words can't express how much I wish this year was over
Off to Canberra for five days; I have a job interview for a JMO position there on Wednesday (aaagghhh), and I'm grabbing a lift with one of the other med students. Breakfast today is 'stuff on my shelf of the fridge that looks like it might go off while I'm away', which right now equates to stewed apples and vanilla custard. SCORE.
Things to do this weekend:
1) My clinical pathology presentation on colorectal adenocarcinoma.
2) My review of The Demon's Surrender, which I finished just after midnight this morning. At the moment I am a complete mess of FEELINGS AND CAPSLOCK, but eventually I will translate that into a mess of feelings and capslock in word form.
3) FINISH THE RAVEN FIC. Last night it passed 10,000 words. I have given up trying to estimate how long it will be when it's done; at this point it is a game of trying to include as few actual movie scenes as possible while still acknowledging their effect on the characters, and also throwing in a metaphor involving metal whenever I get bored. So far I have been throwing it mostly at
schiarire and
littledust and
electrumqueen, who are an excellent cheer squad, but here you are, flist, this one's for you:
4) Study study damn you girl your entire life cannot be fic about mutants STUDY.
Things to do this weekend:
1) My clinical pathology presentation on colorectal adenocarcinoma.
2) My review of The Demon's Surrender, which I finished just after midnight this morning. At the moment I am a complete mess of FEELINGS AND CAPSLOCK, but eventually I will translate that into a mess of feelings and capslock in word form.
3) FINISH THE RAVEN FIC. Last night it passed 10,000 words. I have given up trying to estimate how long it will be when it's done; at this point it is a game of trying to include as few actual movie scenes as possible while still acknowledging their effect on the characters, and also throwing in a metaphor involving metal whenever I get bored. So far I have been throwing it mostly at
Her life changes with whiplash speed, and all because Charles meets yet another clever girl in a bar. They're flown back to America by the CIA, of all the ridiculous things, and Charles makes a satisfying scene in the glass-walled foyer when a man in a suit tries to stop Raven from coming to the meeting.
"A matter of security..."
Charles, who is not tall, puts his hands in his pockets and fixes the man with a clear, superior look. "Certainly," he says. "You may wish to call the Director, just let him know that his special expert won't be attending the meeting, there's a good chap."
The man frowns. "What?"
"Oh, do forgive me. I'll spell it out for you." Charles smiles his wonderful smile, with more teeth than usual. "She goes where I go."
Agent McTaggart makes a small sound that could be a cough, but probably isn't.
Raven runs a strand of her hair through her fingers and leans against Charles's side. "So if you'll just show us the way?" she says sweetly.
4) Study study damn you girl your entire life cannot be fic about mutants STUDY.

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(sob sob dissertation I think I am going to die of either stress or scurvy and as soon as I finish I get to pack up all my shit and move cities for an eight-week IMPORTANTLY-FUNDED EXPLORATORY PROJECT work placement)
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(WE WILL BOTH SURVIVE. Education cannot defeat us!)
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