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So, for those who haven't seen my Twitter, I got fired this past Friday. I was given an extremely vague and unhelpful warning during a mini-performance review (a few weeks before) saying that I needed to back off and not ask so many questions, so I did, and then this past Friday I was told that "people still had concerns" (it never got more specific than that) and that it just wasn't working out in general. In short, as best I can understand it, I got fired because I was too new, not learning the ropes fast enough, and everyone was supposedly too busy to train me properly.

I think my favorite part of this, however, is the fact that it happened four days before I would have been legally eligible for unemployment benefits and, subsequently, my (ex) boss would have been forced to provide a detailed explanation for why I was fired.

I consider myself a fairly tough person and I've made it through my fair share of setbacks -- hell, I'll probably make it through this one too -- but really, a person can only handle so many disappointments at one time. How the fuck am I supposed to pay for PTA school or graduate school now? :/

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"There is no wealth but life..." -- John Ruskin

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Cheers.
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So, internets, one of my biggest pet peeves is when someone requires me to do something regardless of what special circumstances I might have to deal with (i.e. how my university seems to assume ALL students who go there live in the area and not, say, 250 miles away like I do, and then schedule accordingly). Recently, one of my classes touched that particular nerve.

RANT THE FIRST: In which emerald_skies rants about a class project )

Aaand another rant about how fucking obsessed Americans are with their cars (aka RANT THE SECOND) )

Yeah yeah, whine whine whine, my life is so hard, etc., I just had to get that off my chest.

On a much less whinge-tastic (and much more random note), I was told today that it's possible for a person to be allergic to caffeine. Seriously. As someone who basically can't function without enough caffeine in her system to start a Starbucks franchise, my reaction was (understandably) something like this:

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Sheesh, I think I just figured out what my own personal tenth circle of hell would look like *shudder*

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"Don't find a fault, find a remedy..." -- Henry Ford

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Cheers.

P.S. - I just remembered I still need to beta fics for two people....*sobs quietly against computer screen*
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You know your life is deeply, deeply sad when the only thing that doesn't actively suck about it is your job. Basically, this entire week has been one giant headache after another and I can't really see it letting up any time soon. Some examples:

1) Due to a mistake on my calendar a couple of weeks ago, a test I thought I was going to have tomorrow (Thursday) turned out to be yesterday (Tuesday). Fortunately I figured this out the night before and the class itself isn't terrifically hard, but still...

2) Remember that internship where I thought the interview might just be a formality for a job I already got? It wasn't. I interviewed and just found out I didn't get the job -- in essence, my quest for an internship continues.

3) I've had to channel my inner hardass to an unbelievable degree in the last week or so to force the USELESS members of my stupid group project to get their collective rears in gear. The project is due on Friday and we finished most of it today, so it might not be a total disaster, but I'm not especially optimistic at this point.

So yeah, between that and miscellaneous drama that I don't really have the energy to outline right now, shit pretty much sucks all around. I'm sorely tempted to crawl into bed and stay there until life stops sucking. Anyone else feel similar? Misery does love company, after all...

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"Mistakes are portals of discovery..." -- James Joyce

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Cheers.
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Ugh, it figures that my muse would pick this week to come back with a vengeance -- I have two midterms and find out whether or not I got the internship I applied for, plus I'm booked solid at work. And yet? I've been working on the GK/AI crossover since last night.

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I think my brain and my responsibilities are teaming up to kill me. Now might be a good time to place your bets on whether or not I'll survive the semester *facepalm*

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"Earth laughs in flowers..." -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Cheers.

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I stayed home from class yesterday to meet the cable guys (I had to since I don't have a car and Le Boyfriend needed his for student teaching). They eventually came and, after four fucking hours and some "technical difficulties" (don't even ask me to explain), what do I have to show for it?

Nothing.

Well, unless you count all the cable now bolted to my wall as something. I don't because NONE OF IT FUCKING DOES ANYTHING, but that might just be me.

So now the short and the short of it is that I STILL won't have internet at Le Flat until this coming Saturday at some point between 12:00 and 4:00 p.m. Until then, I'm stuck with phone email (read only *sigh*)/Twitter and on campus internet, plus the flickering unsecured signal that occasionally pops up from somewhere in my apartment complex.

