I just finished the last season of Angel, Joss Whedon's spinoff of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  While I didn't get as into Angel as much as I got into Buffy, I was sad that I no longer had any Joss Whedon works to devour.  My TV-related relaxation time was on the verge of dissolving into anarchy, lacking form, direction, or hope.

Two days ago, my little brother and I were driving down to Chicago to meet my mother, when I heard on NPR the words "horrible sing-along" and "Joss Whedon."  I got so excited my brother was afraid I was going to crash the van.  This would be unfortunate because we were nearing our destination after three and a half hours of following computer-generated directions that were at best unnecessarily and at worst sadistically complicated, taking us by the least sensible route it could conceive.  Anyway, it turns out Joss Whedon's created a new three-part musical called "Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog," which is only available on the Internet.  Its arrival could not have been more timely.  It's about a scientist who's trying to become a super-villain, and it stars Neil Patrick Harris, whom I totally saw on Broadway in a revival of Assassins.  Nathan Fillion is in it, and it turns out he has a pretty respectable singing voice!  It's really, really good, and I think you all should watch it.           

So currently taking an EMT class and putting off various paperwork tasks I must accomplish. Eek. However, I have a tan/sunburn because I went to the doggy beach today with a German Shepherd puppy. He's so cute, and I have decided that if I had time, I would go German Shepherd instead of Rottweiler. However, seeing as I will be in med school soon, somehow it feels like I will not have the time for a German Shepherd, since they are high maintainence (though super-cool). FYI, I am still covered in sand from this trip, since I have not yet showered. So you know.

An advantage of this summer: I now know how to save lives. I'm literally like a super-hero, though not like Superman, since you have to be born that awesome. I'm still waiting for the radioactive spider, however. Until then, I will settle for administering oxygen and resetting bones and strapping people to backboards. *Le sigh.*

Starting my accounting class this Saturday, which is less heroic but still pretty damn cool when you get down to it. I mean, taxes should be a cinch next year. Right? Right?!?!

In my EMT class there is actually a girl who is my year, in Wellesley, who was on the swim team back in high school! (The grammar in that sentence made my teeth clench in angst, possibly because I am parsing sentences or something, but I care not. Gwahahahaha!) It was rather bizarre to walk in and see her. It's funny, because the first day it was weird and I didn't really enjoy conversation with her, mostly because she was acting pretty shallow and I was probably being pretty bitchy. I left the class saddened because we had actually been pretty good friends in high school. As time passed I realized that we had both just been shy, and though we had both changed, we had changed in ~the same direction. The wonders of a liberal arts education in America, I guess.

Finally, I have something to show y'all.




AHAHAHAHA! It was AWESOME! IT'S AWESOME! Despite the swelling and slight pain. Getting it was so zen and painful, but in a grounding way. You all should definitely get them. Though you should pay less than I did, because the tattoo was more painful for my bank account than for my back. ERG. My next one shall be a Superman symbol. I tingle in anticipation - but not in a creepy X-Filesy MOTW way.