Lalala, I Should be Studying for my French Final Tomorrow~
Finals are this week, and May 6 I'll be free (but that's my dad's birthday so I probably won't be on until May 7)!
I haven't written much of anything lately, but I do have some half-written things in my backpack that need to be typed up, so it's about time for that. And Christmas drabbles, lol. (I'm wondering if it's too much to wait until July on those, just so I can write them at the same time Cartoon Network usually does their Christmas in July special.)
So, the other day boyf had to do annotations for an English class (like, short analysis thing on what he'd had to read--he was supposed to do these things throughout the year, but the last couple of weeks he started slacking off and got behind and had to do three in one day).
I forget the author--either someone writing to Herman Melville or maybe Melville was writing it? Anyway, it was this super sweet letter, I guess, I didn't read it, and boyf asked me to look over his annotation (he'd been doing this--he half-assed one reading and asked me to check and see if I could tell he'd half-assed the reading).
The whole thing was just short of slash. I mean, I guess this must have been nearly a love letter, as sweet as it was, and boyf was not afraid to say so.
So I asked him, "but you don't like slash. Isn't this kind of slash?"
And he's like, "It slashes itself!"
LIKE THERE IS ANY OTHER WAY TO SLASH.
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I haven't written much of anything lately, but I do have some half-written things in my backpack that need to be typed up, so it's about time for that. And Christmas drabbles, lol. (I'm wondering if it's too much to wait until July on those, just so I can write them at the same time Cartoon Network usually does their Christmas in July special.)
So, the other day boyf had to do annotations for an English class (like, short analysis thing on what he'd had to read--he was supposed to do these things throughout the year, but the last couple of weeks he started slacking off and got behind and had to do three in one day).
I forget the author--either someone writing to Herman Melville or maybe Melville was writing it? Anyway, it was this super sweet letter, I guess, I didn't read it, and boyf asked me to look over his annotation (he'd been doing this--he half-assed one reading and asked me to check and see if I could tell he'd half-assed the reading).
The whole thing was just short of slash. I mean, I guess this must have been nearly a love letter, as sweet as it was, and boyf was not afraid to say so.
So I asked him, "but you don't like slash. Isn't this kind of slash?"
And he's like, "It slashes itself!"
LIKE THERE IS ANY OTHER WAY TO SLASH.
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