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I hate to sound whiny like this, but is it so unreasonable to wish that something would go right just once? Just to balance out all the bullshit? I know this isn't so bad in the larger scheme of things (I have a place to live, etc.), but it's making work/school/painless existence virtually impossible.

ETA: H'okay, to make up for the seriously whiny nature of this post, I watched and took notes on the Glee season premiere (on the off chance anyone is interested in my thoughts on it):

Glee 3x01 The Purple Piano Project )


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"Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real..." -- Tupac Shakur

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Cheers.
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Oh dear lord, internets, whatever you do, do not assume your life is looking up just because things briefly suck less. I jinxed the fuck out of my life by making that exact mistake *facepalm*

In which emerald_skies bitches about her life (again) (cut for those who are sick to death of listening to me whine) )

The bright side in all this is that Le Boyfriend and I now have our kitty up in university-land with us! \o/ Sure, she has this thing where she likes to wake us up at 5:30 in the morning to get fed for her morning session of zooming around Le Flat at Mach 2, but all in all her presence is a giant improvement.

Now I just have to survive another test (tomorrow), two tutoring shifts, an appointment with my adviser (to clear up a clusterfuck I don't even want to talk about right now), and my lab on Friday. And then I get to stay home next Monday since the cable guy is coming to hook up our T.V./interwebs.

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On a totally unrelated fannish note, the Small Fandom BigBang is coming, and I'm seriously considering looking into signing up the GK/AI crossover (since I love the idea of having art/a mix for it and I've never actually done a BB before). Good idea? Bad idea? Are you even allowed to sign up a piece you've already started? I have no fucking clue about these things, honestly.

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"You can be sincere and still be stupid..." -- Charles F. Kettering

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Cheers.

P.S. - I still can't find my camera. STILL. I'm pretty sure the boxes ate it, but still, this shit is ridiculous.
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So Le Boyfriend and I signed up for AT&T U-verse cable and interwebs yesterday, but the sales guy said a tech won't be able to come out and install everything for another two weeks. TWO WEEKS.

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Universe, I despair of you. How am I supposed to deal with all this moving bullshit without internets to help me unwind so I don't start firing shots from the nearest clock tower?

While we were signing all the paper work and shit, a bird flew into the window and we were pretty sure it was dead -- it seemed like a fitting illustration of what the last couple of days have felt like. On the bright side, the bird eventually got up, slowly shook itself off, and flew away, so maybe that means things will start looking up soon. Fingers crossed.

Anyway, the short and the short of this whole internet thing is that I'll only be able to read emails and read/write on Twitter during a large chunk of the day (since I'll only have phone internet) and then I'll have normal internet while I'm going to class. Basically, please don't take it personally if it takes me forever to answer email/comments; it's nothing personal, I'm just stuck with this arrangement for the next little while *sigh*

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"Composing mortals with immortal fire..." -- W. H. Auden

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Cheers.

ETA: So my Strength & Conditioning professor was talking about body fat percentages today...

Professor: Blah blah blah blah the normal range for women these days is 16-30%, but I generally like my females to be on the lower end of that range (verbatim quote)
Guys in the class: Photobucket
Girls in the class: Photobucket
Me: Photobucket

The prof is a personal trainer when he's not molding our young minds so he claimed he meant his female clients, but still, talk about unfortunate word choice...
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Internets, for those of you who haven't gone to university yet, I have some valuable advice for you based on something that happened to me today:

For the love of Raptor Jesus, avoid getting student loans if at all possible.

Why, you ask? Well, let me explain.

This morning I got a letter in the post saying that my student loan was going to come due this December because, according to the loan company (which claims to get its information from the university), I graduated this past May.

Um...this is news to me. I was given the impression that I have one more year left. This means that between the university and the loan company, someone is lying to me in a potentially very expensive way.

So now my family and I have been on the phone (and on hold) with all sorts of people ALL FUCKING DAY trying to get this shit sorted. Basically, whatever sadistic individual invented student loans (and the customer service methods to deal with student loans) had a sick, twisted sense of humor.

To summarize, this is me right now:

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Subtitles: RAGE FOR HOURS.

On the bright side, Huertas appears to be making good on his promise to send pictures from England. I confess, when he talked about "making gin and playing wit[sic] some eagles", I thought he mistyped and was talking about playing music by The Eagles (because of the whole Eagles CD incident, Idk). Clearly, I stand corrected!

