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You know I'm really seriously back when I post twice in one day.
Am not feeling compelled to continue the fic, even though I have it all worked out and I luuuurve where it goes (I better, I wrote it). Also it appears my not-asking-guys-out-ever-and-so-being-consigned-to-the-ones-that-are-hopelessly-in-love-with-me-but-which-I-might-not-like-at-all shtick seems to extend to friending. Granted I love my flist more than any dude I've dated, but its dimensions are kind of constrained by my cowardice. I therefore don't get the thunderous responses to things I'd like, then I spend all of the next ten minutes feeling extraordinarily victimized. I feel teh dumb and needy. I need to get over it/myself/everything.
- I am not an icon maker. And I should not try.
- When there is no more BSG, I will be a desolute fan. Suggestions?
- I don't even really think I want to get into the House fandom... I like enjoying it for the sheer intellectual awesomeness of it and not going all rabid!shippy on Hugh Lawrie's ass (mainly because I'd be all trying to 'ship House/Cameron and get all distracted and start shipping House/Me, but also because he is too perfect for anyone all, even a kindred spirit such as myself, who understands the torturous burden of SLICING wit (I am allowed to say this as I am the least funny person in a family of professional punsters and cynics) and a sexy limp (though mine is temporary).
- I think we all don't spend enough time thinking of the poor Tibetans drowning in guerrilla warfare and forced into lives as refugees. I never remember until someone brings it up or mentions the Dalai Lama. Which is bad.
- It's funny that just as all these TV writers are going on strike, I realize that what I really want to do (once I'm done with this whole getting-an-education thing) is write for TV.
- Also funny: I sat down and realized how many people I lie to 'to avoid hurting their feelings'. For example, when people misspell my name, I mostly don't correct them. I bite my lip and smile, then sign as "Kate" and not "Katy" (because they think I spell it "Katie", when it's really with a 'y') whenever I have to write something in front of them. That's a hell of a lot to keep track of.
- I am addicted to Postsecret. It helps me remember that EVERY family is a dysfunctional family. Yours and mine, the neighbors'. It's a unifying concept, you know, that none of us can keep it together.
- I wish I had more time for TV. Bah, humbug, boarding school with no TV.
- Now that my sister is home from the northernly monastery where she has made her home this past more-than-a-year, I find myself resenting boarding school. I really only went to avoid feeling like I was the one being "left behind" when she went to DBZ. If she'd stayed, I would've stayed. And now that she's back, I don't want to be there so much anymore. I realize it's only a matter of a month until she leaves again, but right now I feel like I'm wasting time I could be spending recreating the good old days of tea parties and adventures and a sort of understanding you just don't get from anyone else.
- I want to run away and see the world and make friends with the roads and the fences and the trees and the air and the everything in general. I miss this summer's cross-country bike trip more than I could ever have imagined. Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Arkansas, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Arizona, and sweet, sweet California, where we could all smell our victory over the rigors of the voyage-- I miss you all, sweet states of my southern crossing.
- Also I really like biscuits. Dear Sister Emily made them for dinner and it was wow.
That was longer than I meant it to be, but it was serious cleansing. Woosh.
<3 yay flisties.
Am not feeling compelled to continue the fic, even though I have it all worked out and I luuuurve where it goes (I better, I wrote it). Also it appears my not-asking-guys-out-ever-and-so-being-consigned-to-the-ones-that-are-hopelessly-in-love-with-me-but-which-I-might-not-like-at-all shtick seems to extend to friending. Granted I love my flist more than any dude I've dated, but its dimensions are kind of constrained by my cowardice. I therefore don't get the thunderous responses to things I'd like, then I spend all of the next ten minutes feeling extraordinarily victimized. I feel teh dumb and needy. I need to get over it/myself/everything.
- I am not an icon maker. And I should not try.
- When there is no more BSG, I will be a desolute fan. Suggestions?
- I don't even really think I want to get into the House fandom... I like enjoying it for the sheer intellectual awesomeness of it and not going all rabid!shippy on Hugh Lawrie's ass (mainly because I'd be all trying to 'ship House/Cameron and get all distracted and start shipping House/Me, but also because he is too perfect for anyone all, even a kindred spirit such as myself, who understands the torturous burden of SLICING wit (I am allowed to say this as I am the least funny person in a family of professional punsters and cynics) and a sexy limp (though mine is temporary).
- I think we all don't spend enough time thinking of the poor Tibetans drowning in guerrilla warfare and forced into lives as refugees. I never remember until someone brings it up or mentions the Dalai Lama. Which is bad.
- It's funny that just as all these TV writers are going on strike, I realize that what I really want to do (once I'm done with this whole getting-an-education thing) is write for TV.
- Also funny: I sat down and realized how many people I lie to 'to avoid hurting their feelings'. For example, when people misspell my name, I mostly don't correct them. I bite my lip and smile, then sign as "Kate" and not "Katy" (because they think I spell it "Katie", when it's really with a 'y') whenever I have to write something in front of them. That's a hell of a lot to keep track of.
- I am addicted to Postsecret. It helps me remember that EVERY family is a dysfunctional family. Yours and mine, the neighbors'. It's a unifying concept, you know, that none of us can keep it together.
- I wish I had more time for TV. Bah, humbug, boarding school with no TV.
- Now that my sister is home from the northernly monastery where she has made her home this past more-than-a-year, I find myself resenting boarding school. I really only went to avoid feeling like I was the one being "left behind" when she went to DBZ. If she'd stayed, I would've stayed. And now that she's back, I don't want to be there so much anymore. I realize it's only a matter of a month until she leaves again, but right now I feel like I'm wasting time I could be spending recreating the good old days of tea parties and adventures and a sort of understanding you just don't get from anyone else.
- I want to run away and see the world and make friends with the roads and the fences and the trees and the air and the everything in general. I miss this summer's cross-country bike trip more than I could ever have imagined. Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Arkansas, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Arizona, and sweet, sweet California, where we could all smell our victory over the rigors of the voyage-- I miss you all, sweet states of my southern crossing.
- Also I really like biscuits. Dear Sister Emily made them for dinner and it was wow.
That was longer than I meant it to be, but it was serious cleansing. Woosh.
<3 yay flisties.