There Can Be Only One

I borrowed a ridiculous amount of DVDs from Eric - a bunch of tv series with which to occupy my time. (side note: I started with "Eli stone", which I don't think I'd even heard of before, and fell in love with it. it was a brilliant series even though it was only one for two very short seasons.) I am currently watching season 1 of "highlander: the series", which I watched and liked in the early 90's - and oh, how very early 90's it is. the layer of cheese is so thick, it's fantastically valveeta-y. a couple of thoughts, which i will continue to add to as i continue to watch:

• I forgot just how beautiful a man Adrian Paul was. or is. with bone structure like that, I'm sure he's aged really well.
• I learned through imdb that he was actually a dancer and choreographer before coming to the us. which makes sense - he's a graceful man.
• I don't think I actually saw season one - or not to the point I'm at now. I remember the writing and storylines to be fairly decent... but as of now, the writing is... not so much. the directing is super cheesy - overly dramatic music at dramatic moments, long close-up shots on pensive faces before commercial breaks, the whole 9 yards. it's also very clear at the beginning that both Duncan and Connor realize that Ritchie could be an immortal - a fact I never realized; I remember being shocked when he didn't die after he and tess are killed. so I'm thinking I never saw the start.
• oh, the technology! just 20 years ago, and huge brick cell phones - which two whole people own at this time. and the computer systems! or lack thereof. I just watched an episode where a guy actually had photo enhancing software - that took all night to scan and use. and the terminal screen was black with white ms dos scripts running on it. how fantastically primitive it seems because we've come so far so fast.
• I really love Tess as a character. she could easily be weak, but right from the start she's portrayed as strong and resilient, which is cool in a show where most of the strong leads are men. especially for 20 years ago.
• it hurts my head that high school was 20 years ago. EARLY high school, but high school nonetheless.
• a feature of the DVD that absolutely cracks me up is the scene selections for each episode. you can choose from 5 different parts of the episode, OR - if there's an immortal death involved - you can select the "Q" and go straight to the kill shot and the quickening - excellent low-budget electricity fx, for the win!
• oh, the guest stars and their inability to act. vanity, anyone?
• mid-way through season one, and I remember this episode. or parts of it. this may well have been where I came into the series...

Why This Weekend Rocked

it's been a really long time since I've been able to say I had an amazing weekend, start to finish. not that my weekends suck or anything - but I usually work saturday mornings, and don't do much else. there's nothing wrong with that, but for the first time in a really long time i could answer the question "how was your weekend?" with "it was amazing!" (ironically, it was the first time in a really long time that no one actually asked me that question on a monday. go figure.) reasons for extreme fantasticalness are as follows:

• i did not have to work at huntington on saturday morning, which meant no alarm to wake me up. blissful.
• watched some highlander and napped the rest of the day.
• met up with eric at the florida music festival that night. got in for free, too - without any effort on my part. sometimes it pays to be a cute girl.
• ping-ponged the ends of wall street, listened to some good music - and some not-so-good, but such is life - and laughed a lot.
• i was coming off the worst anxiety attack i'd had in years, and wasn't sure how i'd handle the crowd and chaos. turns out that, in general, when eric's around, i'm good. i am so invested in talking and laughing with him in the moment that i don't really notice anything else, so it doesn't bother me. being with him just makes my soul happy.
• sunday i met jen, chris, sandy, and the kidlings for fun at the magic kingdom.
• i love being aunt karen. it is awesome to be loved like that. gray was so excited to see me he bounced up and down and he literally shook with excitement. granted, he also reacts that way to seeing mickey mouse and riding a train, but whatever - i'll take it.
• i miss jen a lot - she really is my "fake sister". luckily her real sister and i get along great too... i have so much fun with both of them.
• chris's cousin and her family joined us half-way through the day - they were excellent people and fun to hang out with.
• left the kingdom around 10, completely exhausted but centered and happy.

