Charlatan: "<is now free of the college semester and beginning his several-month-long hiatus from school> "
aargh! you're so lucky. I have like, one week to go, and a ton of stuff to hand in thanks to this place, being the source of all my procrastination...
aah! it's lunchtime already!!! what the eff!!!
Here is what you are not doing:
Sitting on the veranda sipping a rum concoction involving citrus fruits while the warm breezes bear the tang of the sea to you, with a full week of work you are proud of behind you. Your lady is fine, your baby girl is more cute than any other baby girl, and the moon is as bright and beautiful and as big as it ever gets.
This, however, is what I am doing. With wireless connectivity that rocks.
My life rocks.
You may now hate me.
Goal: Clear, Concise and WittyOooh, you lucky dog. Give 'em a peck from us lonely bored bachelors at TV Tropes fora.
I'm putting off going to bed. Also flossing. I've had way too many cavities, even though I swear I brush and floss and drink soda maybe twice a month.
My boyfriend is awesome. He's basically everything that makes the Magnificent Bastard cool, only without the, well, bastard part. He's charismatic, funny, a snazzy dresser, and a wonderfully Large Ham. He's also really nice and a good person, although he still insists that he's evil (which, I suppose makes him somewhat of a Noble Demon). Oh, and he's quite a good singer, too.
On a side note, the two of us recently had somewhat of a Crowning Moment Of Awesome (or at least I thought it was awesome)—we danced on one of the tables in the student union at my college. The part that was rather amazing was that, despite it being one of those one legged tables (and therefore maybe just a tiny bit wobbly), he dipped me and didn't drop me, and when we got done, half the student union clapped for us. It was really nifty.
Perhaps the kind of only bad thing in all this is that apparently all of the creative writing club at my school, as well as his friends, and his parents have given him the If You Ever Do Anything to Hurt Her... talk. Which makes me feel rather bad. He's a nice guy and he shouldn't have people threatening to harm him on my account.
edited Wed, 17 Dec 2008 14:29:22 by RuthieA
Yay, Ruthie! That dance number does sound awesome! There don't happen to be any recordings of it, I assume?
Also, why does he call himself evil? Does he, perhaps, have a secret weakness for... cuteness? Because if so, he possibly fits into the adjective I have made up to describe a certain breed of person: "efil >:3"
Yes, with the smiley.
I've known a bunch of girls who identify themselves as "evil" although they're really kind and pretty innocent, so I'm really curious about how that works (especially since I'm basing a character on the concept)!
In other news, my mind is stew and I need to sleep. Pufflemons.
Well Ruthie, hurting people may or may not be cool, but those people are willing to do it for you. They care.
Hey! Guess who's going back to college in January to get his Master's degree. Guess who found a nice apartment. Guess who's really excited but is dreading the actual act of putting all his worldly possessions into boxes, moving them, and taking them out of those boxes.
Meta, I believe the answer is Fawriel! But Meta Four probably counts, too.
Let's move together! I help you carry your stuff and you help me with mine! And we'll sing jolly dwarven songs while we're at it! It'll be OODLES of fun! And work. And FUN!
In other news, I impulsively bought a cute hat yesterday on the Christmas market. Then it turned out that apparently I'm allergic to the material it's made of. Could I maybe sew something around the brim so that it won't touch my forehead? Or would the occult allergy powers penetrate any thin layer of cotton? (It would have to be thin because even the largest size available was still a little tight for me. ^^; )
edited Fri, 19 Dec 2008 03:44:10 by Fawriel
On a related note: guess who's getting a second Bachelor's in a completely unrelated major instead of going to grad school!
Chaotic Neutral, folks. The evidence continues to accrue.
the dice are loaded, the deck is stacked, the game itself will hold you backOn a related note: guess who's getting a second Bachelor's in a completely unrelated major instead of going to grad school!
Okay, what's the second degree in? Is it more than tangentially related, or are we talking the classic Art History/Information Systems mix?
I'm a non-political entity.
