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Oof. Internets, for those who don't know, pretending to be a responsible adult fucking sucks. Between the moving and my job (which I'll talk about in a minute) and preparing to deal with having my first pet that I'm in charge of and just...university shit in general? I'm dying. Dying.

For one thing, remember that car wreck I mentioned that Le Boyfriend and I were in a few days ago? Well, the people involved finally filed their insurance claim, except in this instance they claimed two people in their car were injured. Even though Le Boyfriend and La Famille asked repeatedly at the time if everyone was all right and everyone said yes.

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On account of my chosen vocation, I know how people generally move if they're hurt somehow -- these people weren't moving/acting like they were hurt. So, it essentially appears that we're being swindled, which leaves Le Boyfriend stuck dealing with the claims adjusters and shit on top of everything else that's been going on lately *facepalm*

On the bright side, my first day of tutoring work (yesterday) went by without much excitement, and I even managed to make it through my shift without weeping for the slow death of the English language, not even once. The only hitch was that it felt pretty fucking weird to tell graduate students what to do with their papers and actually have them listen to me. People with at LEAST four years on me were taking me seriously O_o

In unrelated (but similarly boggling news), I was emoting to La Famille last night about how much it sucks not to have internet -- both for obvious reasons and because I really do need it for school -- and then I got an email this morning saying they're considering buying me a Verizon mobile hotspot. Basically, something I can plug into my computer and then boom, instant internet, no matter where I am.

I'm stunned, internets. I was already aware of these mobile hotspot things and I do secretly covet the shit out of them, but I wasn't even going to think of asking for one since all this moving crap is already turning out to be amazingly expensive. Please excuse me while I sit around and wait for the other proverbial shoe to drop; nothing this good ever randomly happens to me without some sort of catch.


ETA: I was right! La Famille contacted me again and said to forget about it because we discovered that there's a mandatory obscenely expensive data plan that comes with said mobile wi-fi. As in 2 years minimum at $50 a month, no matter how much (or little) the thing gets used. FUCK. THAT. SHIT.

Finally, is anyone else morbidly intrigued by the upcoming Twilight movie? I've been seeing trailers for it all over creation lately and it looks so cracktastically insane that I just might have to look into watching it (with a free movie ticket or something, because it'll be a cold day in Hell before I pay to see one of those monstrosities). Maybe I'll drag Le Boyfriend into it so we can Rifftrax the shit out of it -- could be fun, right?

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"We fear the thing we want the most..." -- Robert Anthony

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Cheers.

P.S. - The air conditioning at Le (New) Flat is still broken. STILL *sob* This is Not A Good Thing when the daily highs still keep hovering around the triple digits.

P.P.S. - Anyone else who's feeling especially downtrodden by life lately is welcome to commiserate with me. After all, misery does love company!
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So I finished catching up on True Blood last night, and I have some things to say -- #feelingz, if you will.

Cut for spoilers or capslock or...gifs or something... )

I'll try to get caught up on Glee sometime this week so I can post a similar overall list of thoughts/feelings, for lack of actual detailed episode-by-episode reaction posts. Anyone who hasn't given up on the show yet is welcome to share thoughts of your own, I'd be most curious to hear them.

That being said, I just have a letter to mention and then I'm spent:

Dear jackass,



I don't know about you, but *I* thought watching you wipe out on your crappy BMX reject bike (after almost running me over with it on my way to class) was pretty fucking funny. Call me mean spirited or whatever, but it pretty much made my day. Thanks for the laughs!



--[livejournal.com profile] emerald_skies


I swear to Raptor Jesus, I'm getting so sick of bikers/skaters almost running my ass over on the way to class; I'm actively considering bringing a cane or some other sort of blunt instrument along with me to bludgeon/clothesline any more that decide I have less of a right to the sidewalk than they do.

(Why yes, I do have some violent impulses, why do you ask?)

