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I have an hour and a half left before I go to have an early dinner before choir, and having spent all of my free time today working solidly and hunting down textbooks with names like Embodied Progress: a cultural account of assisted conception and Adult Information Processing: Limits on Loss, I'm just going to sit here and read fic and wait for people to pop out of the virtual woodwork and amuse me. This icon is PERFECT.
For some reason I'm currently listening to my playlist of suicidally depressing songs - you know, the ones that will utterly destroy you if you're in the right mood. Luckily, my mood is fairly bulletproof just now, so they're just pretty songs.
What I Learned At School Today: if you took all the DNA in your body and stretched it out end-to-end, it would reach to the moon and back 188,000 times.
Shut up, I'm still impressed by things like that.
For some reason I'm currently listening to my playlist of suicidally depressing songs - you know, the ones that will utterly destroy you if you're in the right mood. Luckily, my mood is fairly bulletproof just now, so they're just pretty songs.
What I Learned At School Today: if you took all the DNA in your body and stretched it out end-to-end, it would reach to the moon and back 188,000 times.
Shut up, I'm still impressed by things like that.
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Why never again?
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Never again because, because I don't know. I suppose it's situational. I very rarely get to put words in the mouths of people like Grantaire. In a situation like that one.
(Dead, dead, dead! whyyy did you ever point that out to me? now I am paranoid. :O)
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Oh, shut up, you pointed out that thing about perfect structure and it's TRUE and now I CRY AT NIGHT because I can't destructuralise anything. And when I try, I just get more complex structure.
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You should help me put together a seemly, limited original portfolio such as is suitable for presenting at my interview tomorrow. Emphasis on "seemly," i.e. no gay devil stories.
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Um.
The angelthing you wrote for Nny. My birthday present, because you totally can't tell it's meant to be Bon Voyage unless you know but it's still very good. Write some poetry that's LONGER THAN A WHATSITCALLED. Maybe dig up some writing you did about your Africa trip and tweak it a bit, because it had some good raw things and less of the prettily put together. I FORGET WHAT YOU HAVE WRITTEN.
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Original fic here (http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=schiarire&keyword=FIC:+Original&filter=all).
I do have one longer poem, but it is a love poem and sappy. :X You can see it if you want, I guess. Email.
He will be seeing the Africa thing because he requested a copy of my application. Therefore he will also get to see, like, blah blah serve my nation! and also blah blah Venice is pretty.
I don't know. He asked for my app, an academic resume, and any other extracurricular type stuff that I could show him, so I'm bringing some writing and maybe some art.
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I have always loved Alice Green but I think you need to go through and give it a punctuationectomy.
What's this interview for?
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HAHAHA it's totally true! Alice Green is waaay with the punctuation indulgence. I wince now.
I told you in an email! think Amory. :O
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HOMG AMORY. YOU MUST. YOU MUST BE IMPRESSIVE! I MEAN, YOU ARE IMPRESSIVE, BUT!
*combs your hair and fusses with your tie*
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I wish I were a guy. Then it would be okay.
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*scruffles*
*retidies*
BEST OF LUCK, DARLING. I am to dinner.
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*prepares to project whatever the appropriate feminine equivalent of attractive young white moneyed male is . . . and goes to bed*