<yoda>You...will be...</yoda> Though honestly, "cute" isn't political.
edited Fri, 19 Dec 2008 17:01:46 by Zephid
I wrote about a fish turning into the moon.Freakonomics deals mostly with various everyday situations, and how you can explain through economics and human psychology (mostly the psychology of poistive and negative incentives), like how people working higher up in coroprate hierarchy are more likely to take a bagel in the break room and not pay for it.
Well, well. So this is what it's like to be working hard for a whole day. Today we have finished the critical phase of moving. We rented a big van and carried aaaaaaall our stuff in there, and then up into the new apartment. I'm currently sitting in my old room, since our new apartment does not have internet yet and I really don't like sleeping on just a matress in a new room, and possibly with the door open. Due to some lacking in our management, I have no pajamas and am now sitting on my bed in a flanell shirt and torn underpants. Given how I couldn't even sleep without my limbs all covered up in clothes when it was steaming hot in my room in summer, this should prove interesting. Not to mention that I can't decide if the stench of the dust, my sweaty socks or the dog shit is worse. (Yeah, I'll explain the latter later.) It won't take long until this all loses its sense of wonder, but for now, I see it as an adventure.
It's funny, really. Last night, I got the bare minimum of sleep, thanks to going to sleep too late, waking up early, waking up a little later than early again (I have no recollection of hearing my alarm clock, but apparently I did turn it off...), and it took a while until I was allowed any breakfast since I had to immediately jump up and work when I attained a state somewhat resembling consciousness. I really didn't seem to have grasped the true magnitude of this endeavour. Long story short, you had to scrape me off the floor for the first couple of hours.
After some hours of work, I started waking up a little, but once I stopped moving to take a break for lunch, I pretty much broke down gradually. I managed to get about two minutes of viewing the forums in that time, too! Such magnificence. So yeah, I was at the end already and really almost gave up doing anything anymore when we rode the van to the new apartment for the first bunch of stuff... until I arrived. I have no idea when this started. But soon after we arrived, I got a second wind. Or a first for that matter. Or, potentially, a hurricane. Suddenly, I had an amazing mood, fooled around, ran across the stairs to get to my next task, took more stuff than anyone else, dashed up the stairs while carrying things... I was actually dancing a couple of times. I have NO idea what got into me. When I tried to explain it to my mother, Ijust said that it probably has to do with how I prefer reconstructions to deconstructions. Which was hilarious because she has no idea what I really meant with either of those. ^^
What really topped it off is that, when we returned to the old apartment for the rest of the stuff, it turns out that a dog has apparently shat into the staircase. A-yup. One of us then proceeded to ask everyone else in the house if they had a dog, but surprisingly, nobody seemed to! Even those who DO. Miraculous indeed!
So, one family of ugly punk lesbians shat into our way and the family of social support leechers with a hi-fi system that rocks the earth until way past midnight, who invited their extended family to really smear the stuff all over the place. And someone laughed at one of us for being ugly.
You know, somehow I don't really miss this place anymore.
So, yeah, enough of that for today. More on it perhaps tomorrow morning, when I might inform you of each and every aching muscle in my body!
In serious other news, though, I will be leaving to visit my family on the 23rd, and I'll return on, I think, the 4th. As last time, my access to the internet will be uncertain, so, yeah. Since it already is uncertain now, now's as good a time as any to inform you guys. I already miss you. =<
<cracks Faw's spine from hugging too hard>
I'm sort of still in the process of moving cross-continent. =^/ So I'm pretty sure I can imagine how you feel.
I find that frustrating as it is at times a move is indeed periodically necessary, for apparently the same reasons as you (the old place ain't what it used to be, although I didn't have punk lesbians pooping everywhere).
Take care or I'LL HUG YOU EVEN HARDER! <3
Good luxx0rs to Meta4, too! I'm currently taking a break from college while I decide what the Hell to do next with my life.
edited Sat, 20 Dec 2008 16:14:03 by Charlatan

Well, I'll be packing up my computer soon, so a premature good night!
Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?