The Readings and Writings of an Addict - Dark Chocolate
Presently on my desktop - two teacups; one filled with freshly brewed jasmine, the other empty of it's orange pekoe; a jar of nutella with a spoon sticking out of it; a box of arrowroot biscuits; and a half eaten slab of dark chocolate.
Yesterday, on recommendation by bunney, I read the The Nietzsche Classes by beringae (on fanfiction). i am not one for angst, simply because I like being in control of my moods, and when I read or hear something sad, I can't seem to be happy. Anyways, I stupidly did not read the genre for this particular story, and ended up deeply involved in a highly intelligent, informative, and well-written fic, which also. Sad? Yes. Angsty? Yes. But also quite good.
But, at least for me, the effects of reading an angsty fic are similar to those of being drinking (or so I've heard). There is the buzz, the haze, the nausea, and the hangover. Or, the first excitement, the impatient reading, the heart-clenching sadness, and the morning-after moodiness. My morning-after effects were also magnified by my finding my memo-book, which screamed at me in highlighted sentences all the things that I had been putting off, and how I was incredibly screwed. But, of course, me being me, I decided that instead of actually attempting to do any of those things, ignoring the world for a day was a much better option. So I spent my day in a sad, guilty blur, punctuated by moments of panic when I would remember the oh-so long list.
While distracting myself, however, I managed to spot a great sale at Chapters, and bought Northanger Abbey, Crime and Punishment (mentioned in the fic), the Odessey, and some selected writings of Socrates (or rather, Plato) all for $25. For this, I am excited, since I've got good reading material for the next few weeks, and I won't have to visit the dratted library. How I love sales.
Anyways, after a slight respite from the moodiness in watching Peter Pan, I'm back to feeling like I do when the monthly visitor comes by. Dammit, I want fluff.
Quotes:
"I do believe in fairies, I do! I do!" - Peter Pan
"Merlin, Granger. Have mercy, will you? Every time you speak you undo me." And then he was kissing her, broken, silly little girl and all. - Draco in The Nietzsche Classes by Beringae
Yesterday, on recommendation by bunney, I read the The Nietzsche Classes by beringae (on fanfiction). i am not one for angst, simply because I like being in control of my moods, and when I read or hear something sad, I can't seem to be happy. Anyways, I stupidly did not read the genre for this particular story, and ended up deeply involved in a highly intelligent, informative, and well-written fic, which also. Sad? Yes. Angsty? Yes. But also quite good.
But, at least for me, the effects of reading an angsty fic are similar to those of being drinking (or so I've heard). There is the buzz, the haze, the nausea, and the hangover. Or, the first excitement, the impatient reading, the heart-clenching sadness, and the morning-after moodiness. My morning-after effects were also magnified by my finding my memo-book, which screamed at me in highlighted sentences all the things that I had been putting off, and how I was incredibly screwed. But, of course, me being me, I decided that instead of actually attempting to do any of those things, ignoring the world for a day was a much better option. So I spent my day in a sad, guilty blur, punctuated by moments of panic when I would remember the oh-so long list.
While distracting myself, however, I managed to spot a great sale at Chapters, and bought Northanger Abbey, Crime and Punishment (mentioned in the fic), the Odessey, and some selected writings of Socrates (or rather, Plato) all for $25. For this, I am excited, since I've got good reading material for the next few weeks, and I won't have to visit the dratted library. How I love sales.
Anyways, after a slight respite from the moodiness in watching Peter Pan, I'm back to feeling like I do when the monthly visitor comes by. Dammit, I want fluff.
Quotes:
"I do believe in fairies, I do! I do!" - Peter Pan
"Merlin, Granger. Have mercy, will you? Every time you speak you undo me." And then he was kissing her, broken, silly little girl and all. - Draco in The Nietzsche Classes by Beringae