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My submission to [community profile] ladiesbigbang was accepted, which means my face is now stuck somewhere between :D and D: - on the one hand, I have been marked as acceptable by an objective outside source! Not that they're screening for quality (and lucky break for me there), but still. Standards were set, and I met them! :D On the other hand, I now have to actually put the fic somewhere where other people will see it. Not that they're necessarily going to, if the summary is boring enough, but the possibility will exist. DDDDDDDDDDDD: I suspect I'm going to be doing a lot of test posts before the 12th - I know what I've found useful in the past as far as navigating a multi-chapter fic goes, but I've never tried to actually code it before. Maybe if I just stick it on the AO3? So many choices!

Anyway. Back to TV.

Rizzoli & Isles. Spoilers, but still no especially deep thoughts. )

Covert Affairs; a few spoilers, but not big ones, since I didn't see the most recent ep. )

Burn Notice. Spoilers, I guess, but it's been a while. )

The Closer, I am still watching, but I have no thoughts, because ... I don't remember what it was, but there was something going on - oh, it might have been B messaging me, now that I think about it - that prevented me from paying full attention. :P So I'm going to need to rewatch this week's over the weekend.

The LJ/FB/Twitter thing kind of makes me lol at the same time I shake my head. I barely use Facebook, and I only have an account at LJ for crossposting and because maybe I might want to sign up for a challenge there, but I pretty definitely would not want those two things linked together. I could handle some of my RL friends finding me in fandom, particularly the ones who already know I'm into it but just don't know where to look for me; but not all of them, and I also would like to keep fandom way far away from my workplace. D: But I am moved to lol by the reaction - particularly the poll about it - and by how clear it is that LJ wasn't expecting people to mind. Oh, LJ.
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It's been a few weeks, which is about half on purpose - I procrastinated so dreadfully on my [community profile] ladiesbigbang fic that I ended up feeling massively guilty every time I opened a dreamwidth window, so I resolved to cut back on distracting online activities. Which ended up meaning, of course, that I posted nothing for nearly three weeks, and just spent the last three days churning out nearly nine thousand words of fic.

The upshot: I got to the point that I had previously identified as my likely stopping point way back when I realized there was just no way I was going to get through the whole first book by today, and I managed to edit in a couple important changes that needed to be there. So, about ten minutes ago, I turned in my fic. ... **chews nails off** I really hope it's all right that it's the start of a WIP, not an expansion of an existing WIP; but, hey, even if it's not, it's not like I can't still post it eventually. And the challenge was a really great way to get my brain moving - it's not like getting out a qualifying fic is the only purpose behind a fan-creation challenge.

Work is picking up a touch, which is great; I know how to do a little more stuff now, and I suspect that mild experimentation and a little googling has given me a more in-depth knowledge of HTML and CSS than my supervisor. Which, I know barely anything, so, pretty sad, really - but if I ever do anything with it, my supervisor's going to think I'm a genius. :D I also wrote up some text for her the other day, which was the first project she gave me that involved me actually creating text, not just taking other people's text and shining it up; and today she told me she was very pleased with it. \o/

So. Things I have been holding off on posting about:

Wildlife; very boring to everybody but me, prolly. )

Inception, now that everyone else in the world has said everything anyway. )

Warehouse 13 and Eureka; spoilery, but not super in-depth. )

And now I really need to go to sleep, because I have work tomorrow. D: If I remember tomorrow, though, I also want to talk about Burn Notice, Covert Affairs, and Rizzoli & Isles.
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Had a terrible morning but a very good day yesterday, which was an interesting combination. I was asked to stiltwalk for a candidate for state governor in the Pride Parade in Burlington, so I broke out the stilts and replaced the rubber on the bottoms - which took a fair bit of work; it's tough to cut the right shape out of bike tires, and prying the nails out to put new ones in took ages. I started late enough that I had to finish putting duct tape over them in the car. Which may have been a contributing factor to the motion sickness that hit immediately after. :P Also, I think I'm cursed when it comes to taking 89 north of home. When I go south, from Burlington to home, I meet interesting people; when I go north, I faint and/or hurl.

