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Writer's Block: Cold turkey tremors [Feb. 26th, 2010|01:37 pm]
A little bi-furious

What is the longest, uninterrupted stretch you've stayed offline (without mobile access either)? How soon did you suffer withdrawal pains? Did you find it liberating?

It was a week. I didn't care because I was at DISNEYWORLD and too busy to get on the internet even if I'd had the oppurtunity.
Wait, what do you mean "without mobile access"? I've always had a cell phone on me since I got my first one, but I've never had one I could access the Intertubes with.
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All I do on this thing anymore is complain. [Feb. 26th, 2010|01:32 pm]
A little bi-furious
[mood |angryangry]

For some reason Jeni wwas explaining how someon she'd met through her brother didn't care when she miscarried, as an explanation of how she was a skank or thoroughly fucked up or something, I didn't hear the start of the conversation. I offered a possible explanation (she didn't want the kid, but would be kicked out of her house if she got an abortion) and Liz stepped in saying that all her friends who had kids have said that you start loving them as soon as you can feel them.

Can you spot the problem with this sentence?Collapse )
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(no subject) [Nov. 6th, 2009|02:12 am]
A little bi-furious
[mood |crazycrazy]

I can rotate my earrings completely without pain and with only very minor discomfort hahaha yay.

This is good for the obvious reason, and also because unexpected happiness makes up for the fact that the stuff I most recently ran into on mgs_slash was all inevitability of death and emotional issues and Attack of the Creeping Melancholy.

So yeah.
Off to bed now.
Oh but first, a picture I found on mgs_slash a little earlier was Vamp/Raiden, and the artist's description was this: "I was going for the feel of the olde school vampire movies, you know, where Dracula is all NERRRGGGGG with the hands and the STARE and the woman is all OMGSWOON and yeah."
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Maybe it's just because it's so late [Nov. 6th, 2009|01:11 am]
A little bi-furious
[mood |tiredtired]

If I'm not actually looking at or touching my earrings, I forget or can't believe that they're actually there. My memory of not wanting to get anything pierced is so strong that it can even momentarily override more recent memories, including the one of cleaning my piercings right before lunch today. Yesterday. Whatever. And the one of talking to Mom about cleaning them at 8 PM.

It's kind of weird.
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(no subject) [Nov. 3rd, 2009|04:44 pm]
A little bi-furious
[mood |nervousnervous]
[music |The King's Singers - The Boar's Head Carol]

Yesterday I did what I thought I'd never do and got my ears pierced, thus opening up a new frontier of jewelry.
I thought the hard part was going to be the piercing. I was wrong. It's actually the keeping-clean and (auuugh!) the rotating. I have to move the damn things around so they don't grow into the skin, which a) freaks me out, and b) kinda hurts. Oh yeah, and c) is apparently not supposed to hurt.

But the guy who did it said that they should be healed by the 12th. Anyway, he can check. Since my piercings were done by hand instead of a gun, he put captive bead hoops in them, and you need pliers or something to get those suckers off, so I'm going once my ears heal to get them taken out so I can put normal earrings in.
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The last offense in a string of offenses [Oct. 28th, 2009|03:33 am]
A little bi-furious
[mood |depresseddepressed]
[music |Chanticleer - Riu Riu Chiu]

Okay, so I'm failing at least one class right now. That's okay. I can do better and bring my grade up.
Okay, so the people who now have my old job in the school library don't seem to be doing any better than I did before I got fired for not being good enough. I'll take the boss up on his offer to explain his reasoning (if it still stands, since he made it last semester) and maybe he can be convinced to hire me back next year.
But I was about to make a name for myself on TV Tropes by making a Bizenghast page. I had a whole list of tropes, and the only thing stopping me from posting it was that I didn't have a plot summary/description of the series. Some bastard grabbed a half-assed summary from Wikipedia, coughed up some trope names with no explanations, and now no matter how much work I put into the page I can't say I made it.
I'm probably going to spend all of the next few days that I could be doing homework trying desperately to come up with a good description of the Hilary Tamar Mysteries and combing the books for tropes to make sure nobody yanks that out from under my nose too.
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The television disapproves of my lifestyle choices [Oct. 23rd, 2009|11:03 pm]
A little bi-furious
[mood |annoyedannoyed]

So this episode of Numbers that was just on was about a clone girl who got kidnapped by her surrogate mom because the guy with legal custody of her experimented on/didn't love her. The mom said she agreed to carry the clone girl to term for money, but came to love her because "she gre inside me. She's a part of me."

Stuff like this rubs me the wrong way. I have no desire to be a mother, and rather like the idea of selling my eggs to someone who wants them and never thinking about it again. Is the TV telling me I'm a bad person?

So, when the main women of a TV show start going "kids kids kids I wish I had kids," is the screenwriter telling us that women need to be mothers, or am I overly sensitive?

(But man, I would have loved it if that episode's big twist was that the mom was a psycho and the dad was only acting cold because that's how he deals with grief.)
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Posting late, as usual [Oct. 16th, 2009|11:25 am]
A little bi-furious
[music |Da Vinci's Notebook - Title of the Song]

On Tuesday I got dragged back to the Emory Autism Center. In their professional opinion, I am, in fact, an Aspie, but I'm apparently dealing with it pretty well.
It only bothers me a little. I mean, Mom was already utterly convinced, so it doesn't change anything at home. If Grandmother understood, she might pounce on me less for perceived rudeness, but Daddy's pretty sure she wouldn't understand so we're not telling her.

(I don't know if it's funny or sad that lying to my grandmother is something that happens so naturally in my house.)

The only real changes are that I'm now on their mailing list (there's going to be a workshop on The Art of Small Talk, which sounds really useful, but I think it's during the school year when I'm not in town) and I have some authority when telling people who blame their bad fanfic on Asperger's to STFU.

Oh yeah, and the other change is that I learned that apparently people can usually describe what emotions feel like. Like, when asked "what does being happy feel like?" they can give a coherent answer. THE MORE YOU KNOW.
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National Sitting-Around-Fretting Day [Oct. 11th, 2009|11:52 pm]
A little bi-furious
[mood |worriedworried]
[music |Reel Big Fish - Hungry Like the Wolf]

I can't tell anyone else this, section of the internet who doesn't know my name, but the real reason I feel weird asking my old RA things isn't because she's so loud, or because I instinctively view upperclassmen as people to stay off the radars of, but because... well...
I'm afraid of being disapproved of by lesbians.
pseudo-explanation and worried ramblage aheadCollapse )
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Mostly done packing (I think) [Aug. 23rd, 2009|01:14 am]
A little bi-furious
[mood |tiredtired]

To hell with it; I'm going to bed.
But first, a fascinator.

As soon as I get the right size needles I'm making one. I'm got a pretty sweet piece of tulle that I can sew to one side, too. It doesn't matter if I can never bring myself to wear it because it looks so cool!

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