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Dear Self:

I realize that looming threat of graduating college (with an arts degree!) and having to get a ~real job~ like an actual grown-up is going to be this summer's great source of anxiety and gratuitous family meddling (and really, what would summer be if you weren't freaking out over something?). HOWEVER. I do feel the need to step in and say that 3am in the middle of your second week home is maybe not the best time to start researching federal pay grades and the Peace Corps. Just saying.

My Regards,

The Department of Can't I Just Stay In College Forever?

Still alive. Being consumed by the combined forces of Dracula and Sherman Alexie. When I get home for break I am not reading anything more complicated than Marvel Adventures. Distracted myself for over an hour from actual work by singing into my computer for

scans_daily, because the internet needs to have audio proof that I am a dork. Also, this:

And now I really want to read some coat porn.

Some Things, In No Particular Order

Still job-hunting. I'm waiting for more information from the Jobs Initiative people on when the orientation/workshop is. Yesterday I applied for a job at Borders, waiting to hear from them. Looking for other stuff and refusing to be stressed about it. Although I may have to kill my entire family, who are masters of meddling and unsolicited advice and are driving me crazy.
Did Father's Day dinner at my grandma and grandpa's on Sunday, which was pleasant. My uncle's wife is a really neat person, even though she's still adjusting to the States, and my baby cousin is the cutest toddler in the history of the universe. He's three so he spent the entire evening bouncing off the walls, but he's still cute.
Apparently two of my great-great-uncles on my dad's side were presidents of El Salvador. Before they got assassinated. No, I don't know which ones, but still pretty neat.
I'm halfway through the second season of Dexter, the third season of Teen Titans, and the fourth season of Supernatural. So, you know, I've been watching a fuckton of television, obviously.
I know I've been badly spoiled by the SGA and SPN fandoms, which have a pretty high proportion of sheer brilliant crack and kinky fucks, respectively, but NCIS has a terrible fandom. I cannot believe how depressingly hard it is to find good, IC Gibbs/Tony. I've only read like ten fics I actually liked, and most of them were by Nix.
My continued inability to do a non-rubbish four-strand braid or a french-braid of any sort is seriously annoying. How hard can it possibly be to braid hair, self?
I got nailed by a goathead this afternoon. OWOWOW. For those of you who don't live in the desert, they are also known as puncturevine, they grow everywhere, they shed large, hard-as-rock spiny stickers that are capable of puncturing a bike tire, they FUCKING HURT.
I am pretty much about to die of boredom. Whyyyyyyyy can't I find anything to do for more than five minutes?

Things I Learned Today:

The word for the Japanese-American economic relationship (にちべいかんのけいざいてきかんけい、in case you were wondering). Also that salarymen have strange and complicated social lives.
That Japanese cinema is a strange and wonderful thing. Tampopo was equal parts delightful (I REALLY want ramen now) and WTF (did NOT need to see sexytiem hijinks involving SHRIMP).
That the door in the basement between the stairs and the laundry room locks now. Which, uh, freaked me the fuck out, I must admit, since I find our basement creepy as all hell. If I had been locked in down there because I didn't bother to take my ID to do laundry, I would have been PISSED.
That Stanford has more awesome people than I ever seem to realize, including other people who ship Sulu/Chekov. *waves to Introductory*
That I will never, it seems, find an equilibrium temperature for my fridge where my frozen things stay frozen and my refridgerated things do not. But ice cream sandwiches that have melted out of shape and refrozen, while difficult to eat, are still delicious!

