy. On a quick sidenote, I've been happy with my tromboning as of late. I sort of feel like Peter Parker in Spider-Man 2 when his powers come back to him. Back on topic, maybe if I get all my laziness out now, I'll be super efficient this week. Hopefully. I'm pretty much resigned to that doctrine, so it better work.
It's Saturday night. Off to The Lion.
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