My Brain Is Full Again...

after a particularly bad anxiety episode - and I have not had one like that in a very long time - I sometimes find that I drastically want to change my life. I'm not sure if that's just a by-product of all the chemicals in my brain finding their equilibrium, or if I somehow attain some moment of clarity during that mess and I feel I should act on it. and while this seems like a good thing, it often has me wanting to make decisions that I probably shouldn't. just like communism and nuclear energy and a whole host of things that look good on paper, these ideas sound good, but ultimately are not things that will work well with who I am as a person. because right now I'm having two major impulses: one is to get out of Orlando (again) and be somewhere else where I'll be happier (where, I don't know), and to get rid of all my stuff and physically simplify my life as much as possible. on the surface, these seem like plausible, even good, ideas. especially the "stuff" part. I have a lot of crap. an entire 2 bedroom house of stuff, actually. and it's totally time to do some clearing out... but I have a tendency to go overboard when I actually do it. I either try to throw out everything and realize a week or a month later that I shouldn't have, or I get so bogged down that I can't bring myself to get rid of anything at all. and yes, it would totally be cheaper and easier to move into a one bedroom apartment. but I like having adult furniture and having a spare room so guests (and my parents) can stay with me and not have camp put on the couch. and moving is a very questionable option... where would I go? what would I do? I tried that a few years ago and nothing went as planned, and in the end I still owe my parents a bunch of money. I get along with people fairly well but I don't make close friends easily. I already knew Jen and her husband when I moved to Virginia, and it's a good thing since in the nearly 2 years I lived there, they were really the only people I did anything with. I counted my supervisor Joy as a friend, but that pretty much covered it. if I moved somewhere I didn't know anyone, I would be completely isolated. and with me there's a very very fine line between needing an appropriate amount of time to myself and feeling lonely and abandoned. it's stupid, but it's the way I am. and further more, I actually have a job I LIKE getting up in the morning to do, with people - well, most of them - that I enjoy thoroughly. why would I leave that? suffice it to say, I have issues. thanks for letting me ramble on about them pointlessly...

Just So You Know Where I'm Coming From

anxiety disorder is a fickle (and intensely annoying) thing. unlike a lot of people who suffer from it, I don't have specific triggers. it can be anything or - most often - nothing at all; my body just decides to freak the hell out. I do what I can to prevent these this... I keep caffeine out of my diet (or at least to the bare minimum), I try to avoid getting overly stressed, I keep an emergency prescription of Xanax around just in case, etc. most of the time this is enough. when my anxiety level gets too high or I have an attack, usually chilling out and taking half a pill will bring me back to normal. unfortunately not so much this time. my anxiety had been riding a little high for the last couple weeks, but it was nothing I couldn't deal with. I was out of meds, and waiting for a prescription refill from the doctor. (side note: when a doctor denies a refill - for any reason, even if it's routine - either the pharmacy or the doctor really should inform you of this so you know what's going on. just saying.) wednesday night I went into full blown attack mode. fun. put a call in to my doctor's office and left a message to see if I could get in the next day and tried to calm down. music, lights out, breathing exercises, meditation, stretching - nothing helped. finally I dosed myself with more than the recommended dose of Advil pm and tried to make myself unconscious. morning, which came very early, was no better. I still couldn't get myself under control. and at this point it was starting to annoy me as well as concern me. even my worst attacks don't usually last more than 6 hours. and I was still in full panic mode - breathing shallowly, sharp chest pains, super high blood pressure, shaking, keening, the works. called in to work, because there was simply no way I could do detailed painting work like that. unfortunately, I had my drama kids to teach that afternoon, and it was their last class and performance - I had to go. I did my best to control myself, though I think I came off a little mean while we were rehearsing (it doesn't help that they're super spastic all the time anyway). by the time that was over, I was entering hour 20 of a full blown attack and something had to be done. my doctor's office couldn't work me in, and I learned that centracare cannot write scripts for things like Xanax. so I was forced to go to the ER. which is stupid. it's stupid that I have to spend that kind of money for a panic attack, it's stupid to take a spot in line away from someone who might actually be dying (not just feel like it), and well, you get the idea. but it was bad. and I did try to leave after the triage nurse told me it could take 4 hours to
be seen. 4 hours sitting still? to be seen for just anxiety? in a place with actual sick people? my poor spazzed out mind would have had a hundred things to grab on to and freak out about. however, when I tried to take my name off the list and leave, the guy who just came on duty convinced me to wait a few more minutes while he got me worked into the "fast track" area of the ER. I'm pretty sure the crazy eyes and uncontrollable tears made him want to prevent me from getting in a car and driving. in any case, a doctor saw me reletively quickly, gave me a few pills and sent me on my way. I'm much better, but suffering from what I consider an anxiety hangover. and all
that ^ was background for the next entry, so that when I say random things, you know where I'm coming from... sort of. or at least how I got to this mental point.