Honestly, I was hoping this would be a faint; my faints and near-faints tend to be preceded by intense nausea that has inevitably and wonderfully vanished by the time I come to, so it's easy to confuse a fainting day with a hurling day. But I wasn't so lucky, and about halfway there, my mother pulled over so that I could give the shoulder of the interstate the stomach acid it had been missing. After, though, I felt much, much better, and by the time we were actually in Burlington, I was totally up for the Pride Parade.

Which was pretty sweet. I love bright colors and people enjoying themselves, and both of those were definitely in supply. :D However, it was also disgustingly hot, which made it not the best day to stiltwalk up Church Street; lucky there's a Ben & Jerry's on Church Street, too, or I might well have gotten to faint, too.

It all worked out in the end, is the point, and everybody was awesome - it was Burlington, so there were throngs of people cheering for us, and, like, two grumpy out-of-staters who had apparently come to stand around and cluck their tongues. And I think I managed to give somebody who was complaining about the flamboyance of the Pride Parade something to think about, without being too rude. \o/

Fannishly, I had to miss the second ep of Covert Affairs so that I could wake up on Wednesday morning in time to get to Manchester; after I finish this post, I shall have to hunt it down and give it a watch. As for Rizzoli & Isles: some spoilers. ) I can't, like, rec it unconditionally or anything, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to keep sticking with it.

Also, I don't know whether it's exhaustion or stress or what, but I reread some chunks of my [community profile] ladiesbigbang fic today, and ... I kind of like it. It's not a spectacular work of genius or anything, but I am used to wincing my way through rereads of my own work, and there was not a huge amount of wincing this time. Of course, that could be partly because I've been torturing myself off and on with badfic from the A:TLA wiki's fanon side - I haven't gone through every fic there, but most of the ones I've looked at? Could use some heavy betaing. D:
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I swore to myself that I wouldn't post until I'd done the second [community profile] ladiesbigbang check-in, and I swore to myself that I wouldn't do that until I had broken 30k on the fic. Which I did! Sadly for me, it is ... still not quite half-done. D: Why, brain? Why is it always epics? I also can't wait to edit it, because ... well. It's not as bad as it could be, but it could still use some work.

Anyway. I absolutely LOATHE HEAT, so this hasn't been the best week ever, but I've still managed to get some weeding done by going at about 7:00 in the morning. And then spending the rest of the day lying on the couch trying not to move too much. Before it got too bad, I got another bowl of those magnificent blackberries - well, okay, black raspberries. Whatever. Point is, they're out again this year, and they are just as gigantic and gorgeous as last year. I also had to give up a little blood to pick them, same as last year, and again, I got that funny sense of appropriateness about it. If you want fabulous black raspberries, then you've got to be willing to get pricked.

The Fourth was pretty good. Too hot for my taste, of course, but we got to go over to a friend's family's house for dinner, and show them Stranger Than Fiction, which they had not seen before and absolutely loved. I was a little worried about it; I love that movie, but it can take pretty hefty suspension of disbelief for some people to get past the premise and just enjoy it. But it all worked out! \o/

I wish I had something intelligent to say about Vividcon, but I've never been and I have only just begun to scratch the surface of the wonderful world of vids. Some blithering about my personal opinion below. )

In lighter, more squeeful news, I am getting seriously overwhelmed by shows. I need a Time-Turner, I cannot watch HawthoRNe and Covert Affairs at the same time. :P (Please, Covert Affairs, be good. You don't have to be great, I am not a demanding viewer. Just be decent!) I keep forgetting to post about Burn Notice, but it should suffice to say: ♥♥♥♥♥! I am still happy, and looking forward to wherever they're going with this whole badass-hot-assassin-lady thing. I also managed to catch the end of last season/beginning of this season set of Warehouse 13 episodes last night, and all I can say is: I LOVE CLAUDIA. AND EVERYONE ELSE. Including maybe a bit of a spoiler. )

... I still can't believe I have a job. D:
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I just ran over one of the scariest bugs I have ever seen in my life while mowing. It was like a fly, except a fly the size of a Junebug. This is cruel of me to say, but I am really glad it was dead, because, eep. EEP. D:

Anyway. The A:TLA movie continues to get bad reviews, which is joymaking, although I wish some of them focused more on the, you know, giant racism thing (or at least didn't dismiss it). I am also given to understand, via jedifreac's review, that there is also a good helping of genderfail, and possibly that Suki got cut from the movie entirely? I mean, not that I needed any more reasons to avoid this movie, but if I had, well. That would make for a pretty friggin' big one. (I'll admit that a tiny part of me is drawn to it in a very oh-god-a-car-crash-I-can't-look-away sense. Just how many things did they screw up, anyway?)