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"What is easy is seldom excellent..." -- Samuel Johnson

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Cheers.
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In today's edition of "Why Twitter Continues To Be Utterly Tasteless", #AaliyahsAirplanePlaylist is trending (or, it was this morning, the trending list won't load now for some reason). Classy.

For those who live under a rock (which is fine, I normally do too), here's why I find this objectionable

In other news, even though it's only (ha!) 89ºF outside, I still showed up to my first class covered in sweat like I sprinted -- even though I walked at a fairly leisurely pace. Why, you ask? Because the heat index makes it feel like it's 95ºF and most of the trip was over concrete (which radiates heat like a bastard).

That's not the best part though; the high today is supposed to be 105. Remember that 6 degrees the heat index is supposed to add? I get to walk home feeling like it's 111ºF outside. Please excuse me while I die of heatstroke.

Finally, Le Boyfriend and I get to go argue with the people who own our next apartment complex because we noticed a mistake on our lease (which we signed yesterday) that might tack on an extra four months to our stay. ETA: We emailed the office types at the complex and they wrote us back saying we could come re-sign a corrected version of the lease any time today (in other words, no arguing appears to be necessary). Maybe Raptor Jesus took pity on my poor heat-stroke-stricken self.

The only bright side today is that I have just one class (Drugs & Behavior) to go to, and I managed to find the classroom okay even though it's in a building I've never had classes in before. Not an encouraging sign of what the rest of today is gonna be like. To summarize?

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"Books, the children of the brain..." -- Jonathan Swift

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Cheers.

P.S. - Happy birthday, ASkars! Please feel free to get into lots of drunken shenanigans (again) which will inevitably wind up on the internet (again)
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Howdy doo, internets, just stopping in mostly to drop off a couple of rants.

Rant the first (warning for domestic violence discussion) )

Aaaand rant the second (which my international flisters probably won't care about) )

Blah, blah, life is hard, etc. etc. If anyone needs me, I'll just be over here moping about my first world problems.

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"Chance favors the prepared mind..." -- Louis Pasteur

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Cheers.
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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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Howdy doo internets! I come bearing loads of fic-y goodness, but first I needed to get something off my chest:

Dear sexist jackass in my Sports Psych. class,

The question on our quiz was whether or not it's true that exercise works at improving mood and/or reducing anxiety and depression just as well in women as it does in men. I fail to see what arguing that it doesn't because (according to you) women only exercise because they're more concerned about how they look had to do with that question. Also, you obviously have never noticed the astounding degree of vanity I've observed in a number of male athletes in my years as an athletic trainer. So not only do you fail at gender equality, but you fail spectacularly at situational awareness. Kudos!

Sincerely,
[livejournal.com profile] emerald_skies (aka the redhead two seats behind you who rolled her eyes hard enough to possibly reverse the Earth's rotation when you spouted that line of bullshit)


Moving on to a less rage-inducing topic, more fic!

Title: Clean Cut All-American (Really Ain't So Clean) (Part 4/6)
Authors: [livejournal.com profile] emerald_skies and [livejournal.com profile] mcl4r3n
Summary: In which we hear the comedy of errors that was Stark's first days as a vampire, and Alex gets a clue -- or, rather, gets hit over the head with it, courtesy of an old friend.
Author's note: I would have posted this part sooner, but I a) forgot about it for the longest time and b) was dithering over whether this part (which is rather short) could stand on its own. I ultimately decided that it can, but included a preview to make up for it. Plus the next part is long and it's going to be worth the wait, I guarantee it ;)

Cleaning up to Stark's unusually meticulous standards winds up taking much longer than Alex thought it would... )

Also, because Part II of my GK/AI crossover is going to be a while and I only just recently found the inspiration (and the confidence in my research) to get started, I thought I would give y'all something of a preview of what I have so far to make up for the delay:

The first few days of the receiving phase pass in a haze of yelling... )


So, thoughts on either one? Like? Dislike? Think I need to get off the internet and find a more productive use of my free time?

