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I am curled up in my warm bed, a warmer laptop on my belly, an even warmer kitten currently blocking any and all function of my left arm,  rain outside my window, and Bleach fanfiction in the process of being written. Moments like this with Appa make me very serene, and very desperate, all at the same time. She's so soft, and little, and loving. ( Read more... )

 In two words: Charles Harrison. He was an elderly gentleman and Oxford professor teaching at San Jacinto College, and the man who put an overconfident authoress in her place. I enrolled first in his English Composition I course, and quickly grew overwhelmed by Harrison's forceful, 'don't-toy-with-me' attitude. He took no excuse, gave no room for ( Read more... )