I will say that it makes working on my LBB fic all the sweeter. :D
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Well, first things first: I CAN HAS JOB. (That is, verbatim, how I relayed the news to my sister.) A few days of waiting around, flopping back and forth between "... it could happen?" and "Oh, forget it, you're going to be weeding for the rest of your life," and then suddenly there was a phone call. Well, more accurately, there was a phone call to my house while I was not there, and then to the cell that I had left on the table when I went away from the house, which meant that in the end, I had to call the guy back to get the news.

Clearly the job was my reward for buckling down and dialing without pausing to throw up first. :D

So now I may very well spend at least the next few years getting paid to do things I'm pretty sure I already love to do. I start on July 12th. \o/! There's still a part of me that's staring down at my phone and thinking, "... what just happened."

In more fannish news, I can't help but be pleased as punch that the A:TLA movie is getting bad reviews. I mean, I'm pretty sure most of them are because there was some pretty severe Adaptation Decay, but it's still sort of cruelly satisfying. I love A:TLA a truly unreasonable amount, despite how much the dialogue sometimes hurts me, and having a movie that was so ... I don't even know what - disrespectful? in a racist way? - do well would be horribly ragemaking. Please keep being bad, reviews.

Also on an A:TLA note, I finally saw the finale! I will have to do some rewatching - I skipped a few filler episodes (like Ember Island Players, for example) because, quite frankly, I am a terrible and impatient person and I really really wanted to see the end. I don't have many deep thoughts, and it's been a while since the thing aired, but, idk, just in case: spoiler cut! ) Point is, I liked it, despite the continued anviltastic qualities of the dialogue, and I am still incredibly overinvested in it. Good thing I have my [community profile] ladiesbigbang fic to keep me occupied. My sister and I mapped troop movements the other day, it was very exciting. :D

And, of course, I read tfv's post on Twilight fans. Okay, yes, I have problems with Twilight, some bigger than others, but I'm not exactly in a great position to tell people it's not okay to love problematic source. Despite their various issues, I am still enormously in love with Harry Dresden; with Buffy; with Firefly; with ST:TNG. Fandom means a pretty ridonkulous amount to me, and when it comes down to it, I can't begrudge anybody the opportunity to fall in love with a source. (Although I still think offering RPattz your bleeding neck is probably a bad idea.)
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This is going to be a really random amalgamation of stuff that's happened over the last week. My life refuses to pick a theme.

My father's birthday was last weekend - the same day as Father's Day, which is probably a bit of a bummer for him, but is very handy for me, since I only have to remember one date. :D We got him the entirety of The West Wing, which I think made him pretty happy. He annoys me a lot - a lot, at times - but I do love him, and as fathers go, he really is pretty excellent.

I also set a personal record for closeness to a deer. I was out weeding, and kept hearing a crunching of leaves, and thinking, "What is that? A dog? A cat? The wind?" Finally I turned around to actually check, and for a moment, went to WHOA MASSIVE CAT before I figured it out. I was around the corner of the house from where the deer was standing, so I crept out to see it better, and, of course, nearly set off its predator detector. I can now brag that I managed to hold still enough for long enough to make a white-tailed deer change its mind about panicking, which is no mean feat. (Seriously, it took at least ten minutes holding absolutely still.) Partly, I was just lucky; the wind was going in exactly the right direction, it couldn't smell me at all.

