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sooo i forged on saturday.

and i have a summer/rest of 2010 reading list that's 19 books long, plus the 2 i'm in the middle of right now.
- the complete Dresden Files,13 books. i'm almost halfway through the first one
- the complete Hitchhiker's Guide, 5 books. i'm partway into the third
- the complete Dexter series, 5 books. i mistakenly bought the second one instead of the first...

oh, and i'm sad and angry. the author of "Screeching Bitches" has decided to quit because of too much criticism or something. some of it was just wank, but i'm really unhappy that she just decided to give up on it. i think it was almost done too. fuckers...

gosh, today was a pretty good day. i finally got to keep 2 of the cylinders i threw this morning, even if they were too short. i made progress on my first origami scarf, got all the resist down, and stretched a second one. we got out of that class early because andrea had a meeting to get to about her show. and when i got home my leatherman and random shirt were in the mailbox. yayy! the random shirt is cute: it's an apple, a banana, and an orange on bikes and skateboards, and it says "unstill life". i like it.

420 is tomorrow. i'm almost certain i'm gonna be celebrating. it'll be my first time smoking it though. it suddenly occurred to me earlier today that 'lost' is on when the partying will be happening. i think i'm gonna pick 420 over lost, because there's no way i'm watching lost stoned, that will freak me the fuck out. as chelsea said, "i can barely get lost when i'm sober".

i walked away and lost my train of thought... i should probably detail more of the fun forging weekend, but i'm feeling lazy...

romano in a dress. idk...

i may have developed a dependancy...

for every due date in english this semester, i've gone out and got red bull to keep me up the night before so i can actually meet that due date. although, the last 2 times i've gotten a 4-pack and stayed up all night. this time i only got 2, and i already drank one last night, and i won't be staying up all night. i'm so incredibly glad i don't have to have the entire paper for tomorrow. i can just write as much as i can and then stop. and finish it later. like, the day before it's due. i really hope i don't actually do that though...

i've gotten part way through the intro so far. go funnels! it's gone from "From almost the moment we are born until we die, our brains are constantly changing and developing" to "Once the process becomes second-nature, the brain can be free to concentrate on what is being said, rather than how to transfer thought to paper." still haven't gotten to my thesis yet... all in good time, i suppose. since this needs to be 13+ pages, i can take my sweet time getting there.

i'm actually rather happy with how the point-sentence outline turned out. real sentences and everything!

in other news, tomorrow i need to do some wheel practice to make up for almost a week of nothing, and figure out a better reason behind doing silk paintings of maritime signal flags besides "hey, this is cool!"

also, instead of going home this weekend for carver celebration, i'm letting heather take my ticket and going to paw-paw's to learn to weld instead. i'm still kinda mixed about it, but i feel kinda bad because i haven't seen him in probably close to 2 years. and i really do want to learn to weld.

oh, also! i planned out my course load for the next 2 years. i have a feeling i'll be stuck with 17 credits again in the fall, but only 14 by spring 2012. which hopefully will be awesome. i need to pick an english class and a random elective for the fall though. registration is next week.

saturday was fun. went to belle isle - finally! - with emily and 2 of her roommates. fun times mostly... a kid slipped into the river and went down some of the rapids before a couple guys fished him out. emily helped pull him out. it was pretty scary.

and then when we went to the intercultural festival, she embellished the story with more daring exploits, including delivering a baby, fighting off a polar bear, shooting a nazi, and riding unicorns. i wish my life was that exciting...

i don't think i've talked about a hetalia fic in a while. really there's nothing new... though i occasionally feel the need to rant about canada and french. so i will. because he doesn't speak french-french, he speaks french-canadian. which is completely different. so it always bothers me when some author has him speaking french-french, especially swear words. because it's really easy to find quebecois swear words. they're on wikipedia, for fuck's sake! and that's one of the reasons i so enjoy reading everything orangepencils writes. she lives in quebec and speaks quebecois and all her canadians speak quebecois, not metropolitan french. especially quebec. he only speaks quebecois. [well, not only, he just doesn't like english.] the only reason i remembered this today was because folie a plusiers has been updated recently [finally!] and canada speaks french-french. and suddenly i realized how much it bothered me, the use of french swears, rather than quebecois ones. but i'm worried the author would take it the wrong way if i suggested using quebecois, especially swears, rather than french. i wish i could find a for-real online translator... oh well...

unrelated: it's not even 8, and i'm almost finished that red bull. not cool.

rant-related. and because it's sexy.

break? what break?

first of all: i have a weird combination of "love game" by lady gaga, "living in the sky with diamonds" by cobra starship, and "the bird and the worm" by owl city stuck in my head. it's so strange... it goes something like, "hold me and love me - if you're the bird - we're living in the sky with diamonds." now imagine it with the melodies. weird.

also: fala got a twitter, and after some unsuccessful searches we found each other. i'm sort of getting into twitter now. i can't say 'again' cuz i was never very into it before... but yeah.

i've got work over break. money-work. like, more than i was expecting. i'm working everyday tuesday thru saturday. i was hoping to leave saturday so i had all of sunday to futz around and do the stupid resist, but i'll have to go back sunday.

