fahye: (science is painful)
Fahye ([personal profile] fahye) wrote2006-03-01 04:06 pm
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but you hold every card

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.
ext_21673: (satan is my autopilot)

[identity profile] fahye.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
...see, if only the institutions of the world would accept gay devil stories as proof of literary merit, I could just shove Gethsemane and Best Of Three down everyone's throats and dance away.

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.
ext_12491: (Silver crown)

[identity profile] schiarire.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
I think that we'd definitely both win Nobel Prizes. Hello, Stockholm!

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.
ext_21673: (wire in the blood)

[identity profile] fahye.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Dick and Jane is good but also, I think, too long.

I have always loved Alice Green but I think you need to go through and give it a punctuationectomy.

What's this interview for?
ext_12491: (Cigarette)

[identity profile] schiarire.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
Also, I'm so disinterested in Dick & Jane. I don't even know why.

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
ext_21673: (omgdude (penny arcade))

[identity profile] fahye.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry, Gmail is still being bitchy, but it has now deigned to let me in.

HOMG AMORY. YOU MUST. YOU MUST BE IMPRESSIVE! I MEAN, YOU ARE IMPRESSIVE, BUT!

*combs your hair and fusses with your tie*
ext_12491: (Wings)

[identity profile] schiarire.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
I would totally wear a tie if I didn't think the alum was a stuffy first-gen. businessman who would think I was like, a whorelet with delusions of respectability or something.

I wish I were a guy. Then it would be okay.
ext_21673: (friendship is thicker than blood)

[identity profile] fahye.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
Aw, whorelet Ji.

*scruffles*

*retidies*

BEST OF LUCK, DARLING. I am to dinner.
ext_12491: (Overhead)

[identity profile] schiarire.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
I will tell you about it tomorrow! eat nice things.

*prepares to project whatever the appropriate feminine equivalent of attractive young white moneyed male is . . . and goes to bed*