And today, something very thrilling happened: I got a call back after a job application. I sent my resume and everything a while ago, and got one e-mail back thanking me for sending it in, and then a second e-mail back a few days later saying they were "moving forward with other candidates" - all very nice, very polite. I sent a reply back to the second one saying that I hoped they found somebody who was a good fit, and figured that would be the end of it. And then suddenly I got a call this morning from somebody at their office, asking me to come in for a meeting, because they had, oh, refined their criteria, or somesuch thing, and I was now a candidate of interest again.

Which I guess is pretty awesome, because this job sounds like basically my ideal - getting paid to edit and post to the web; what more could I ask for? - but also means that I get to start panicking about failing all over again. It was almost better when they weren't interested enough to ask for a face-to-face interview; that meant I could tell myself they'd found somebody else quickly enough that they just hadn't looked closely at me. But if they actually look at me in-depth, and still don't want me? Cue breakdown. D: I have a meeting with them at 10:00 tomorrow morning, and the odds are against me eating breakfast beforehand; just having to make an unexpected phone call can make me hurl, never mind an interview.

But! That is tomorrow. Today, I just have to concentrate on mowing the lawn, in between bouts of rain, and pounding out more [community profile] ladiesbigbang fic. (25k down, about a jillion more to go.)

ETA: Another session of mowing, and I nearly ran over what I think I must call Littlest One; Little One was a small toad, but I don't think it was that small. Amusingly, as I mowed, I was thinking about Little One, and then I paused, and bam! Littlest One hopped out of the grass and started fleeing toward the garden. Oh, toads.
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My movement toward less laziness went pretty well on Friday, but then it got kind of derailed over the weekend - partly because the wood-stacking on Friday left me with a ridiculously sore back, and partly because one of my mother's college friends came up to visit, and so most of Sunday got sucked up with meals out and tours and such. (Not that I mind; the meals out were nomtastic.)

I've mostly finished the outline/notes overhaul that was dragging my [community profile] ladiesbigbang fic down, which is absolutely fantastic; I hate hate HATE getting stalled out on something I'm really invested in. And, bonus, I think it'll be easier to write this way - it's gotten trimmed down a bunch, which means that while it will still likely be really long, it will not be really long and full of stuff that didn't really need to be there. \o/ I wouldn't have wanted to wait 'til the editing process to do a trim this big, so I'm glad it's getting sorted out.

My family watched The Blind Side, and ... I didn't really know what to think. ) I don't know enough to put forward any kind of really thoughtful, painstaking critique; just enough to have some idea why it made me uncomfortable in places. :P

Anyway, it's probably about time I went to go weed so that I don't have to feel guilty when I don't want to get anything done this afternoon. :D
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I ... am so lazy I hate myself a little bit. :P I need to artificially embusy myself - make a schedule or something - because I'm caught in this weird place where I have just enough I ought to be doing that I want to avoid it, and yet so little to be doing that I feel like a COMPLETE FAILFACE for not just buckling down and getting it done. RRRGH.

But now that I've admitted it to myself, I can fix it. I can't believe I'm going to a DCOM for part of my life philosophy, but, self: skate better.

The [community profile] ladiesbigbang fic has - well, the visible output in the actual fic file has stalled temporarily, because I am re-wrangling some plot things that I thought I had already wrangled. Part of the result is an increase in the AUitude of the fic, which I think is probably a good thing but also makes my notes file a touch more complicated. Still, if it will make the fic better, then I had better do it.

Also, BURN NOTICE. ♥♥♥♥♥! ) Conclusion: SO MUCH ♥.

I also caught a little In Plain Sight; I have seen, like, four episodes, but I LOVE that show. Mary is awesome, and I could listen to her banter with Marshall, like, ALL DAY. ALSO ♥. I need to start watching that more consistently. Oh, and speaking of awesome ladies, I have to remember to make a note of when HawthoRNe is airing - and, what is it, Rizzoli & Isles?

And I suppose this might be a good time for me to natter about Iron Man 2, which I only just saw this week. Squeeful thoughts with a hint of meta. ) Anyway, overall, lots of fun; I am cautiously hoping that all of the Avengers movies may actually be reasonably good. **crosses fingers** And I love Pepper and Natasha forever.

