Dear roommate:

I do not care if they are your mother, your boyfriend, your best friend or a girl from your sorority, there is no reason a person I do not know should be sleeping in our room without my having been warned, and even more so for two nights in a row.

On top of that, if you are going to come in and 2:45am, keep it down. I was trying to catch up on sleep. Also, this means that just because you need to get up at 8am and only just got back, it is unacceptable to set an alarm for 7am, 7:45, 7:50, 7:55, and 8:00. Some of us want to sleep until nine.

Some of us also, at this point in time, have an urge to smother you.

No love,
Abstract Whisk
( Oct. 1st, 2011 05:02 pm)
Following yesterday's bad news several things happened.

I lost the very cute semi-claddagh style ring my mother bought for me. I lost the cable to charge my e-reader. I discovered I have about 250 pages of reading to do for next week. I discovered that my Sociocultural Anthropology textbook was $30 for a reason-- that reason being that it's missing a bunch of pages due to what looks like a printing/binding error.

My plans for grocery shopping with Morgan were put on hold because he was sick this morning. It's raining. It's cold. I haven't been sleeping well.

While I was getting out bowls for lunch I managed to nail myself in the temple with the edge of the cabinet door and have been dizzy/in pain for the past five or so hours. I got worried enough to call my mother the Officially Registered nurse and she said I was probably okay, but need someone to keep an eye on me for a bit and that I should put ice on it. All of my ice cubes are fish or flower shaped and do not make for good packages to put on one's head. I am so very tired.

Did I mention my head hurts? At least during this instance I know why.
We're not going to the quidditch world cup.

The school is not paying for our transport and board as previously thought and we don't have $3000.

They gave us $50.

Bake sale profit will be going to recoup the $200 non-refundable registration fee.

Fuck, guys. D:
( Jun. 5th, 2011 12:06 pm)
Mohinder is refusing to turn on, which means I've lost the story I began last night, access to my bookmarks and great rec I had to share, as well as reliable access to LJ. Other computers in the house are shared, so it's likely I won't be around reading much. No idea when he'll get fixed, but hopefully soon.

On top of that, work starts tomorrow. Keep me in your thoughts? And Happy Birthday  to [livejournal.com profile] mechante_fille tomorrow. Wishing you well. <3
( Apr. 29th, 2011 10:41 pm)
Hey guys,

Several hundred people have died and a lot of people are missing due to the tornado outbreak in the South on Wednesday. That's not too far from where I am and a lot of people from my school have family in that area. Does anyone know if there's an auction or other fund-raising effort going on that I can get involved with, being low on cash? Also, I'd be willing to offer drabble/fic/mail to people as incentive to buy LJ's Tornado Relief gifts.

Otherwise, your thoughts and prayers would be greatly appreciated. Hoping everyone is safe.
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:/

( Oct. 5th, 2010 12:00 am)
So I'm really fed up with Italian right now. I just- augh. I hate doing things I'm bad at, and I'm bad at this. I struggled my way through two years of German with a bad teacher and now I'm slogging through Italian with a semi-decent one, confusing bitte with perche and aber with ma, and a lot of the time trying to figure out how to say what I want in either of the languages that aren't English.

I just get really frustrated with this whole being bad at it. Like, when I can't properly compose a sentence like: There are four people in my family. My mother attends school. She likes to travel.

*headdesk* It's very frustrating that I fancy myself a writer, but when I get out of English I can't even get the freaking basics. :/ I'm kind of upset about this right now.
I think I've found my weakness

It started with that one hsm fic which was epic and long and seemed to be too good and too raw to actually be fanfiction.

Now I bring you Navid Arash Taraghijah: Still Life With Chair (I-XXV, recommended to me by [livejournal.com profile] theotherdibbler . I'm still feeling a little weepy and in awe. This work is so beautiful in its detail and moving struggle. I find it to be emotionally fulfilling, because that's a term I apply to fiction sometimes and this story hit every range of emotion, from the spark of love and affection, to despair, hate, and redemption. I feel like I've been through my own roller coaster of grief and have come out alive, though a bit shaky from the after effects. There really aren't words to describe the depth of this piece.

Even after the initial shock has blown over, I still find it astounding. The fact that I went away to try and clear my mind, and ended up listening too "What Sarah Said" by Death Cab for Cutie first thing when the mp3 player was on random has not mitigated this effect. Shit man. My heart still hurts.

But it's a good hurt.
( Mar. 17th, 2010 01:42 pm)
Thirty-seven pages to ruin the good thing that was going on.

Oh, 'Lendel.

I'd forgotten what it was like to cry over a novel. I'm afraid to start Chapter Nine.

EDIT: I'm buying the next one tomorrow. Maybe the next two, if I have cash.
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