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posted by [personal profile] recrudescence at 10:41pm on 12/04/2011 under , ,
Why do I always forget that dyeing my hair always makes me feel awesome?

...God, my hair looks awesome.

Okay, I'm not actually writing right now, but I'm done with one reversebang and nearly done with the other and I just need a break before I decide to scrap every single word and start from scratch.

YVI. CHILLAX. THE WORLD WILL KEEP TURNING. THERE STILL WILL BE RAIN ON THAT PLAIN DOWN IN SPAIN.

Think I might do some musicspam soon. Angry female artists sounds good.

Whatever. Hair!

Mood:: 'determined' determined
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Note to self:



THIS IS A SOURCE OF GREAT FRUSTRATION.

I seem to be self-medicating with 90s movies again. As opposed to, say, writing anything, academic or fic-wise. I turned down a free ticket to The Vagina Monologues so I could stay in and Get Work Done, which has not been the case at all. This is one of those days where I feel like I never quite woke up, you know?
Mood:: 'exhausted' exhausted
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posted by [personal profile] recrudescence at 09:19pm on 16/03/2008 under ,
I kind of want to laugh insanely and kind of want to throw things.

Remix fic is at 800 words (and completely disjointed, omg), GHL fic is at 3000, and I have 700 words based on another GHL prompt I haven't actually claimed but may very well have to. I tried to edit a couple collabs, then concluded that I don't have the patience for wading through anything that lengthy just yet. Basically, I feel like I've been vastly unproductive this weekend.

So now it's time for a mindless palate-cleanser of a meme, by way of [livejournal.com profile] karaokegal, before it's back to the old grindstone. And possibly pizza. Stuffed crust, ohyesplz.

memeage regarding the enjoyment of being a girl )
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posted by [personal profile] recrudescence at 03:59pm on 07/03/2008 under , ,
Should be writing one of the things I have deadlines for, but I'm fretting over it all instead. I feel like I have no real niche, as far as writing goes, like I'm a jack of all trades who does all of them with admirable half-assery and isn't particularly known for anything. On one hand, it's nice not to feel pigeonholed. On the other, it's annoying not to feel consistent. And then I get to over-thinking everything I type, which is about as far from productive as you can get.

So it's back to [livejournal.com profile] prompt_a_day to clear my head. Written in two minutes:

Prompt 322: Hidden in my closet

Down in the dirt-floored wine cellar of a tiny old inn where Anja bruised her fists buffeting on the iron-bound oak door. You can still see the scratch marks, my grandmother used to tell me. I never believed her, but I would lean forward on the rug and wait to hear more—her voice always went slow and eerie when she told these stories. Anja was the prettiest thing she’d ever seen, she would say, and all the grown-ups fussed over her and she made the best marks in school and pulled my grandmother’s hair during recess. Her parents owned the inn and never used the cellar, so she goaded the girl inside and locked her there for days at a time until she’d forgotten she’d done it. Anja was never the same once they’d brought her back out. She gave me a picture, black and white, two girls in the 1930s, one blond and downcast, the other freckled and smiling brightly. I keep it in my closet and don’t ever take it out. I didn’t ever think for a second that it was true, that my grandmother was capable of locking little girls up and blithely turning it into a fairy tale afterward, like some reborn creation of Hansel and Gretel’s witch. And then Great-aunt Tziporah told me, years later, when my grandmother was a white-eyed wisp in a wheelchair and even eerier in her obliviousness, yes, it was all true.

ETA: I love the stuff that comes out of [livejournal.com profile] get_house_laid. House and Cuddy get married and have deaf twins. And also sex. And it is all flagrantly non-sucky. Seriously.
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posted by [personal profile] recrudescence at 07:02pm on 24/09/2007 under ,
I AM GOING TO MISS HOUSE TOMORROW.

My boss asks me what I'm doing tomorrow evening, I innocently reply "watching House," and he basically goes, "okay, great, want to go to an event?"

Apparently House is not more worthy than a networking dinner. And the bitch of it is, I can't even leave early once I get all the cool kids' business cards BECAUSE THE DAMN THING IS ON A BOAT. WHAT A CUNNING PLAN THAT IS. I'd damn well better get a sponsor out of this.

Gaaaaah! This is my frustrated face! Now I have to catch the ep secondhand.

Hey, speaking of annoying TV-related things, does anyone else get really grossed out by those Axe commercials? Because every time I see those French maids eating chicken, I change the channel and gag a little.

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