Yvi

Pet peeve time!

1) If you do not run your fic by a beta, please do not announce it in your author's note. What's the point? I can't imagine it's going to get you any readers.

2) PHASE vs. FAZE, omg. You go through a phase. You may be fazed by it. I see this mistake so often I almost started to doubt myself.

3) Criminal Minds, you're already on my bad side for what you're doing to JJ and Prentiss. Can you at least throw me a bone and make Garcia's lipstick a little less garish? I'm trying to find something to be pleased with, but you're really making me work for it.

4) Glee, Jacob Ben Israel is expendable and don't you forget it.

5) Inception, it really kind of irks me that every main character except Yusuf gets one of those big nifty mosaic-framed promo shots. Or if he did get one, I've certainly never seen it. Chubby brown guys need to get repped, too.

...hi, I'm a little cranky. I think I'll go finish S1 of Carnivale.

The thing about taking sick days in this culture is that you're really not supposed to do it. Which is a hell of an influence on someone who's as easily guilt-tripped as I am.

If you're having surgery or something, sure, but anything short of that you're meant to just suck up and work through. Even if it hurts to stand up and you'd be spreading your germs to all your students.

I find it a little ridiculous, but I'm going to try and make it through my morning classes anyway. That way, even if I go home for the afternoon, my classes can get allocated to the other teachers.

Uggggggh, I just wanna go back to bed.

So, I have this problem.

I need groceries. Hate grocery shopping, need groceries.

I've got cereal, PB&J fixings, and a few things in cans (only the can opener is MIA, so that doesn't count). Oh, and salad dressing and soy sauce and nothing to put it on. I could run across the street to the Family Mart and grab some things to tide me over, only I'm tired and kind of sick and I feel lame buying food at a convenience store so regularly.

Possibly some latent fear of being seen as that white girl who always gets ice cream and OMFG DO ALL AMERICANS EAT LIKE THAT??? Which is, like, beyond solipsistic. But it's getting later and I'm getting hungrier and I don't want a sandwich. My kingdom for a college meal plan...

I pretty much love all of you right now and will be better about commenting once I'm awake. So, so glad this week is over and I can collapse for a little while.

In the meantime, go here to give and receive love:

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They took her off the machines and all medicine but morphine yesterday.

This seriously came out of nowhere--the woman's had cancer so many times, but always pulled through; she still lived on her own, in the same house she raised her kids in; she had relatives who looked out for her; she still had her own circle of friends she went out with; she was a former Navy nurse who served in WWII and took no crap from anyone.

As they go, I think dying at age ninety-one, surrounded by family, and painlessly is pretty high up there.

I was a little snappish to my TA, apologized and told her what was going on, and she started crying.

Reeeeally wish I wasn't teaching that damn "When I Am Old With You" story just now. And also that I wasn't so freaking far away.

WhatwhatWHAT?

My grandmother is in intensive care because there's some kind of trouble with one of her heart valves, and now she's sedated for trying to remove her IVs. Spry old dame for ninety.

lol kinda scared here lol

I suppose I should post a poem before the month is out, hm?


You said: "I'll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried like something dead.

How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I've spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally."
You won't find a new country, won't find another shore.
This city will always pursue you.
You'll walk the same streets, grow old
in the same neighborhoods, turn gray in these same houses.
You'll always end up in this city. Don't hope for things elsewhere:
there's no ship for you, there's no road.
Now that you've wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you've destroyed it everywhere in the world.

-- C.P. Cavafy

God, you guys...I have no idea what I want to do with my life.

One day, I'll want to teach in Thailand. The next day, I'll want to own a bookshop in Barcelona. The day after that, I'll be wondering if I should actually try my hand at submitting some writing to an actual publication, or maybe writing that thesis on drag kings my anthro adviser vetoed senior year.

I think my head is going to explode. I'm ready to move on, but I don't know where.

Yesterday was my half-birthday, this week is my father's birthday, and I really need to avoid reading Aftershocks when I'm trying to write.

I need to avoid reading anything when I'm trying to write, because then I start hemming and hawing over every little thing and eventually just end up throwing in the towel for the day.

Trimmed the minionfic I thought was done, trimmed the Bigbang fic, started on an Across the Universe fic just for the hell of it. Every now and then, it's fun to dip my toes into a completely random fandom and chuck out a piece or two.

In sum, I need to staple a Post-It to my head reminding myself that I do not, in fact, fail at life for not having the exact same writing style as Author X. I am not a genius wordsmith, but when I STFU and just write, I do okay.

I think tomorrow I'm going to stencil a shirt. Also, I've been ridiculously tired for the past few weeks. Is this what seasonal depression feels like? Or...scurvy, or something? I've been taking my vitamins and trying to get a decent amount of sleep every night, but it feels like my body just wants to hibernate. I hope it isn't some variation on depression, since I adore fall and adore not having to shell out for heating this year. I'm overdue for a physical; maybe I'll look into scheduling one and bringing this up.

For fuck's sake, kids.

No, you are not special enough to get your very own post in house_wilson just to spew your squees. See that? The after-airing post? Take your cooing and squealing and discussing and stick it the fuck there.

I don't even have that comm on my flist, but just skimming it is enough.

Hi, I'm cranky, how're you? Didn't fall asleep till after five this morning, after plunking out a G-rated drabble thing. What's wrong with me?

housefic has still not deemed me worthy of membership. Damn it, that's the last hetfic I write in this fandom if there's nowhere to post het.

Clearly, Licia, I should've just written you GAY POARN. Why didn't I think of that?!!?!