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Wednesday, April 27th, 2005
10:12 pm - Bet you fifty dollars I'm a man, I'm a scholar and I'm turning into a bug
So - *whistles idly*

Think I can write five thousand words before morning? Also, why do I do this to myself?

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Monday, April 25th, 2005
11:08 pm
Just caught up with the flist, and I'm off to work on the edumucation. I'd rather babble away fannishly, online, but recognize that my time is very limited, and I have to write all of the words this week. Yup. All of 'em.

So reading? Reading can happen on Sunday, while I recover from Saturday.

It's fucking cold and rainy and miserable here. Weather, you are just not on.

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Sunday, April 24th, 2005
12:09 am
Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy. But.

Went out for dinner with Mum, to Ye Olde Pasta PLace of Much Deliciousness, and we had a bottle of Much Deliciousness, though I hate buying wine in a restaurant for the twice the price it is in the LCBO (Lick-Bo)but she's the real grown up so she paid arr har. Then more wine with mom and gin and tonics at home and oof. (Is it wrong that I drink glasses and glasses of wine with my mum? We are both adults.)

So it's miserable, wetrainy outside, calling for possible snow later this week (when we are THISCLOSE to spring omG), tomorrow I have to bake a birthday cake because it is someone's birthday only my friend is champeening the cake efforts and. Well. She can't cook, so it's cake-from-box and icing-from-plastic-tub and EW. Am making meringues for friend on Weight Watchers. Am habitually tied between dieting and - not, really.

I miss my bestbestfriend, and wish she'd just KNOW when to call me at midnight but she never knows so she never does.

Off to tackle the boy. Have new shirt which = hawtt, though I'm loath to admit it. Add to hate list: social obligations to look like girl. Conclusion: I am smarter than any pants ever made.

Dee-runk and on the inter-nets! Oh noes!

ETA: I am not nearly drunk enough to warrant this kind of writing. I just thought I'd try it on for size. ;)


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Friday, April 22nd, 2005
2:13 am
I think the people upstairs have discovered their sub-woofer.

ETA: I was wrong. I went exploring, and it's not the people above us, or two floors above us (though you can hear the thump-thump-thump up there, too). It's the people two floors below us, who have their bass at such a level that it's permeating the concrete walls of the entire building. They've carried out this secret, midnight (well, two a.m.) liason with their sub before; how is it that I'm the only one having a problem with this?

/cranky, for now

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12:44 am - *overwhelmed*
A quick note or three:

Too, too much to do. My professors are all the most wonderful people in the world, and I non-sexually crush on all of them, to equal degrees. Bless their sympathetic hearts.

Tiny flist, but still too much reading to catch up on. About a trajillion fic recs for things that make me go "whee," as well. Damn and blast.

I wrote my last 'proper,' in-class exam today. There's still several things to hand in, and instead of writing the take-home exam I need to submit before work tomorrow I opted to fall asleep reading CoS this afternoon.

After our science fiction exam this afternoon I had the chance to have coffee with friends and just sit about and talk, like normal students are supposed to do. There's so little opportunity for spontaneity in my life that I really value days like today. It also meant a lot that these people, who I like but don't know very well were willing to wait about for me for half an hour while I finished writing. (It turns out that not everyone shares my compulsion to write absolutely everything I know about everything on my exams. The essay was on-topic, but possibly a little too ambitious for something I had to write by hand, in two hours.)

All in all, a good day, though I'm not pleased that I'll be up half the night writing, and be tired and confused all day at work tomorrow. Oh well. All's fair, I guess.

This was mostly useless, but it seemed a good time to say something. Hope everyone is lovely.

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Sunday, April 17th, 2005
11:59 pm
This is astonishing - for the first time in years, I've wanted to write something that isn't poetry. This whole 'challenging the self to do new things' thing really isn't so bad, after all.

There's a sinking feeling in my stomach that is pure guilt - I've been having a hard time finishing a couple of essays for a Ren.Drama class. I almost had them done yesterday, but went to watch my partner's (much) younger brother while his parent's were out. Rather than emailing the essays to myself, I chose to save them to disk. You know, the disk I forgot to take with me.

