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So I guess I learned this evening that, being asocial and possibly a roommate-repellant, I stand a good chance of dying cold and alone, with only Paula and Mely (my dear psych students) staunchly maintaining that the rest of the world 'just doesn't get me.' Poor excuse, as it's me who has to live with the rest of the world, rather than the other way around.
I'm beginning to wonder if the reason I'm shipping Kaname-Sousuke so hard (and oh boy am I ever! and it certainly couldn't have anything to do with finishing all of Full Metal Panic and Fumoffu in a week, of course not) is because I think I am Sousuke - only considerably less competent in my own field of expertise, if I even have one. I've been saying for a while now that I should become gay, since the only people who ever seem to find me hot are lesbians; well, maybe only a girl would be patient enough to put up with my shit, also. I've never been one to suffer fools gladly; I shudder to think what I would do if I ever met myself.
*sigh* Ignore me. I'm sure I'll be less cranky in the morning. Also I think I've been reading The Shining too much, which is just about guaranteed to mess with your head. Mine is particularly messed; I've caught myself thinking
(in italicized parentheses)
like Stephen King recently.
I'm beginning to wonder if the reason I'm shipping Kaname-Sousuke so hard (and oh boy am I ever! and it certainly couldn't have anything to do with finishing all of Full Metal Panic and Fumoffu in a week, of course not) is because I think I am Sousuke - only considerably less competent in my own field of expertise, if I even have one. I've been saying for a while now that I should become gay, since the only people who ever seem to find me hot are lesbians; well, maybe only a girl would be patient enough to put up with my shit, also. I've never been one to suffer fools gladly; I shudder to think what I would do if I ever met myself.
*sigh* Ignore me. I'm sure I'll be less cranky in the morning. Also I think I've been reading The Shining too much, which is just about guaranteed to mess with your head. Mine is particularly messed; I've caught myself thinking
(in italicized parentheses)
like Stephen King recently.