Finally, the thirty day writing meme continues:

Day Fifteen: What do you feel it most important to warn for, and what's the strangest thing you've warned for in a fic?

As a general rule, I warn for things that I've seen come up as triggers the most often on the rare occasions I actually write them (abuse, suicide, etc) and I think that's just a good rule to follow in general. Alas, I suppose my writing must be fairly vanilla now that I think about it, because I think the strangest thing I've ever had to warn for was dub-con. Perhaps I'm doing it wrong...

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"We work to become, not to acquire..." -- Elbert Hubbard

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Cheers.
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Internets, how many of you have ever encountered a major setback in your writing -- especially in writing a particularly long fic? Well, I just had one of those.

Basically, a friend directed me to the most comprehensive breakdown of Marine Corps boot camp scheduling I've ever seen in my life in an effort to help me with my GK/AI crossover.

At first? I was unbelievably excited

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Maybe this won't be as ludicrously difficult as I initially thought!

And then I realized that this schedule indicates I'm going to have to either rearrange or entirely ditch about half the notes I took and storyboarded out of Making the Corps.

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SO MUCH ANGUISH. I don't think y'all even understand how much research I've been doing for this fic. Damn my obsessive compulsion to get as many little details right as I can!

And this comes right after I was informed that I've been looking up the wrong type of prosthesis (below the knee, Tunny has an above the knee *memory fail*) Thank God I hadn't written tons about that part yet, or else I'm pretty sure everyone would be able to hear me screaming.


And now, more meme-age!

Day Eleven: Do you prefer certain genres of fic when you're writing? What kind do you tend to write most?

Well, I certainly seem to have quite a fondness for AUs and crossovers, and really a lot of my fics (including AUs and crossovers) seem to have this thing where they keep turning into hurt/comfort. I like to torture my characters and I don't even know why O_o


In conclusion, the moral of this post is: WRITING IS HARD.

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"One faces the future with one's past..." -- Pearl S. Buck

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Cheers.

P.S. - See my previous post for less whining and more fic and kitten pictures (well, just one actually, but it's pretty damn cute).
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Welp, I found the kitten I mentioned in my last post. Between that, the really discouraging turn life took yesterday, and how the rest of this morning has pretty much sucked out loud, I officially hate everything. If anyone needs me, I'll be curled up in bed until life stops sucking quite so hard.

ETA: And I just accidentally broke my glasses (the ones I have to wear to be allowed to borrow one of the family cars -- a problem since I lack one of my own). This obviously means I must have killed a busload of nuns in a past life or something.

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"Art is the objectification of feeling..." -- Herman Melville

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Cheers.
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FACT #1: No matter how much fun they might be, doing certain dance moves from American Idiot while listening to the soundtrack will get you funny looks -- especially the invisible head banging when you (incorrectly) think no one is looking at you.

FACT #1a: If it looks goofy when the Idiots do it, you don't stand a chance in hell of looking anything less than totally ridiculous. Like this move, for instance:

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FACT #2: This gif amuses me far more than it probably should:

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FACT #2a: As does this one

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FACT #3: In three of my classes, I don't have anything else to worry about until their respective finals. The one class for which I don't have a final? Is the one that includes a group term project that's going to continue to take over my life in that remaining two weeks. It fucking figures.


FACT #4: Stomach bugs suck. They suck even worse when you have to drag yourself out of bed anyway to work on said previously mentioned term project.


FACT #5: It's generally a bad idea to roll your eyes and contemplate Silent Hill jokes when you hear a tornado siren outside, even if your power hasn't gone out and it's not even raining all that hard. It might possibly (read: definitely) be because a tornado touched down a few miles from campus.


Facts 3 and 4 are conclusive proof that the universe has a sick sense of humor. Oh well, at least the other ones are (relatively) funny, plus my temporarily lightened school workload means I should be able to get some more work done on my various fics...in theory *headdesk*

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"To be alive at all involves some risk..." -- Harold MacMillan

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Cheers.