Today's been a total write-off. Stupid warm Sunday, ruining my life.

The guily doesn't just come from feeling bad for procrastinating. I know that my instructor is a Ph.D. candidate, almost finished, and that she doesn't have time to be waiting on my things forever. I've been so much better about being punctual with everyone else, but this course has just fallen through the cracks, or something. (Isn't that usually used to describe people who, like, fail at society, or something?)

The biggest problem is that I need sleep and money to live. wtf, world? No really.

I've started writing something longer than a drabble, too. It's supposed to turn into something Hermione/Ginny, without too much angst but with plenty of longing. Right now it's more Hermione/Marseille; it's hard to write about someone like Hermione getting all French-Mediterraneanised without detaching her absolutely from canon Hermione, with her groundedness and her steel-trap head, or whatever. Also: incorporating spin the bottle without drastically changing tone: very messy business.

Maybe I should just write another drabble or five, and then pretend they were all about the same thing.

Oof. Tired. Night!

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Friday, April 15th, 2005
9:32 pm
I just remembered dreaming last night (yes, forbidden sleep). Something about a loft apartment, and a black metal/leather swing/exercise machine/whatsit, and a deer in the empty living room.

It's nothing short of disconcerting when the brain is just like "IMAGED! OMG!" and you have that moment of disorientation and 'am I still asleep, yo?'

Yeah. That's right.

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Thursday, April 14th, 2005
11:56 pm
Mmm. Cookies. (I'm a big fan of procrastibaking.)

So, Ben Jonson? Time to die, plis. Volpone and its subplot is ruining my life. (I'm going to be awake all night. Really, honestly, all night. Neat.)

::challenges Ben to a duel::
::wins because he is already so so dead::

Anyway, in the course of my procrastination I found a bunch of books that are just sitting around my apartment, sad and unread because I don't have time for them (yet).

- Eleanor Rigby, by Douglas Coupland
- The Ruby in the Smoke, by Philip Pullman
- Mirror, Mirror, by Gregory Maguire
- Quicksilver, by Neal Stephenson
- The Wild Wood, by Charles de Lint
- The Navigator of New York, by Wayne Johnston, which has been sitting around for a couple of years, now
- Atonement, by Ian McEwan, also collecting dust for years
- Apocrypha of Light, by Lorna Crozier (yes, years)
- Martin Sloane, by Michael Redhill (ditto)
- Testament, by Nino Ricci (the flipping hardcover)
- The Electrical Field, by Kerri Sakamoto (omg so old)
- Miss Wyoming, by Douglas Coupland
- Year's Best Science Fiction #21, ed. Gardner Dozois
- random other books, like that Sea Road book that was cheap everywhere, and a beat-up paperback that features two picaresque novels in translation, and books of interviews and criticism, and books about magic / paganism / etc.

I've never been so behind in my reading in my life. Conversely (school), I've never read so much in my life. I love having to read things that I wouldn't pick up at the store, you know?

This list is a bit heavy on the CanLit, isn't it? Probably that's because I've been reading more fun, genre-stuff on my own time.

Book recommendation, CanLit for people who don't like boring old 'literary' fiction: The Spanish Doctor, by Matt Cohen. It's swashbuckly and mystical, all at once! I bought this because Elizabeth and After was one of the most successful books I've ever read: it did exactly what it was trying to do. The SD is just a lot of fun, but still in Cohen's image-rich but not overburdened prose. Read it, please.

Time to stop talking to people who aren't here.

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12:40 am - Can't - stop - doing - the monkey
Another drabble. They are an excellent way to get away from writing papers, while still writing something. Sweet.

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Wednesday, April 13th, 2005
3:31 pm
So, hi everybody (nobody). I'm off to make some friends.

Since this is a mostly-almost-entirely fannish journal, I'll announce my intentions. (They are not too honourable, promise.)

I'm very busy, so I'm going to start writing just a little bit at a time. First goal: drabble-a-week, and if I do more, then that's even better, isn't it?

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