And now I probably ought to get moving. Today's a good day for my self-improvement project to kick off, because I actually have a fair amount to do: weeding this morning, picking my dad up from the bus, and stacking wood for a couple of family friends in the afternoon. \o?
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Last final this afternoon - Cognition and Language, which was actually kind of nice, because I'm doing pretty well in that class.

It's weird to be essentially done, even if it doesn't really count for almost two more weeks. I can't say that I really loved college, although I can think of ways in which it was probably really good for me - although I do think that the vast majority of any improvement I've made as a person since freshman year was ... mostly because of fandom, not school. I cried like a hungry, angry baby when I picked up my cap and gown for high school graduation, and not in the good way - in the way where I was pretty much wrecked over everything I was leaving behind. But now? ... Not so much. I mean, I feel sort of nostalgically fond of this place, and I bet I always will. But that's not really the same thing. :P

And I guess this isn't a bad time to round up some WinCon unfunny posts for myself. Given the topic of discussion, there is potentially triggery stuff on the other ends of ... probably most of these links: Unfunnybusiness post; seperis; seperis follow-up; musesfool; tzikeh; sparky77; seperis a third time; mistresscurvy; tabaqui. I don't think that's everything I've read about it, but I got to everything I've read about it through some combination of these posts, so. I'm severely not on board with victim-blaming, but everything I could say about that has been said, and, once again, far more articulately. So all I've got left is to say that I really, really wish people would remember more often to throttle their first defensive reaction to any accusation of wrongdoing, and stop to take a careful look at the actions that led to the accusation, instead.

... Now that I've said that, of course, I'm guaranteed to forget it myself at some future date and end up looking like a complete ass, but. There it is.

Anyway, now that I can cross exams and my own personal linkspam off my list, back to the important stuff: my [community profile] ladiesbigbang fic.
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That Diana Gabaldon thing that's exploded all over the place (and made F_W, of course) distracted me like whoa from studying for my Bio final this morning. Fortunately, everything I felt like saying when I first read the OP has already been said, and probably far more articulately than I would have said it.

Somewhat amusingly, I ended up in a half-fight half-discussion with M about the relative merits of original fiction vs. fanfic yesterday, too - probably not the best day for it, considering that I started out already jacked up and full of fandom pride. (For the record, I think of them as pretty much even; each one can do things the other one can't, and they are valuable in equal measure precisely because of those differences. Talking about fanfic as a stepping stone to original fic won't drive me into a frothing rage, but I don't much care for it.) I guess I shouldn't be surprised, though; M doesn't really engage with fandom on a meta level, she's still in a dragons-and-self-inserts kind of place. Which is fine, obviously, but it also makes it kind of hard for me to really have heavy discussions with her about the worth of fanfic. :P It doesn't help that her grasp of feminism is kind of shaky, that she never caught any of Racefail, and that she's not a terribly sex-positive kind of person. Sometimes I have trouble remembering that my IRL friends have not necessarily ever thought about those things.

Fortunately, the Bio final was somewhat less than taxing - it took me about twenty-five minutes to answer forty multiple choice questions and write a short answer about the immune system. And now I'm freeeeeeee. \o/ And will almost undoubtedly spend the rest of the day writing [community profile] ladiesbigbang fic in my notebook.
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OMGGGGGGG I just signed up officially for [community profile] ladiesbigbang. **flails** Seriously, my heart rate just went up about thirty beats per minute. I don't even know why I'm so nervous, I have months, I'm sure it'll be fine.

... DDDDDDDDD: /o\

... omgomgomgomgomgomgomg ...
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Finals feel like they are iiiiiiiiinching closer, as slowly as possible. :P I'm going to be so fried by the time they actually get here, just from the stress of anticipation.

Also, half as a reminder to myself: I'm going to try to remember not to crosspost to LJ, as a kind of symbolic gesture towards the [community profile] three_weeks_for_dw event - this is not going to be three weeks of riveting! creative! content, or even three weeks of lame banal content that anyone is going to care about. But DW is my primary home, I crosspost from it to LJ instead of the other way around, and ... idk, even a little bit counts?

It snowed like mad today - today, in late April, which even in Vermont is not a common thing to have to say, though I don't think it's the absolute summeriest snow I've ever seen. Oh, weather.