That's all I've got for the moment. Stay tuned for more vamp!fic ([livejournal.com profile] mcl4r3n and I are almost done with Part 5), and whatever else happens to tickle my fancy in terms of posting material. In the mean time, Sokka and Momo thank y'all for your time:

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"A good beginning makes a good end..." -- Louis L'Amour

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Cheers.

P.S. - I cleaned up the HTML for Clean Cut All-American as well, so it too now links all the parts to each other for ease of re-reading.
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Internets, do you ever feel like sometimes the universe is making a concentrated effort to make you miserable? Allow me to explain:

I just had some random Kinesiology major I've never even seen before ask me if I was "that girl who struck out twice at trying to get into the athletic training program."

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You've got to be fucking kidding me. How the fuck did I get a reputation in a university with like 30,000 people (or more specifically, a department with at least 2,000 people in it)? I thought this gossip-y bullshit was supposed to mostly die out after high school.

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"My reputation grows with every failure..." -- George Bernard Shaw (the fact that the website I get these quotes from picked this at random today is just...unsettling)

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Cheers.
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Dear Supernatural fandom,

Welcome back! It's been a while since the last massive fail, I was beginning to wonder.

Unlike the previous fails, however, this isn't just infuriating, it's asinine. I'm someone who's very nitpicky about how her stories come across, but I still have the fucking decency to put up a trigger warning (if something I write comes CLOSE to needing one), even if it winds up turning out that it wasn't necessary. Why? Because I'm not egotistical enough to believe that my ~artistic vision~ is more important than sparing someone a fucking serious panic attack.

Regardless of one's stance on putting trigger warnings in headers from the outset, it's not unreasonable to put one if a reader leaves a comment asking you to do so (and I'm talking about a legit one instead that passive aggressive nonsense I saw in that post). Really, I promise, the less than thirty seconds of extra typing that would actually distinguish you as someone with basic courtesy WON'T FUCKING KILL YOU.

In conclusion, I, much like President God here, frown on these fucking shenanigans like you wouldn't believe.
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Manners, LEARN YOU SOME.

--[livejournal.com profile] emerald_skies


For something significantly less rage (or facepalm)-inducing, see my previous post.

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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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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Dear neighbors above me,

Hello again and happy new year! Looks like we're going to have another great semester of barely tolerating each other. One question though:

What in the actual fuck could you possibly be building at NINE THIRTY IN THE MORNING?!

I ask because I keep hearing these occasional bangs that are spaced/timed differently than your obnoxiously loud sex and are just the right volume to be hammering, as if y'all are building something (or, it occurs to me, hanging pictures up). So really, just what is so important that it needs to be built when a lot of people might still be sleeping?

I'm particularly amazed that y'all were up that early given your previous history of blaring loud music at all hours of the night (which obviously precludes any morning person tendencies). The only answer at this point is that you are actually cyborgs designed to be as obnoxious as psychologically possible because you run on human misery as fuel.

Already planning retaliatory psychological warfare,
[livejournal.com profile] emerald_skies


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In other news, I've been noticing lately that people from my grade school days have started mentally whitewashing the past by pretending that we didn't used to hate each other back in the day. "Hey, long time no see, how are you doing? What? Nooo, I never thought you were lower than the crap stuck to my shoe, I've always thought you were hilarious!" and that sort of thing.

Has this happened to anyone else or are my former esteemed peers just special? I mean, I'd understand it if it was some sort of ass-kissing mechanism, but I have literally nothing any of them might actually want in terms of advancement. Maybe this is just some sort of biological mechanism that happens to everyone so that class reunions don't turn into literal bloodbaths.

ANYWAY, so this isn't a total "WTF is wrong with people" post because it's totally Paweł Szajda's birthday today (and I totally planned this and wasn't at all reminded by [livejournal.com profile] jean_iris), have a Paweł picspam (courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] eiirene):

Pianist!Paweł over this-a-way! )

Even though he was born somewhere in Connecticut, I think it's not entirely wrong to call Paweł one of Poland's finest exports. Because seriously though, daaaaaamn.

