the ex-x-files

o magnum mysterium
et admirabile sacramentum
ut alienia viderent dominum natum...

yep, I finally got around to watching my tape of that X-Files finale (after rewatching The Sopranos in an attempt to determine Tony's degree of responsibility in Jackie Jr.'s death).

I have to say, I don't know what people are upset about (and it seems that a number of people are upset about the ending). It's something that's been patently obviously foreshadowed for at least a few years. The show has been a delicate romance for a long time, and if you didn't believe it, you apparently have a co-worker who almost kissed you in your hallway and then chased your semi-lifeless body to the South Pole. Or else you just weren't paying attention during the movie or most of the episodes that followed...

Can you tell I am a fence-rider with my feet clearly on the Shipper side? the only thing that keeps me from being a Shipper (rather than one of the smooch-and-baby-protesting-NoRoMos) is that I don't think Mulder is really good enough for Scully... he doesn't deserve her.

so I was happy. with the ending. it wasn't as good as mulder smooching Scully's head during the whole cancer incident, but it was a pretty good liplock nonetheless. the cockles of my heart blah blah blah.

**you'll have to forgive me for my bastardization of Tomas Luis de la Victoria's "O Magnum Mysterium". The word should really be "animalia". hee. It translates to something like "o great mystery and admirable sacrament, that animals should see our savior's birth." or aliens. whatever.

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I am eating vanilla yogurt right now, and not getting along with my mother, who took off.

Why? Well, we went to the grocery store, and I did almost all the work. Instead of bagging vegetables as we picked them up, she insisted on piling ALL the vegetables in the cart, then bagging them one by one. Meanwhile, as she plodded through the veggie section doing this to the vegetables (at least half of which I picked out), I went through the rest of the store and got everything else (turkey from the deli line, yogurt from the dairy section on the other side of the store, etc). I made at least three trips. Hello, I'm ill, here! I need to rest a lot! I need a cart to lean on when I'm in a store! No such luck.

So then we get to the checkout and I notice that my frozen vegetarian enchiladas are standing on end - which is Bad, because the filling starts falling out of the end. So I start to comment, and then she starts hissing and spitting that I'm "treating her like a mental patient" - before I can even finish a sentence. & I wasn't that upset, just vaguely annoyed about the whole enchilada bit - she turned it into a major argument. Then when we got home she made me carry in most of the groceries and locked me out of the house while I was doing it and tried to break my headband because I had the carkeys and threatened to let my (indoor) cat outside. All the while screaming at me about how I "never do anything around the house" and am always "lying down reading or sitting on the computer" - both of which are lies.

I can only do so much per day, I don't have the energy for multiple activities, and she's dragged me out the last four days (Friday was the last time I actually wanted to go out). She refuses to do anything alone, accompanies me places when I don't ask her to, then insists that I insisted. It's driving me crazy. I read and go online when my other option is staring into space. If I were actually reading the same things I read for classes and going to school, she'd be nagging me to do it; instead she resents that I spend the time. But it doesn't matter to me, it's all education. & I've only been on my diet for a week and a half, and not entirely faithfully... she's acting like I should be 100% healthy TODAY. & I'm just not & I can't help it. If I were, does she really think I'd be using my energy to be her lackey? I'd be using it to get the hell OUT.

Petty fucking domestic squabbles. I hate being sick. I can't wait til I feel better.

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mmm. my head hurts. yes, i definitely have a headache. and i ate too many cherries tonight, when i really shouldn't have been eating any at all.

my mother called me a little after i wrote my last post and apologized for taking her anger out on me. said that i am right (hah! i need a recording of that) & that she uses petty household stuff as a mask to blow up when she's really upset about other things that have nothing to do with them.

I watched TV again tonight; now Heaven Can Wait (the 40s version) is on and I'm watching it halfheartedly. Felicity irritated me & was pretty anticlimactic. I think I like movies better than TV. but there are so many bad ones, and I feel required to pay a lot of attention, when I'd rather be reading or knitting. Tonight I'm washing and drying all of my bedsheets and blankets and such, so I don't really have anywhere to sit and read.

my head hurts, did i mention that? I mean it.

and what's more...

I know a couple of people have added me to their friends lists recently, but right now i'm behind on all my friends' entries by a day or so, so i'm not even going to look at the new people until i'm caught up. so i'm not ignoring anyone, i'm aware you're there, i just haven't had the chance to pop by your journals and stuff yet. i'll try to get there soon. i'm really sorry, i just haven't been as present online in the past few days as i usually am. :(

in other news (because a lot can happen in fifteen minutes, narf-ZOINK!), i still have a headache and am becoming generally hot and achy. blah. nightgown time, resting time, etc. see you crazy kids tomorrow, i think.

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Aiiiiieeee! Too many posts this evening, I know, but everyone send out good wishes to Jet's son... poor little guy fell and cut his face open today & had to go to the emergency room & isn't feeling good.