P.S. - Potentially unpopular opinion, ahoy:

Dear international media,

Would it be possible for you to SHUT THE FUCK UP (or at least calm down) about the royal wedding? I rolled my eyes at the commemorative refrigerator (I wish I were joking), but speculating about whether or not their potential daughter might be allowed to be Queen someday? To the point of mentioning it as a potential topic to Parliament? That's just too much ridiculousness for me to take -- I mean, talk about counting your chickens before they hatch. In conclusion, RELAX (or at least pick less hideously boring people to obsess about).

Sincerely,
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One of my friends just texted me and used hashtags (as in Twitter hashtags). She wasn't joking or being ironic. I can't decide if the fact that this makes me feel tired/old means that I'm turning into a grouchy old woman sooner than I thought, or if I just need better taste in RL friends.

In other news, it's turning out to be kind of a bad week in terms of mental health. Another depressive episode has been kicking up all week, plus the new A.D.D. medicine I got started on a couple of weeks ago has gone from knocking me out to keeping me awake at night.

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Subtitles: Wtf, brain chemistry?

So please excuse any mope-tasticness that might creep into my entries over the next couple of days.

Also, question for those of you familiar with Dreamwidth: Is there a way to back up/migrate older posts? Like, if I wanted to back up my entries from the last 7ish years last week, would there be a way to do that?


Finally, as promised, more vamp!fic:

Title: Clean Cut All-American (Really Ain't So Clean) (Part 5/6)
Authors: [livejournal.com profile] emerald_skies and [livejournal.com profile] mcl4r3n
Summary: In which the boys see unexpected sides of each other and learn (the hard way) that chemistry can be potentially dangerous.

Night has fallen by the time Alex catches sight of Stark's building... )

In case anyone is curious, this fic's word count is now hovering around 18k. This is what I do with my life instead of studying and yet, somehow, I still have yet to flunk out of university. Go figure.

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"We grow small trying to be great..." -- David Hockney

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Cheers.
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Since I can't figure out a way to make this post tie together topic-wise, I'm going to do this in list form:

1) I've seen at least three different dudebros riding child-sized bikes around campus today. Is this a thing now? For comedic purposes, I hope so -- the size difference between the dudebros and their bikes was pretty damn funny -- but, on the other hand, it just seems...pointless. I don't get it but, then again, I'm aware that I live under a pretty giant metaphorical rock. Thoughts from people who don't?


2) In the course of poking around the internet this morning (as you do), I stumbled across a quite fascinating article indeed examining how the wackier fundies misinterpret, misconstrue, or otherwise warp a few common biblical passages in order to condemn homosexuality (and all the reasons -- including historical context and talking about language -- why they're wrong). For a bonus point that ought to shut said wacky fundies up, the author has a doctoral degree from a biblical seminary and has been studying the Bible exhaustively for the last 50 years.

For an example of a fascinating point from the article, did y'all know that neither Hebrew nor Ancient Greek (aka significant biblical languages) have a specific word for 'homosexual'? I sure as hell didn't, and I'm a language geek. So really, it's an informative read (and pretty entertainingly written).

Side note: surprisingly enough, I found this article in the comments section of an [livejournal.com profile] ohnotheydidnt post. Go figure.


3) Internets, as some of you might have noticed, I occasionally hate my life (and frequently bitch about it). That isn't news though. This new reason why, however, is:

The sociology department of my university is sponsoring a study abroad trip to Poland. POLAND. I could pay an obscene amount of money to geek out about World War II (and Poland in general anyway, since I think it's interesting in its own right) and possibly visit the at least five Polish flisters that I can recall off the top of my head and maybe just possibly stalk Paweł a little.

Except I can't, for three reasons:

1) I can't afford it, and my family can't afford to spot me the money because one of my folks is having hip surgery in *glances at calendar* about a month and a half.
2) Because of said hip surgery, I have to spend all summer at the Ol' Homestead playing nursemaid/chaffeur and helping the physical therapist. I'm only slightly annoyed by this because it's relevant to my academic interests, but it's going to be...trying....nonetheless.
3) There are two summer classes I have to take in order to graduate on time.

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Raptor Jesus (or whoever else happens to be listening up there), why can't I have nice things -- or, rather, why do nice things have to be so fucking expensive (and badly timed)? I realize that I have it pretty good for the most part, but some of these lost opportunities I keep getting faced with are just cruel.

Oh well, at least I found a way to sneak a Stark gif into this post (and to even make it relevant, wonder of wonders). Small blessings and all that.

