i've been watching a lot of buffy the vampire slayer as of late. i have the DVDs, and since memorial day, i've ravenously consumed the first three seasons and half of the fourth. i know, it's weird, but i think the reason i like the show is because it's quirky and unique and darkly funny. the reason i find it so compelling is the subtext and metaphor. there was a scene in an episode towards the end of the second season where buffy's mom finds out buffy is the slayer, and she's all like, "can't you just not be the slayer?" and damn, i was nearly moved to tears.

of course, the sucky thing about ingesting so much buffy in so little time is how i constantly think about carrying some sort of weaponry when i'm out at night. oh well.

there's a lot that could be said in addition to admitting the buffy addiction, but for now, i think i'm going to keep most of these thoughts in private entries and internal monologues. here, i'll just be vague and say that life is wonderful, excruciating, hectic, mellow, exciting, elliptical, hilarious and depressing. sometimes all at once. OK, usually all at once. it's kind of exhausting. i actually miss the somnambulance. however, there's no turning back now.

i'll be 25 two weeks from today. where did the quarter-century go? half of the time, i feel like a pre-teen. of course, the other half, i feel about 40, so i guess it all averages out.