It's June! Well really, it's been June for a long time, but now's as good a time as any to remark on it, isn't it? There's no time like the present!
So, I'm out of school now, and despite having nearly died during my math final, I still managed to maintain a decent GPA, so I'm not crying the tears of misery that I thought I would be. Well, not for that reason, anyway. Actually, at the moment, I'm not crying any tears except happy ones, because the Supreme Court made a very important ruling today, and ALL people can get married in ANY state! And I can't tell you how excited that makes me. Of course, I can't say anything about it, because my dad will swoop in and yell at me for three hours, but the joy is there, and it's palpable. So good job, you five judges, and boo to you Alito. Today's a good day for justice!
Speaking of justice, let me tell you now about my great love for Les Misérables. Note that I haven't read the book (yet), but I've cut my teeth on the musical, and I daresay I love it as much as Enjolras loves France (well okay, that's not possible). Everything about it is so amazing! Well, no. Not everything. Romantic authors have never been good at characterization, especially of women, so the characters are more archetypes than anything else. But they're my children, and I love them dearly. I love them so dearly, in fact, that I've entangled myself with the fan community, and have stooped to writing fan-fiction, because there isn't enough on AO3 to satisfy my longing for happiness for mes pauvres enfants, and I spend long hours poring over the fan-art section on Tumblr. Why do I love it so? I couldn't say. Is it the fact that I'm a sucker for stories about friendship and found families? Perhaps. Is it because I adore politics and social issues and agree with Thomas Jefferson that sometimes the tree of liberty must be watered with the blood of revolution? Maybe. Is it because anyone who's every played Enjolras is handsome in the extreme? Well, yes, but that's beside the point. In short, I don't know exactly why this franchise calls to me so! All I know is that it does, and that when Patria calls, I can't help but answer.
Vive le France!
Next quarter, I wanted to take a sociolinguistics class for one of my upper-divs, with the idea that perhaps I'd spent too long in my ivory tower, and I should come down to see how the language that I so love to analyze really works in the real world. But I was too late, and the class filled up before I could register in my second pass. What a pity! Or maybe it's a sign from the universe that I should do what I'm best at, and leave the touchy-feely stuff to those who are better able to touch and feel. In any case, I've elected to take one of my psych upper divs instead, and this isn't a tragedy, because I didn't take one last quarter, and I want to get into it. I'm not sure yet which one it will be, but hopefully it will be an interesting one, and will involve some cool cocktail-party facts about the brain. You know, I find the brain so interesting. I did once consider a minor in neuroscience (but I dropped the idea, because absolutely nothing overlapped with linguistics, and I'd have too take too many extra courses), and I joined a neuroscience club with Irene for next year. (It looks pretty hardcore, though) My dad has a new fascination with the frontal lobe, so I've taken this opportunity to try and educate my siblings about the architecture of the brain. Unfortunately, they don't really care, but if I sing the brain songs that I wrote enough, maybe it will all sink in anyway. I mean, it's our brain! It drives us! It contains the bits of us that make us human! It's so amazing, and I'm fascinated by it. (Also a little tripped out, but mostly fascinated)
Now I regret to tell you that it is somewhat late, and I still haven't embarked upon my nightly ritual of drinking a soothing cup of tea and watching a calming fighting anime, which wouldn't be a problem, only we have church tomorrow, so I will leave you now. Goodnight!