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Something went Clang! in my head today and then I started flirting.
This does not happen very often. I am not often attracted to somebody in the immediate sense, and never in a way that leaves me feeling particularly confident. For the large part, my idea of flirting is to talk about World War Two. My reaction to being flirted with is even worse. It ( Read more... ) -
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Working at the front desk.
Random Patron: What are you dressed as, a librarian?
Me: Confused, mostly because I've forgotten it's Halloween. I- Well, You- I- What are YOU dressed as, a COMMUNIST?
Random Patron:.... ?
Me: Due November 27th.
Random Patron: Walks away.
Me: Does the two fingers pointing to my eyes then one at him move.
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I adore my 10:30 Russian Literature Class
Today we were discussing Pushkin. Someone asked a question about the poem included at the begining of Queen of Spades, and whether or not he'd put it there originally, or if it was just featured with this particular translation. The professor mentioned that authors sometimes included poems, or epitaths or ( Read more... ) -
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Nothing like putting together a birthday list to make yourself feel better. :D
Had something like a... day-long anxiety attack today. From the time I left my house to the time I left work. I mean, shaking hands, crying every fifteen minutes or so- a book fell over when I was working upstairs and the resulting attempt to jump out of my own skin left ( Read more... ) -
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The Tiffany Aching books are the only ones I can think of that have me laughing, crying, and crawling with shivers at the same time.
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My inability to avoid imprinting like a duckling DOES NOT SERVE ME WELL in the FMA universe.
STOP.
KILLING.
EVERYBODY.
GOD.
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So last night I went out drinking with some friends.
I dressed up for it. I wore clothes that I was reasonably sure showed off my basic shape and better attributes, and I looked damn good, I think. I walked a quarter of a mile through the rain to a bar that I'd been to before, a good one with a very talented bartender and good atmosphere and ( Read more... ) -
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I have done nothing today except eat a copious amount of brunch, and write.
Good times.
Here are some words. Don't judge.
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Oh, what's that? You want to hang out, is that it? Well I'm sorry, that's just too damn bad because LOIS MC-FUCKING BUJOLD IS IN TOWN AND I AM GETTING THE SHIT SIGNED OUT OF MY COPY OF PALADIN OF SOULS.
Hopefully I do not embarass myself. More to follow.
EDIT: omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg
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This. Keeps. Happening to me.
I am trying to write. As usual. And I am picking away and picking away at the same goddamn scene for half an hour because of something oddly simple. Ambience.
What I want is simple. I want my heroine to come out of a haze of really nasty, confusing emotions, and to be confronted by something stark and surprising and just ( Read more... )