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since you left (things have been changin')
LiveJournal, I have some strange, sad, and -- dare I say? -- shocking news to share with you all. After years of snobbish derision and many fervent declarations that I would look terrible and feel stupid... I have become someone who owns skinny jeans. TWO PAIRS of the things.
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stars_like_dust is singlehandedly responsible for this turn of events.
(They...fit? My hips do...not look like too much like the rings of Saturn? WHO KNEW.)
Speaking of clothing, this is my favourite Threadless shirt yet.
CHECK IT OUT IT HAS EYEBALLS. AND A BALLOON THING. AND FISH. I adore it, it's like a Wondermark strip threw up all over some fabric.
After sixteen weeks of placements I finally have a WEEK OFF, halle-fucking-luhjah, so I am going home tomorrow. Optimistically I am bringing a pdf version of my surgical textbook, and a book on interpreting ECGs. And of course all of my WIPs. You can consider yourselves in possession of carte blanche to capslock demandingly at me for the next week until I POST SOME SHIT. To get you going, here is a snippet from each of the three things I'll be trying to knock over:
1) The kettle starts to whistle Handel at them and Pru blinks at it in surprise, confirming Dom's hypothesis that she hadn't actually wanted tea when she turned it on. It's simply the thing she does when she first enters the kitchen, just as Tee glances at whichever cupboard currently hides his unhealthiest snacks, just as both of the twins fetch their food or drink immediately, waiting until it's secure in their hands before they initiate conversation. Automatic scripts, unnoticed. Dom wonders what his own are.
2) Hikaru was caught in traffic coming home from the shops and threatened to kill anyone who watched a second of the segment before he returned, so they've missed the beginning. Not that this won't be all over YouTube by the end of the evening, and Kyouya knows that the next week will involve obsessive rewatching and analysis on the part of the twins. The only thing they love more than staring at each other is staring at each other via some recorded medium; Haruhi and Kyouya both make occasional sweeps of the house for sex tapes, because Kyouya's PR people are fiendishly good but they can't be expected to weather a potential tsunami of that magnitude.
3) So now Merlin was standing on the doorstep of Camelot House, rocking back and forth on his feet and glaring at the door. In between flirting with half of titled London and helping Merlin fake a laceration, Morgana had gotten hold of Arthur's keys at the Christmas Eve party and imprinted them. Merlin had a full set, but Lancelot was probably right -- best to settle in for a while, gather some first impressions, intead of risking everything falling down around his head when they'd barely begun the caper.
The fact that his mind even landed on the word 'caper', Merlin considered sourly, was proof that his mother had completely ruined him for all normal society.
It should surprise absolutely none of you to learn that
stars_like_dust is singlehandedly responsible for this turn of events.(They...fit? My hips do...not look like too much like the rings of Saturn? WHO KNEW.)
Speaking of clothing, this is my favourite Threadless shirt yet.
CHECK IT OUT IT HAS EYEBALLS. AND A BALLOON THING. AND FISH. I adore it, it's like a Wondermark strip threw up all over some fabric.
After sixteen weeks of placements I finally have a WEEK OFF, halle-fucking-luhjah, so I am going home tomorrow. Optimistically I am bringing a pdf version of my surgical textbook, and a book on interpreting ECGs. And of course all of my WIPs. You can consider yourselves in possession of carte blanche to capslock demandingly at me for the next week until I POST SOME SHIT. To get you going, here is a snippet from each of the three things I'll be trying to knock over:
1) The kettle starts to whistle Handel at them and Pru blinks at it in surprise, confirming Dom's hypothesis that she hadn't actually wanted tea when she turned it on. It's simply the thing she does when she first enters the kitchen, just as Tee glances at whichever cupboard currently hides his unhealthiest snacks, just as both of the twins fetch their food or drink immediately, waiting until it's secure in their hands before they initiate conversation. Automatic scripts, unnoticed. Dom wonders what his own are.
2) Hikaru was caught in traffic coming home from the shops and threatened to kill anyone who watched a second of the segment before he returned, so they've missed the beginning. Not that this won't be all over YouTube by the end of the evening, and Kyouya knows that the next week will involve obsessive rewatching and analysis on the part of the twins. The only thing they love more than staring at each other is staring at each other via some recorded medium; Haruhi and Kyouya both make occasional sweeps of the house for sex tapes, because Kyouya's PR people are fiendishly good but they can't be expected to weather a potential tsunami of that magnitude.
3) So now Merlin was standing on the doorstep of Camelot House, rocking back and forth on his feet and glaring at the door. In between flirting with half of titled London and helping Merlin fake a laceration, Morgana had gotten hold of Arthur's keys at the Christmas Eve party and imprinted them. Merlin had a full set, but Lancelot was probably right -- best to settle in for a while, gather some first impressions, intead of risking everything falling down around his head when they'd barely begun the caper.
The fact that his mind even landed on the word 'caper', Merlin considered sourly, was proof that his mother had completely ruined him for all normal society.