masterofmidgets: (fight song)
Three Things (The Awkward Tuesday Edition)

1. Awkward: having one of my professors unexpectedly sit down in the seat next to me at an event while I was checking my flist on my laptop. (Luckily, this was Awesome Media Studies Prof, so instead of being weirded out she just asked me which fandoms I was in.) Extra Special Super Awkward: having on my professors unexpectedly come up from behind me while I'm standing outside the room talking to [personal profile] colourofsaying about whether the German NT recruits by dick size, and how we can get more evidence to corroborate this theory. Auuuuugh.

2. I got my eyes examined yesterday! It was a good excuse to get out of class, because as it turns out California in spring is INCREDIBLY BRIGHT OMG OW. It's been about eight years since I had an eye exam, and I forgot how weird getting your eyes dilated feels. Anyway, apparently my sight's gotten worse since the last time, so this weekend I am dragging Freshman Guy into town to help me pick out glasses. Oh boy. I am thinking chunky black hipster douchebag glasses, y/y?

3. Watching To The Ends of the Earth a couple of weeks ago reminded me how much I love Age of Sail stories, so I've started in on O'Brian's Aubrey-Maturin series and omggggg Jack and Stephen are in love. It reminds me of Sherlock Holmes in a way - even without reading any sexual desire into it, the foundation of the series is very obviously meant to be the intensely devoted emotional relationship between the two male leads. It really is quite lovely. Me being me, of course, I'm also keeping track of Gayest Moments Of Hot Naval Love, from Jack and Stephen's flirtatious meet cute at a dinner party to Jack killing several men in the face for kidnapping Stephen in Spain. I'm only a couple books in, but thus far, this scene takes the cake, for sheer inexplicableness if nothing else:

[context: during shore leave in Bombay, Stephen meets his and Jack's mutual ex Diana and he and Jack almost fight about it when he's late reporting back to the ship because he's with her. Jack tries to mend bridges by taking Stephen up into the rigging and flirting with him. Because yeah.]

"'Why,' said Stephen, 'I am obliged to you for the sight of it, sure.'
'But it does raise your heart, you know, whatever you may say,' said Jack. 'It raises it a hundred feet above the deck. Ha ha - I can get a good thing now and then, given time - oh ha ha ha! You never smoked it - you were not aware of my motions.'

When Jack was as amused as this, so intensely amused throughout his whole massive being, belly and all, with his scarlet face glorious and shining and his blue eyes darting mirth from their narrowed slits, it was impossible to resist. Stephen felt his mouth widen involuntarily, his diaphragm contract, and his breath beginning to come in short thick pants.

"But I am truly grateful to you, my dear," he said, "for having brought me to this proud perilous eminency, this quasi-apex, this apogee; you have indeed lifted my heart, in the spirit and the flesh, and I am now resolved to mount up daily."
masterofmidgets: (dealing)
Having a toothache a week after my mom's boyfriend almost died of an infected tooth = REALLY NOT REASSURING THANKS.

At least in my case it's probably not life-threatening, just a wisdom tooth that hasn't come through all the way. More irritating than painful, even. Still, the last thing I want to be worrying about on top of everything else is that my teeth are going to try to kill me. *sigh* Has anyone actually had a good August? Everyone I have talked to lately has been having the Month of Epic Suck. September can't come soon enough.

Had a good evening with my mom, mostly spent at the bookstore because boyfriend just finished off his pain meds and thus is (understandably) a grumpy insomniac jerk. Discussion topics included: my cousin's drug abuse, pagan altars, sewing new curtains for the living room, serial killers who eat their victims. All bad feelings were banished with pudding and watching the rabbit hop around the backyard dragging a banana.

Plans for tomorrow: working on the sex pollen fic, sanding down dowels to use as hairsticks, watching videos that aren't Firefly with hanjuuluver. My life, it is just jampacked with excitement and adventure!
masterofmidgets: (hug)
You know, I distinctly remember when I was back in high school never getting migraines. That was really nice.

OW OW MOTHERFUCKER OW.

Forgoing class in favor of curling up in a ball of misery and pain with the lights off (yes I'm still on the computer, shut up). At least roommate is not here to bother me, although I wish all her stuff wasn't packed up because I'd really like to raid her medicine drawer for some painkillers since I'm out of everything.

Best distraction ever: thinking up ludicrous plot lines to stories where various characters have kittens for some reason. Because sexy guys+adorable kittens=win. I'm almost tempted to write the one where Chekov tries to sneak an alien kitten onto the Enterprise and Spock is disapproving so of course the cat loves him and Kirk tries to be all Captainly but he can't with a tiny kitten in his lap and McCoy is grumpy at everyone because he's allergic. Also the one where the boys are on a job and a kitten starts following after Dean and he is all gruff manly men don't like kittens but then Sam catches him feeding it his cheeseburger and he admits how much he wanted a pet when they were kids.

Um. Where has all my angst gone? Between this, Advance and Retreat, and the still in-progress tiny!Booster fic, everything I'm writing lately is sweet enough to frost a cake.
masterofmidgets: (wtf)
My immune system can go fuck itself.

Are we really back to playing the 'let's randomly be allergic to things for no reason whatsoever' game? SERIOUSLY? I have been dyeing my hair for three years now. And my immune system is just now deciding that vegetable dye = OMG NO WE ARE UNDER ATTACK DEFEND DEFEND DEFEND?

I'm not actually sure I'm allergic to my hair dye. But since I never wear make-up of any sort or use any kind of lotion or face cream or ANYTHING really, it's the prime suspect for why I would suddenly be getting hives. SO NOT ON, BODY. FUCK YOU.

I was trying to make some Nightwing icons (the artist on the books I'm reading right now draws a lovely Dick), but I was distracted by wanting to scrape my face off with a dull knife. So...not doing that. Instead I will be over here, taking my pills and hating my stupid sucky immune system.
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This was going to be a nice long post about the SLE final of doom, the last week at Stanford before break, and how it feels being home from school for the first time.

But then, as tends to happen after I take trips involving means of mass transit (ie planes), I got sick. Bleh. So now I am just sort of lying here feeling pathetic and head-achey and toothachey (thank you body!) and feverish and just generally awful, and hoping I survive an outing to the museum tomorrow with my grandma and my aunt.

Please to be killing me now?

 

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