(Also, he's quite possibly the best way to end a post EVER)

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"The ballot is stronger than the bullet..." -- Abraham Lincoln (I don't care if it means I'm going to the special hell, I laughed for a good five minutes at the DELICIOUS irony of this quote after checking Google to see if I was being Punk'd or something)

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Cheers.

ETA: [livejournal.com profile] jean_iris also just showed me some valuable advice from Walt. Remember, kids... )
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So, internets, as a few of you may know (and empathize with), I have a rather love-hate relationship with Facebook. Today, it's largely hate. Why? Two things:

1) I saw this as a status update:

"[Girl from high school who barely spoke to me but wanted me to be friend # 48938673 anyway] casual family vacay in morocco. camels ftw ;)
10 hours ago via Facebook for Blackberry"

A casual family vacation in MOROCCO. Posted from a Crackberry, no less. For comparison, I've been saving for months just to buy myself a mid-level digital camera (as a long-term investment). Fuck my broke-ass college kid life.

2) Dear fellow college student that I've never even seen face-to-face,

Stop suggesting that I 'Like' things. I mean it. I do not give a shit about half the things you suggest I like and yet you continue suggesting anyway. Also, I swear to Raptor Jesus I'm going to find you and reduce you to your component molecules if you send me another Farmville/Mafia Wars/etc. invitation.

If not for your funny status updates and occasional relevant posts in your capacity as a journalist for the university student newspaper, I would have de-friended you months ago. So seriously, take it down a notch.

--[livejournal.com profile] emerald_skies


I swear, if it wasn't a useful tool for keeping up with my extended family and the few people from high school that I actually did talk to, I would delete my Facebook and save myself the trouble.

Also, to the random guy in my Sports Nutrition class who yanked one of my headphones out to speak to me; WHAT THE SUGAR-FROSTED FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?! What bizarro-land did you come from such that you think it's okay to invade my personal space when neither of us even knows the other's name? I can't even-- just no. Please reconsider invading strangers' personal space in the future, because I can pretty much guarantee other people won't be as "nice" as I was.

On the bright side, I have no classes on Monday (woo! 3 day weekend!) so I can catch up on a) all the sleep I've been losing to tutoring and schoolwork, b) all the crap I promised I'd post on here, and c) FIC!

In the mean time, I'll just be back in this post rolling around in all the pretty.

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Cheers.

P.S. - Dear Kinesiology classes,

I really think you've covered body composition/body mass index enough. I've had to calculate my own % body fat/BMI three times in the last two weeks -- I get it, I could stand to lose a few pounds. Enough already, it's starting to seem like a conspiracy now.

Sincerely,
[livejournal.com profile] emerald_skies
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Internets, I've been in a pretty shitty mood today.

1) I had to stay up until 3 a.m. working on a stupid fucking lab report and then I was almost late for lab this morning anyway because Le Boyfriend and I both slept through the alarm (even though Le Boyfriend claims to be a light sleeper).

Said lab was designed to give us our body compositions by determining our body fat percentages. I could have saved all parties involved the trouble by telling them that my body composition is "too fucking fat", but no, they had to go into the gory numerical details.

2) I had the brilliant luck of being in the right place at the wrong fucking time and wound up dealing with a frat asshole chatting me up outside my next class. Basically, he decided it was my fault that he couldn't take a hint and that I wasn't dazzled enough by his frat pin and his ~sparkling~ personality to forget about Le Boyfriend. Le Boyfriend thinks my conversation with the guy was pretty funny and not overreacting by any stretch, but I wasn't proud of myself for losing my temper over something so fucking stupid. Straw that broke the camel's back, I guess.

