one day our generation is gonna rule the population so we keep on waiting on the world to change
So, a magic city on the edge of forever where there are actual Weasleys, I spoke to Ginny Weasley and I wasn't under the influence of some mind-altering substance, and I can't believe I just said that time doesn't pass back home, my ex is from the future, and the twin banes of my existence are the only other familiar faces.
...But, on the other hand, I don't have to wait until November to find out about the elections. Balance being forced to share space with the two horsemen of the Upper East Side against that, and somehow things are slightly less bleak than I thought. I'm going to just... real life spoiler cut this, because I saw the flamewar over the last finale of Project Runway, and that's not even relatively important. To anyone but my sister, maybe. The fashion blogs, bored housewives with cable... Okay, so maybe it does matter to a few people. But, still... spoilers for the my world's latest US presidential election.
Maybe all those posters Vanessa made me paint were worth something, after all. The first black president. It's... it's a milestone, historically, and it also means I might stand a chance of admitting I'm an American on any hypothetical overseas trips, and won't have to fall back on awkwardly sprinkling in 'aboot' and 'eh' to keep from having to defend a political regime I didn't vote for.
Add to the fact I'm hopefully going to be attending college under the care of a president who can actually say the word nuclear, and the world is suddenly less bleak and filled with government enforced wolf hunts than I had feared.
...Now I just need the actual electoral count.
So! I've read these guide things cover to cover, metaphorically speaking as they don't actually have covers. And I'm still a little confused on the whole... curses thing, but I'm assuming that it's either mass hysteria or I just have been uncharacteristically lucky this week and haven't been hit.
...Is anyone looking for a roommate? No offense, Serena, but when Blair gets back I'd rather not face the inevitable and insane accusations that I... fondled her shoes or infected the apartment with non-bourgeoisie Brooklyn cooties, which she probably demand fumigation to get rid of. I don't smoke, I don't drink to the point of insensibility, and I'm relatively neat. And given a few tries, I could probably recreate Rufus Humphrey's world famous caprese salad with mozzarella di bufala.
Or barring that, I can pick up the phone and order pizza.
[ Private ]
I borrowed a towel. Also, some soap. Shampoo, conditioner. And your washer and dryer. And some food.
...You kind of disappeared last night. This is weird, isn't it? It's not just me. This is weird.
[ /Private ]
[ooc: Strikes unhackable, yadda.]
...But, on the other hand, I don't have to wait until November to find out about the elections. Balance being forced to share space with the two horsemen of the Upper East Side against that, and somehow things are slightly less bleak than I thought. I'm going to just... real life spoiler cut this, because I saw the flamewar over the last finale of Project Runway, and that's not even relatively important. To anyone but my sister, maybe. The fashion blogs, bored housewives with cable... Okay, so maybe it does matter to a few people. But, still... spoilers for the my world's latest US presidential election.
Maybe all those posters Vanessa made me paint were worth something, after all. The first black president. It's... it's a milestone, historically, and it also means I might stand a chance of admitting I'm an American on any hypothetical overseas trips, and won't have to fall back on awkwardly sprinkling in 'aboot' and 'eh' to keep from having to defend a political regime I didn't vote for.
Add to the fact I'm hopefully going to be attending college under the care of a president who can actually say the word nuclear, and the world is suddenly less bleak and filled with government enforced wolf hunts than I had feared.
...Now I just need the actual electoral count.
So! I've read these guide things cover to cover, metaphorically speaking as they don't actually have covers. And I'm still a little confused on the whole... curses thing, but I'm assuming that it's either mass hysteria or I just have been uncharacteristically lucky this week and haven't been hit.
...Is anyone looking for a roommate? No offense, Serena, but when Blair gets back I'd rather not face the inevitable and insane accusations that I... fondled her shoes or infected the apartment with non-bourgeoisie Brooklyn cooties, which she probably demand fumigation to get rid of. I don't smoke, I don't drink to the point of insensibility, and I'm relatively neat. And given a few tries, I could probably recreate Rufus Humphrey's world famous caprese salad with mozzarella di bufala.
Or barring that, I can pick up the phone and order pizza.
[ Private ]
I borrowed a towel. Also, some soap. Shampoo, conditioner. And your washer and dryer. And some food.
...You kind of disappeared last night. This is weird, isn't it? It's not just me. This is weird.
[ /Private ]
[ooc: Strikes unhackable, yadda.]