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"I am a part of all that I have seen..." -- Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Cheers.
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Internets, have I mentioned recently how much I loathe group work? I've been beating my head against the proverbial wall with one of my two groups over this semester for the last THREE HOURS (plus another two earlier this morning).

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Appropriate gif is appropriate

And so, in order to stave off the boredom (and the tension headache that is rapidly turning into a migraine), a couple of things:

1) Two letters pertaining to my Abnormal Psych. class... )

2) Another meme (this one courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] lunatics_word)

Pick 15 of your favorite movies.
Go to IMDb (or Wikiquote) and find a quote from each movie.
Post them here for everyone to guess.
Strike out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.
NO GOOGLING.


Because it's me, one or two of these should be immediately obvious... )

(Or, if movies aren't your cup of tea, there are still a few unidentified songs over on my lyrics challenge)

It's been a very long time since I was last this cranky. Please send help.

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"Fortune and love favor the brave..." -- Ovid

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Cheers.

ETA: Five and a half hours after I showed up to the group meeting (so, 2.5 hours after I originally submitted this post), I return to Le Flat a broken, bitter shell of a girl. Fuck you very much too, college.
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Internets, I am officially in a bad mood. Allow me to explain:

1) To the freshman who made fun of me for fucking up some mental math in Sociology today,

Go fuck yourself, I almost wrote out a calculus problem for you to solve just out of general principle. Then we would see who gets the last laugh. Alas, class ended before I could think of a sufficiently difficult one that I would still know how to do.

Hoping someone with more violent impulses than I teaches you some manners very soon,
[livejournal.com profile] emerald_skies

(Seriously, fuck my brain, I can do calculus on good days but I suck at mental math/basic arithmetic.)


2) My computer (more specifically, my internet) is just bound and determined to piss me off today. Firefox crashed more times than I'd like to admit, plus Photobucket is being crappy too (which is tangentially related to the one little bright spot in my day that comes up later in this post). Not to mention how often Skype has been acting up today.


3) I slipped on an icy patch of sidewalk when I was walking home from class. On the bright side, I didn't fall flat on my face. On the downside, I did wind up landing on my knees (which are already hurting from the cold).

At least some random guy offered to help me up, so humanity doesn't completely suck today. I'm not especially fond of it either, though.

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Much like Chaffin, I shake my head at the world today...

The one little bright spot to today was that I managed to get a pretty wicked awesome photo of one of the fountains on campus all iced over:

Thank Raptor Jesus I had the presence of mind to keep my digital camera in my satchel... )

Lastly, flist, I need your help. I need someone who's familiar with both Generation Kill/general Marine stuff AND American Idiot, as this is relevant to a crossover (largely Tunny-centric) fic I'm writing. I want to make sure I get all the little details of boot camp and whatnot right, as well as coming at Tunny's personality in a plausible way given the circumstances of the fic.

So, halp? I'll dedicate the fic to anyone who helps me and might possibly be able to manage to fill some sort of prompt as a thank you. Plus I would just be pathetically grateful, as I can be somewhat scatterbrained when it comes to little details.

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"Live dangerously and you live right..." -- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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Cheers.
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Argh, it turns out I misunderstood the Apple trade-in thing I talked about in my last post (the store credit value of your old machine, blah blah blah) -- it only applies to computers. You can trade iPods in for 10% off your next Apple purchase or some bullshit like that.

In other words, MY LOVE-HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH APPLE CONTINUES. On the bright side, I have some tutoring money coming so I'm going to save (for a shorter time than I thought) and buy an iPod Touch anyway, but still, it's the principle of the thing.

Also, I think Le Boyfriend brought some sort of horrible super cold (or mild flu) home from his student teaching, because he and I both have been hacking our lungs out, I was running a fever yesterday, and I've spent more of the last 36 hours in bed than out of it.

Allow this gif to summarize how I feel about life right now:
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"More than kisses, letters mingle souls..." -- John Donne

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Cheers.

P.S. - In fangirl-related news, this picture more or less made my week. Between the clashing outfit and the expression on his face, I don't even know where to start.
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THING THE FIRST: Somehow, I'm still sick. Either this is the world's most persistent head/chest cold or I'm secretly dying, I don't even know anymore. I just know that whatever it is leaves me avoiding deep breaths so I don't have another coughing fit.