Also today: the final CCC exam. And man, is it a relief to have that over with - not because I was stressing about the exam itself so much as because the CCC exams have a take-home pre-exam essay portion that is absolutely awful. Not challenging; relentlessly tedious. It was relentlessly tedious to write it for the midterm, and it was relentlessly tedious this time, too. :P Seriously, it was like pulling teeth, except even pulling teeth has some interesting, if sharply painful, moments. I know I should be grateful that it was take-home, and that it was easy and tedious, not difficult and tedious, but yikes.

After that, though, it was all smooth sailing and my progressively-less-tentative [community profile] ladiesbigbang story, which is seriously filling up my fic notebook. I ... might actually sign up. D: I'm frightened of doing that because it means a visible contract to actually put my writing where other people besides my sister can read it, which is deeply terrifying to me; but I'm already only a thousand words away from the minimum, so it's not like I have to worry about having nothing by the deadline, even if what I have is 15k of crap. **hands** idk, I still have, like, two days to think about it.

Oh - and I also broke my record for consecutive hours of consciousness. \o? B had to print out her thesis: three copies, one for each of her defense committee members, and the whole thing with cover and bibliography and all was close to eighty pages. A lot, but not bad, except that she doesn't have a printer. So we used mine, which is a creaky old all-in-one ink printer - I am very fond of it, but it's not going to be setting speed records any time soon. Plus, I had to edit B's thesis before she could print it. I mean, because she asked me to, but secretly, I was just dying to - I've edited B's papers before, and she is just WRETCHED at sentence structure. Like, really abysmal. So that took a while, and then printing out about two hundred and forty pages with my printer was at least a couple hours more. So, in the end, we were up until about 4:00 AM printing.

4:00 AM being past the point where my brain says, "Fuck it," and stops asking me to go to sleep, even getting into bed and lying down and closing my eyes wasn't enough to knock me out. I wobbled and giggled my way through class the next day - apparently sleep deprivation makes me happy - and went to bed early, for a grand total of about thirty-eight hours awake. Good times.

I've also been amusing myself by going back through the [journalfen.net profile] the_hms_stfu archives and enjoying the lolariousness - not that I don't love the stuff that's posted in the comm now, but it's fun to go back to the old days sometimes. Plus, I happened upon a Ron!hate essay that I have been greatly enjoying tearing apart in spare moments.

And now, back to the fic. To sign up, or not to sign up ...
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I just woke up from a very interesting dream, of which I actually remember some contiguous parts. ) It was kind of cool in a creepy way - it would have bugged me more if all this had not happened with me under the distinct impression that, should the dream continue, I would be fixing this situation. Also, for at least part of it, dream!me was a dude, which has actually happened several times.

I had a little trouble going to sleep last night because of an extremely long bout of asymmetrical tinnitus. It's the first time that I can remember my ears ever ringing for that long, and I'll admit it makes me a little nervous, after all that stuff in Intro Audiology about how asymmetry usually means a referral, because it could be a sign of something wrong neurologically. However, it's only happened the once, so. If it starts happening on a regular basis, then I might see about getting it checked out.

Which reminds me: yes, Hearing Rehab is still on notice. Hard. I actually wrote "fuck you" in my notebook two or three times while taking notes, because it was seriously driving me out of my tree. ) If I expect anyone in the world to remember to make that distinction clear and obvious, it's somebody in CMSI who ought to know this shit. And she just ... never did; not once, through the whole class. >.<

Anyway. I also wrote over a thousand more words of maybe![community profile] ladiesbigbang A:TLA fic during class, which I know is awful and wrong and awful and I did it anyway. /o\ I have essentially finished the first chunk, and it is clocking in at over six thousand words. There are supposed to be around twenty such chunks total, which means that if this keeps up, I am staring 120k words of fic in the face. D: And it's not even the first time; I keep cleverly chaining myself to these massive canon-rewrite "what if" AUs, it's like my catnip. The first fic of the HP AU series is nearly 90k words, and those are probably only going to get longer as they go on (this is assuming I ever even make it through them before I die, natch).

why, brain?!? whyyyyyyyy.

