I Promise:

this is a promise I'm making to myself that I will put together a vid just for the Little Dude (a.k.a. wee!Bruce from Batman Begins). hopefully, being assured of this, I will now be able to go back and not keep smooshing inordinate amounts of Little Dude footage into the Bjorkvid, excepting where they are necessary and/or fitting. because there is a certain point at which it just begins to look silly.

right then.

...whoah...

I...

my mother just told me she pulled all-nighters in graduate school.
I mean, if you know my mother, which you don't, but ok, her big college story is "I got a C in PoliSci and almost had a breakdown." she's really... intense about college. not so much grade school, but college -- definitely. and it's one of those things that's been freaking me out. because the last thing I want is to go home for winter, and be all happy-enough with my grades, knowing the rough spots I worked through &c, and face her ... well, not quite disappointment, but that sort of acceptance-because-she-can't-do-anything-else (me, my mother, my schooling: the great Triangle of Fuckedupitude).

but tonight on the phone she asked me, "so how's your last final paper coming?" and I told her honestly, I only had the outline done, and she laughed (as in amiably) and comiserated about all-nighters (which, by the way, this is not, but that's not the point).

so yeah, I'm pretty floored. since when was my mother human?