Lessons; ramblings; homicidal elves

I have a lot rattling around half-formed in my subconscious, but this weekend about killed me. I have not been this weary since my last round of finals. It's that heavy, stultifying exhaustion that clings to one's bones and throws a dark cloud over everything. 

Thankfully, it should pass soon*. I am completely finished moving to the big D now, in more than a few ways. While I have moved many times previously, this one has been easier and more difficult in many ways. True, I was only in Waco for two years, but they were important years. I fell into an actual group of friends for the first time. I became a little less socially clueless. I learned what it was like to have to work hard at school. I realized how important great books are, and how unimportant great books are. Perhaps most crucially, I started being okay with being me.** On the more painful side, I've learned some friendships simply aren't meant to last, and that forgiving people does not mean I have to remain in a state of friendship with them. Some people are jerks, and I can't change that. Such is life.

That got heavier than I was intending. Happy things. Kittens and rainbows. Series 7 of Doctor Who. Lamborghinis. Swimming pools.***

Oh yeah, apparently Peter Jackson's turning The Hobbit into a trilogy, drawing on Tolkien's appendices for material. Y'all heard that? My excitement and apprehension are evenly balanced right now. If anyone can do it, Jackson can. He'd have to. The outrage over a poorly-done or made-for-the-money third film would be catastrophic. Let's face it, some nut dressed as Legolas would try to take out Jackson with a bow and arrow while swearing vehemently in Elvish.****

This post didn't start with an infinite amount of immanent design, and what little organization there might have been is dwindling, so I'll just conclude here. Have a good week, everyone! 

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*Honestly, I think half of the raging headache I have is due to all the Clorox fumes I inhaled yesterday in the Last Great Apartment Cleaning. I know the upper back tension is due to the file cabinet I wrestled down a set of stairs.

**I owe a couple people beyond what I can repay for assisting on that front.

***It's 104 degrees here. I love Texas with the exceptions of the summertime and the high school football craze. 

****We all know it's true. Also, I am not saying anything negative here about someone dressing as Legolas. I went to a Dallas-area comic-con last year as Amy Pond. I would be, however, infinitely critical of someone dressing as Legolas with the purpose of assassinating Peter Jackson over a bad movie.