I use you, O patient flist, to mentally draft my application essay. Which I am still trying to narrow down -- I think I want it to be a sort of manifesto for my planned career (and therefore my educational goals), both as a writer and as a librarian. I have all of these really amazing things that I want to do as a librarian, things that being a ( Read more... )

So: SATs. Mostly good, I think: again, I had the weird sensation of half enjoying them, although it wasn't as fun this time because I spent half the test trying to calm myself down and let go of the fact that I did not finish my twenty-five minute essay. (This is partly my fault -- I am nothing if not long-winded -- and partly the teacher's fault, ( Read more... )

(Note to flist: Am doing Yuletide this year! I know I know I am completely mad, but I am really excited. Yay small fandoms!) Felicitious Yuletide! I hope you are as excited as I am; and also, for your own sanity, at least slightly less terrified. (I jest. There was flailing and running-around-in-circles when I received my assignment. ...Annnnnd ( Read more... )

you guys, YOU GUYS. I cannot believe I haven't watched The Lord of the Rings in years (YEARS! REALLY TRULY YEARS!) because it is beautiful beyond all reckoning. Also I apologise to everyone who follows me on Twitter for how I tweeted ten straight hours of movie and near the end of Return of the King my capslock button got stuck.

Look. Once upon a ( Read more... )

Reading sarahtales' fantastic essay Ladies Please (Carry On Being Awesome) and writing the Novel at nearly the same time has birthed a lot of swarming thinky thoughts. For one thing, yesyesyesyesyes, and a large side helping of "huh?" because, you know, I read these fictional girls who apparently have friends only so they can complain about them and compete ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about this for several days, especially since I've been digging through colleges again and trying to understand how I can fit the things I want so badly to study into one interconnected whole. So, here it is:

I want to major in Story.

Watching this beautiful, beautiful video from Ukraine's Got Talent clinched it for me -- because ( Read more... )

My parents and I nearly watched Pan's Labyrinth tonight (nearly, because our cantankerous eight-year-old DVD player hated it even more than it usually hates things, although Yvaine is completely fine with it; we plan on nicking the one from church because every other DVD we try to play skips like mad, even straight out of the case), and the ( Read more... )

They say it's the coldest winter in seven years. No kidding, says I, but, stupidly intrepid as ever, I drape myself over with scarves and wraps and set out to brave the cold. Sometimes a bite of fresh chocolate is worth the trouble. (Sometimes it's just one of those days.) It's very cold, very very very cold, pardon me while I cease to be capable ( Read more... )