THING THE SECOND: It snowed here! Well, only a little and none of it even tried to stick, but still, snow!


THING THE THIRD: [livejournal.com profile] stark_daily is the best comm ever, because it showed me these

In which Stark is dressed like entirely too many boys I went to high school with... )

And bonus Pawel!

In which Pawel is his usual disgustingly adorable self... )

Oh GK cast, how so stupefyingly attractive and generally awesome?


THING THE FOURTH: Le Boyfriend and I watched The Last Exorcism last night. What in the actual fuck was that ending? I mean really, I realize Eli Roth had a hand in making this movie and so of course it's going to have some questionable elements, but still.


And now back to lying in bed and trying not to breathe too deeply. Ugh.

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"All serious daring starts from within..." -- Eudora Welty

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Cheers.
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Augh, internets, does anyone else ever have days where every single tiny little thing just pisses you the fuck off even when that logical voice in the back of your mind (however quiet it might be) says that it shouldn't? Yeah, today's one of those, so have a few letter-style rants.

Dear family units... )


Dear Le Boyfriend.... )


Dear regular psychiatrist... )


Dear SPN fandom... )

I cut these to spare y'all the whining -- of which there is a great deal -- but I'm game if anyone wants to turn this into a "misery loves company" post (I know a few of you are still sick, for example). Bitch away, you'll find a very receptive audience here!

And now off to try desperately to cheer myself up in the re-watch post at [livejournal.com profile] generation_kill. On the bright side, I am getting an inordinately pathetic amount of satisfaction from how much the hit counter for the Batfic (over at AO3) has exploded in the time since I posted it to [livejournal.com profile] generation_kill last night. This fandom has succeeded in turning me into a closet attention whore *headscreen*

Have some eyefucking pretty fyt:
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"The mule will work patiently for you for ten years for the chance to kick you once..." -- William Faulkner

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Cheers.
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Internets, I am such a glutton for punishment, it's just getting ridiculous. Why, you ask?

Well, here's what my to-do list looks like right now.

- Organize some sort of fangirl meet-up for the New York trip
- Organize a Die Mommie Die watch post over in [livejournal.com profile] stark_sands (which means not completely failing at timezones and whatnot)
- Finish Le Batfic
- Post more Picking Up The Pieces (which actually involves writing more of it)
- Finish and post Glee reactions (which were supposed to go up early today but schoolwork had other plans)
- Finish and post Supernatural reactions
- Pack everything for the New York trip
- Plan more things for Le Boyfriend and me to actually DO in New York
- Study enough for finals (next week gfjkdhkghfkjhjkgnfdjk) that I don't flunk
- Schoolwork, which includes:
1) A term paper for Sports Nutrition
2) Writing and giving a presentation for my Physiology of Exercise term paper
3) A boatload of assignments (and the final) for my online Spanish class
4) MORE TUTORING

And a whole bunch of other shit I'm probably forgetting. This is my general demeanor at the moment:

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Seriously, why do I do this to myself? Is anyone else horrifyingly busy and freaking out about it? Feel free to commiserate with me -- misery loves company and all that. For anyone who doesn't want to commiserate, feel free to go roll around in the previous post (there's a lot of pretty and general awesomeness going on in there).

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"Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers..." -- Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Cheers.

P.S. - In a lame attempt to inject some humor into this totally whiny post, have part of a list I've been composing for the last month or so:

Things I can't say/do to Stark when I meet him (but might anyway out of nerves) )

Feel free to suggest your own things (that you think I might say or that you would be trying not to say in my position).
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Reason #5374894 why I hate my family sometimes it can be problematic when your fannish interests mix with real life:

Because it can lead to things like this coming up at Thanksgiving dinner in front of your boyfriend and your whole extended family (loud enough for all of them to hear) -

"Hey [livejournal.com profile] emerald_skies, maybe if you tell Stark it's your birthday when you ask him for his autograph he'll offer to take you out to dinner or something."


I didn't think it was possible for the shade of red I turned to actually occur in nature. Meanwhile, this was my reaction internally:

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WHYYYYYYYYYY?


Ah, the holidays. Anyone here interested in adopting me?

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"I confess, I do not believe in time..." -- Vladimir Nabokov

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Cheers.

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