3) I found out last night about some potentially problematic aspects of my upcoming airport experience when Le Boyfriend and I go to New York. Fucking awesome. (Before anyone asks what rock I must be living under, I don't fly often enough to pay attention to TSA updates and whatnot -- the last significant development I was aware of was the whole really small liquid containers in carryon bags thing)

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I shake my head at the world today.
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4) Speaking of the New York trip, two things:

- I encourage anyone who has a specific question they'd like me to try to ask Stark when I meet him to post their questions in the comments. I'll be making a poll of them later and will try to ask him the most popular one.

- Would any flisters who live or will be vacationing in the NYC area between 12/17-12/21 be interested in meeting up?

[Poll #1646021]


Finally, happy birthday wishes to [livejournal.com profile] katherine_lupin (belated, I know, but the love is still there) and [livejournal.com profile] vaihtojalka. Please continue being awesome, y'all <3

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Cheers.
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Dear girl in my Exercise Physiology class,

The fact that you frequently come to class intoxicated in some way (on the occasions you show up at all) and still have an A average makes me question the existence of God.

Your too-loud comment that someone "would have to be retarded to have flunked the last test" just made me want to punch you in the mouth. Considering the dirty looks you were getting and the fact that the class average was in the 60s, I'm pretty sure I wasn't alone in that impulse.

Wondering if it's witchcraft or cheating that's keeping you in college,
[livejournal.com profile] emerald_skies


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This is my life. I know the universe can be pretty cosmically unfair, but COME ON. Ugh.

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P.S. - For those who missed it, Part 8 of the Batman!AU can be found here
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Aaaand suddenly I'm so pissed off at the sheer, raging injustice of the world all because of something I saw on my Facebook news feed:

"[Redacted] I once told my pops I hated school, he gave me 60 bux a week and I made it through
9 hours ago via Facebook for iPhone"

This was posted by a former classmate of mine from the school where I spent my last year of grade school. Said school was for kids who went crazy (like me), got arrested, got kicked out of everywhere else in town, or some combination of the three.

This kid, internets, this kid was a real gem. I can believe this actually happened, based on what I remember from back then:

1) His dad threw money at several expensive tutors and the kid still flunked multiple classes (even though said tutors wrote his papers for him) because he didn't even try and acted dumber than a box of rocks to begin with. I'm amazed he even graduated.

2) He totaled his dad's top-of-the-line Mercedes going over 100mph while fleeing from the police. His punishment? Grounded for a week. That's it -- no jail time, nothing. While dear old dad sold ONE of their McLarens and bought another Mercedes to replace the totaled one.

How do people like this wind up being the rich and powerful ones that get to coast through life? In what fair and just world do things work out like this?

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I can't. I just can't.

Cheers.
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Dear self,

When you're depressed and generally having a bad day in brain chemistry land, it might not be the best idea to poke around in [livejournal.com profile] ohnotheydidnt. Instead of chuckling over the hilarious gifs and whatnot, you'll most likely just wind up having to resist the overpowering urge to reach through the screen and murder someone. That is, on top of the previous emotional problems.

Just sayin',
[livejournal.com profile] emerald_skies


So, basically, my creativity is temporarily shot and it's been a weird couple of days in terms of being extra irritable/depressed at the littlest things (even getting an 80 on the Sports Nutrition test i thought I failed left me miffed...wtf?) Thanks for putting up with all the real life posts -- and subsequent lack of actually interesting fannish posts. Have this old-but-classic video:

'Starry nights, city lights comin' down over me...' )

I'd post a clip of him singing Hey Ya -- I still can't make it all the way through the song without laughing -- but I don't have on onhand. Hope this makes up for the otherwise emo-tastic nature of this post.

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"We are rarely proud when we are alone..." -- Voltaire

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Cheers.
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Oh internets, I am so ragingly, boilingly angry at so many things today it's actually kind of impressive.

First of all, my fucking above!neighbors are blaring their music (as you do) WITH THEIR WINDOWS OPEN.

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The only reason I'm not calling the fucking cops as we speak is because it's been a bad couple of days in brain chemistry land and I want to consult Le Boyfriend to make sure I'm not overreacting before I do anything rash.