Still, I can't complain too much. At least I have a plan, which is a relief; it's not like I'm diving into 120k words not knowing where it's going. That would be scarier.
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I don't know whether I'm imagining these things, or it's getting close enough to the end of the school year that I'm just sick of everything, or what, but watching these cochlear implant videos in Hearing Rehab is starting to seriously make me angry.

Cut for moderate amounts of rage. )

There was also a girl near the front of the room who asked a question about something being different for the deaf/Deaf versus "normal people"; I'm hoping she just wasn't thinking about her wording, but I still wanted to smack her.

Anyway. The biology exam took less than half an hour, and a lot of that was just because I'm not especially quick when I write by hand, so the question at the end that was meant to be answered in a paragraph or two took me a bit. I almost feel guilty, in a weird way; I spent the last however-many classes listening to music and paying not even a tiny bit of attention, and kind of half-assed my way through studying yesterday, and I still left kind of early.

CCC was kind of interesting, just because I always get curious when people start talking about Mean Girls-type relational aggression. That kind of thing has pretty much never happened to me, and either I'm ridiculously oblivious, or there wasn't much of it going around my high school; so it always draws me in a little to hear people talking about it IRL, because the only place I've really seen it is in movies and TV shows.

Mostly, though, the big milestone for today was that - despite my aforementioned slowness at hand-writing things - I somehow got over a thousand words of what may become my [community profile] ladiesbigbang fic down in my notebook. /o\ This would never have happened in high school, man.
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Man, what a weekend.

Friday afternoon was lovely. The day was so beautiful that I took a walk down to the waterfront, which was spiced up somewhat by a small dog - hir owner complimented me on my skirt, which was very kind, and I guess the dog must've liked it, too, because zie tried to take a bite out of it. Fortunately, there was no damage to the skirt, so it all ended well (although the dog was sadly thwarted, I suppose). Then I sat on the rocks for nearly two hours, listening to music and enjoying the breeze and the view. Amusingly, when I was on my way back up, I ran into a woman who had been inside the salon right next to where the Dog Incident occurred, and she stopped me to tell me it had made her laugh - in a very friendly way, not, like, a mean way.

Unfortunately, Friday evening was somewhat less shiny. ) :P

Saturday, likewise, was shaping up to be a lovely day, as AT came by and we ended up going on another walk to the waterfront and talking for a while, and then walking back up, getting lunch and ice cream, and eating both while we watched more Burn Notice. (I've gotten her halfway through the second season, so far. \o/) And then I came back to the room, only for Bailey to turn to me, teary-eyed, and tell me that her mother had called to let her know that her cat had died.

Clearly, me taking walks to the waterfront is just a bad idea.

It looks like today's going to turn out all right, though. Easter mass this morning, and it was definitely more cheerful than Palm Sunday, which was nice; as a bonus, I actually knew one of the songs we were singing, which has never happened to me before. We sang much more than I was expecting, including some parts that are usually spoken, and I was also taken somewhat by surprise by the part where the priest came around and flicked water on everybody. :D Oh, Catholicism. Just when I think I've got the whole routine almost figured out, you throw me a curveball.

I'm still waffling over whether or not to sign up for [community profile] ladiesbigbang - I'm leaning toward not, because that way I won't have to feel disappointed in myself if I don't finish the fic, but if I do get it done on time, I can still turn it in. Plus I don't need to make anybody produce a complement - I have my sister for that, we've already started trading chunks of story for art. :D I kind of can't believe how quickly Avatar: TLA has taken me over. I mean, I'm still chugging away at the HP AU, albeit a little more slowly because there's some background work I have to wrangle; but the Dead Moms are now edging toward forty things, and I've already got over 2,000 words of the fic I'm considering doing for [community profile] ladiesbigbang. The concerns I have about being able to complete it for the 'bang are in terms of story completeness - somehow I don't think writing 15,000 words is going to be much of a strain. /o\ And yet I can't say, in the end, that I really feel all that faily for wallowing so gratuitously in awesome ladies.

... A little guilty, maybe, for the (ridiculous) amount of effort I'm willing to invest in it versus the (miniscule) amount I find myself caring about, say, Biology; granted. :D


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