Ack, I keep starting to post and then running out of things to say and closing down and never coming back to it. So. What I have been doing:

Work! We started taking calls this week, which has been so much fun, in an utterly terrifying way. I mean, hands up, who finds it dismaying that I'm being paid to deal with people's credit reports and tell them how to raise their credit scores so they can get loans, mortgages, etc? But in all honesty, I'm really liking the work, I like dealing with the customers, and I got my first save today! Which is weird, because I couldn't get the nice, polite people who said they liked the product to change their minds about cancelling, but I /did/ convince the pissed off couple from New Jersey. And I'm still pissed off about a guy who hung up on me yesterday after the people who transferred him to me lied about what I could do for him. Stupid fucking synergy people who transfer all their calls to us so they won't take the cancel hits.
Batman! I fiiiiiiiiinally saw The Dark Knight on Sunday. AND OMG SO AWESOME. I think I liked Iron Man better, because, hello, I LOVE TONY, while my Batverse interest is mostly directed towards the various Robins (Nightwing/Arsenal and Tim/Kon/Bart FTW!), but Batman was still completely and utterly phenomenal. Not flawless - Rachael's fridging and the replacement of Babs with random boychild Gordon pissed me off (even if I didn't care one bit about Rachael, fridging in general is lame), Bale's performance was not spectacular - and the Batman!voice was so unbelievably annoying - and it went on longer than was probably necesssary, but for the most part, wow. NO complaints about Ledger's Joker, since he creeped me the fuck out in the most serious way, Harvey Dent was pretty and then less pretty and more crazy but wonderful the whole way, and GORDON, LOVE GORDON. So yeah, great movie, would fangirl again.
Writing...not so much? Still working the Boostle wedding ring fic - it's maybe halfway done, still have to get through dead/un-dead!Booster, Superbuddies-era, and the OMAC/Infinite Crisis Ted!Death of Extreme Emo. May or may not bring it up to current continuity (which is shot-by-Max-and-then-incincerated-dead!Ted -> time-travel-rescue!Ted -> horrible apocalyptic Max-controlled!future -> sacrificing-himself-for-the-greater-good-of-the-time-stream(but really so Booster won't disappear forever)dead!Ted -> more emo Booster (with bonus non-emo time-travel-rescued-not-dead!sister)). So you can see how this poses some issues in plotting out/writing. Also working on plots (no actual writing involved yet, woe), for two original fiction type things - the first is from a drabble I did a while back about Jake, the superhero whose boyfriend dies to save two passenger trains full of people. He, uh, kind of got stuck in my head, and now I want to write a novel about him, and how he starts out a not very nice person, and then being a hero and falling in love with Shane makes him a better person, and then losing Shane, and becoming the head of Shane's Justice League type thing even though he didn't want to, because he couldn't let Shane's dream die, just kind of kills him and makes him all bitter and angry. Could be fun, yes? The other one is a short story about the gods of spacers. Yeah, yeah, I know. Also I'm putting the finishing touches on a Torchwood AMV to Aimee Mann's song Deathly, which isn't writing but is fandom.
Jewelry! While I was at my mom's this weekend, we made earrings, since it was my birthday and I only had two pairs, which is kind of silly. So now I have one pair that are kind of heavy silver wings, one pair that are silver filigree leaves, and one pair that has these little crosses - like three for each earring - on different lengths of chain. So much fun!

Some things I learned today:

No matter what I do, my grandma will never be able to grasp the concept that when I have headphones on I am listening to music, and thus am not able to hear anything she says. We will never be able to stop having conversations that follow this general script.

Grandma: blah blah blah
Me: *notices her mouth moving silently and takes off headphones* Huh?
Grandma: *is obviously annoyed at my inattention* blah blah blah

Geting bashed on the head by a falling curtain rod is painful. Also, it is almost impossible to put a curtain rod back up without standing on the bed; you just end up looking like a spaz.

Even when you pair it with yaoi in an amv, which should make anything good, rap is still annoying and stupid. So are songs from The Sound of Music.

Cloud getting tentacle!snuggles from Sephiroth and Zack sounds bizarre, creepy, perverted, and just flat out icky, but is actually quite adorable. Really.

Nothing I write will ever end up as short as I think it is going to be. Ever. Just not happening.

Trying to use a knife that is up-side down is both a) ineffective and b) quite painful and bloody. Neither of which is really a good thing.

Current Mood: lethargic
Current Location: Bed
Current Music: The Rasmus - Shot

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