Second of all, I've seen some appallingly ignorant, asshole-ish, straight-up infuriating comments about those gay kids who killed themselves, Spirit Day in their honor, and so on.

Cut because this might get rather long, ranty, incoherent, and will probably feature some spectacularly bad language )

I hope that made at least some sort of sense, I've been pretty emotional for the last couple of days and it probably bled over into what I was saying. I apologize in advance if I accidentally insulted anyone due to poor phrasing. Point it out to me if so and I'll correct it ASAP -- I checked it over as carefully as I could but I could have conceivably missed something.

Sorry about the srs bznss post, folks, I just had a lot of proverbial poison I needed to bleed out of my system. See the previous post for something a bit more light-hearted (such as Glee reaction posts).

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Cheers.
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Dear kid in my class this morning,

I realize that college is the perfect time for wild and crazy shenanigans. I also realize that I'm in no position whatsoever to judge you for stupid decisions.

However, when you show up to class so drunk that people three rows away can smell you? Not to mention rambling loudly about how drunk you are? You really shouldn't be surprised at the looks you got in response.

Sincerely,
[livejournal.com profile] emerald_skies (the red-haired girl sitting three rows behind and two seats over from you)

P.S. - Even money says I did at least thirty points better than you on the test.


Dear inconsiderate dicksucks above me,

Are you seriously at this ear-assaultingly loud bullshit again? Even after two noise complaints from us and at least one more from other people in the building?

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Le Boyfriend just managed to talk me out of calling the cops on you right now. You have one day's grace period before I call them anyway, Le Boyfriend be damned. I am so fucking done with this crap.

Sincerely hoping your speakers blow out,
[livejournal.com profile] emerald_skies


Ugh, between this crap, my cramps, and the fact that some crazies scared PJ off Twitter/Tumblr a few days ago, I'm pretty much ready for a PMS-fueled rampage. At least Glee's on in an hour.

Cheers.
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Argh, sometimes Facebook really makes me hate the people I went to grade school with. If I see one more post about some fabulous exotic vacation or a ridiculously fancy car, I might be forced to hunt these people down and put them out of my misery.

*grumbles about obnoxious rich kids*

Also, I think I just got my first drunk Skype. For some reason, I find this irrationally hilarious.

Cheers.
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Internets, I officially hate my neighbors. Two noise complaints later, I woke up at about 8:00 this morning and was shuffling around Le Flat (waiting for the caffeine to kick in), and what am I confronted with? The ever familiar, ever rage-inducing BOOMF BOOMF BOOMF BOOMF BOOMF of my neighbors' speakers (from above this time).

Who honestly needs to blast their shitty, generic R&B at EIGHT FIFTEEN IN THE GODDAMN MORNING?! I ask you. Is this trendy? Did I miss something?

Ugh. Anyway, since either a) my R.A. hasn't done anything, b) the neighbors are exceptionally asshole-ish stubborn, or c) some combination of both, I am now plotting revenge. Mostly in the form of putting my tiny stereo on the highest shelf I can find in Le Flat with the speakers pointed at the ceiling and blasting the most terrifying death metal I can find (said tiny stereo is shockingly loud). But internets, I'm torn over choices in death metal based on what I have, which is where y'all come in:

[Poll #1613168]

I know this comes across as really fucking immature, but god damn it I can't take a whole semester of this, I need to nip it in the bud.

In the mean time, stay tuned for True Blood write-ups later today/tonight (omg the season is almost over, when did that happen O_o)... Ack! Gotta run, class is starting soon

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Cheers.

ETA: I FAIL AT BIRTHDAYS YET AGAIN fjkldshakjlhfgdjklrahg

Um.

Happy (belated) birthday to [livejournal.com profile] liketheroad, [livejournal.com profile] feminesque, and [livejournal.com profile] christinareborn -- hope y'all had a good time <3

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