tues: 12-8p
wed: 10-6p
thurs: 1:30-9:30p
fri: 2:30-9:30p
sat: 12-8p

this throws a wrench in my yasha plans, so we're gonna do something tomorrow after he gets out of class. no idea what, but i offered him gas money since i know he never has enough of it. i'm hoping to work on my english paper tomorrow, but we'll see how that goes.

daylight savings time started. the sucky version, where i lost an hour. and i didn't even sleep very well last night. so, i was still laughing loudly at 11:30 before i remembered everyone else was in bed and i should really be quiet because it's not 10:30 like my body is convinced it is. so now i'm still rather awake. it's altogether unfortunate.

i did something i'm terribly ashamed of today. like you wouldn't believe. i need to remember to delete my history...

ok, awesome-fill-of-the-moment time. it's called "the screeching bitches" and so far it's pretty awesome. in general, it's about the awkward forming of a band. i have to say in general because the request is rather detailed and awesome. part of the reason i love it so is because of french-canadian!matthew because that is win.

full prompt:
Alfred is in a band with Arthur and Francis. Recently they lost their drummer in the Incident and now they need a new one. Francis drags his ex-military cousin from Quebec, Mattieu in for a session and the poor guy is basically strong armed into joining.

At first Mattie seems quiet and polite but Alfred realizes that the Canadian is a master of the art of stealth snark. Alfred and Mattie settle into something of a love/hate kind of friendship, but eventually it stirs up into something a little hotter and a lot deeper.

Must haves:
1. Mattie has ptsd, is an autodidact, is writing (poetry, short stories, novels, everything really) as he lives/wastes his life away on Francis's couch.
2. Alfred is an astrophysics doctorate student.

the filler is slightly off in her part numbering, but that's just me being ridiculous... i'm half convinced bay is the writer, but i think that's because i want her to be writing something i'm reading. she mentioned working on a new fill, so i'm just hoping i managed to find it because she's awesome.

matt told the rents he smokes. which slightly surprises me - the telling-the-rents part, not the smoking part. i knew he smoked a while ago. so whenever he 'goes for a walk' it's more obvious he's going out to smoke.

mom made fudge. it's delicious. and it's just chocolate chips, condensed milk, vanilla, and a bit of salt.

i've recently been going back through all my posts here and editing my tags. like, deleting the random ones that only have one use. i may just go back the beginning and retag everything, but i feel like that's pointless and will be really weird for me, rereading everything i've done since august 2008. because i did some strange things, like that pic-a-day thing back in like october 08. yeah.

and my spelling is sucking right now. i should probably just brush my teeth [which i'm making a point of doing every night starting with break], taking that melatonin, and and winding down.

complete crack. i have to say, the game is tailor-made for england, and has quite the potential for addiction.

home again, home again, etc...

took the greyhound home yesterday for break. exciting, as usual. mom picked me up because dad was working and yasha was on his way to new york with heather for the tim burton exhibit. and everyone who knows him is incredibly jealous. i know i am...

anyway, everything has been going well so far. i brought up the unfortunate housing situation over dinner at red lobster, and when we got home i walled nicole. so i am confident we'll be living together next year, which should be fun. seriously, no sarcasm there. hopefully it'll all work out, seeing as we're both rather prone to add... we should probably start looking for places soon.

matt didn't get into college park, but he did get into cua and pitt. we're still waiting for umbc, and i forget what's up with vt.

dad's going to cali [i think] for the week for work. which sucks for family time, but means there's less people fighting over cars. at least i got to see him some before he left. he's taking a red eye back next sunday. i'm not sure what this means for transport back. i do want to come back saturday because i've gotta work on my silk painting. i need to have all the resisting done by class on monday.

i've got work to do over break, which is unfortunate. i have to work on my review of research paper for english and figure out how my actual paper is going down. i need to come up with ideas for quilt patterns, though that should be pretty easy. i have to do my math final, which i'm pretty sure is going to be some sort of narwhal tessellation. just because. and i may be working-working, though dan hasn't gotten back to me.

and i've got some half-baked [heh] plans for st patty's day with yasha. we're hanging out during the day, because he's got plans with heather for the evening/night. over im we proposed plans, which led to a really weird conversation involving cross-dressing [that's saved as a draft here so i can remember it forever], but i'm realizing i'm not sure exactly how the pre-plan is going to work out. he needs to acquire things. i hope he does. because yeah. [slightly related: i'm hoping 420 pans out for me as well...]

recently i broke down and downloaded a shit-ton of owl city. stupid fsts getting me interested in stuff i normally wouldn't be... like german industrial rock. and french rap - wait, that was jenny. anyway... yeah, i have owl city, which led to me breaking down and getting mgmt, because dammit, it's catchy. which reminded me to download matt & kim, even though they're not related to mgmt at all. oh, my musical escapades...

oh god, i almost started talking about this incredible fic i finished reading, but then i remembered exactly how incredibly inappropriate it is. because it really is. it makes me feel terrible and giddy at the same time, and i love it. grr. stupid guilty pleasures putting me on trains to hell...

uhh... i want to keep talking, but i have no idea what else to say...

well, i just finished blood-winged amazing story, "at the end of all things." and i'm terribly sad that it's over. wahhhh, i don't want it to be over! also, i want her to write more prucan, but that's really beside the point... i'm so sad, i'm rereading the whole thing. or i'm just really bored and craving me some prucan...

idek... pixiv is cool.