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…And am apparently corrupting people in my real life and dragging them into fanfiction! Really, that was a surprise. I was not at all expecting Harper to follow me into the endless abyss…even though she found this place first, like, way back in the summer and linked me to it.

Okay, so these past two weeks have been a lot busier than I expected it to be. In the past few days, I have:

- Memorized a Dylan Thomas poem for an exam last Thursday. Rage, rage against the dying of the light!

- Started the first half of a take-home exam for my American History class. It is 175 questions and this is only the first half. I got the rest on Monday and I am not looking forward to starting it in the slightest.

- Continued working on (and am nearly finished with) emeriin's (incredibly, incredibly late) birthday fic. I would have been done sooner, but it was like more and more people just keep whispering in my ear and wanting to show up in the story. At the time of this posting, it’s at 9,000 words and there is still some more left to write. I am honestly a little afraid of my brain right now.

- Celebrated the fact that my good friend McBuff not only answered his phone when I called him on Saturday, but he’s coming home this week for Thanksgiving! I know that Forest Ranger School is important to him, but I haven’t seen him since he left back in August and I’ve missed him so, so much these past few months. Everything feels different without him around.

- Hidden from Creepy Mike, who apparently goes to Buff State now. I don’t think he saw me, but I think I’m going to need McBuff’s help with this if it gets any worse. For the most part, the weird texts have stopped, but he keeps drunk-dialing me on the weekends and I’m a little worried about it.

- Seriously considered quitting my pathetic cashiering job – for real, this time – because the crazy shit I have to deal with on a regular basis is starting to get to me.

- Had the songs Push It and Hatefuck stuck in my head at varying intervals at work, which isn’t all that bad, but it’s rather hard to deal with because neither one is exactly “work-appropriate” enough to sing out loud while I clean the coffee area.

- Picked up Tessa from the bus station. She’s also back for the week, and I’ve got to say that I missed her. A little. I’ll probably retract this statement later, but it’s true.

- Been asked by one of my teachers, who is also the head research librarian at my school, to be his undergraduate assistant for next semester! It’ll count as an independent study, and I’ll mostly just take attendance and help him grade papers, but I’ll get to learn how he runs the library and a lot of other important stuff. Plus, he’s agreed to help me with my applications for the grad program at UB when the time comes for it and to make sure that I’m definitely on the right track for a degree in library science! Hooray!

- Fallen flat on my face in front of a lot of people…again. In my excitement at my conversation with my teacher, I was not watching where I was going and fell down most of the library’s third-floor staircase. I’m fine, but I’ve got this huge purple bruise on my hip that doesn’t look like it’ll be going away any time soon. If anyone asks, I'm telling them that I have a trial membership in a fight club.

- Tried to verbalize exactly why I hate The Lovely Bones so damn much. Still trying to, in fact. Right now it’s at a level that’s about even with my feelings towards The Time-Traveler’s Wife, but it’s still considerably less than Eat, Pray, Love.

- Pretty much given up on NaNoWriMo for this year. In the past month, I have written roughly 3,500 words about my modern-day Frankenstein story. Compare that to the 20,405 (and counting) words I’ve written about TGWTG? Yeah…I am extremely disappointed in myself over this – not for what I’ve written, because I look at all writing as good in the fact that it’s a means to get better at the craft, but because Jesus, I had plans! Stitches was supposed to be Twilight meets Frankenstein except cranked up to eleven and with main characters that you actually cared about! It was going to be sad and funny and have jokes about dead people! There was going to be magic and mad science! I’m going to put it away for now, maybe retool it into a short story over my winter break, but I am very sad about the fact that I couldn’t discipline myself enough to get this done.

So…yeah. School and work and real life in general has been eating up pretty much all my time, lately, but I’m trying to catch up with all you awesome internet people. There’s fic to write! Memes to finish! Reviews to leave and stories to read and lots of fun things to flail over!

I’ve got school until six and I’m going to dinner with McBuff (and maybe Harper if she’s free) tonight, but my couple-days break starts on Wednesday and I’ll definitely see you all later.

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Yay, you're around! When Harper messaged me about getting into the comm, I told her I hadn't seen you in a while and was getting worried (and not just because I wanna see this epic birthday fic ;) ), so I'm glad you haven't died. :)

I am indeed the opposite of dead! Harper told me about that, and at first I was like, "people are worried about me?" and then I realized that she'd just told me that she wrote Hooker!Verse fic and I think my excited flailing distracted me from the first part of that thought. ;)

"Epic" is indeed a good word to describe your birthday fic, lol. It's turning into yet another monstrous thing and I'm getting a little worried at just how long it's getting. It's set up like this: every character we've seen so far - Sage, Critic, Chick, Penny, Liz, etc. - at a moment in time over the course of an entire day (specifically, on the day/night of November 11th, when this was supposed to be up...*shakes head sadly*). So, like, at 5:30 AM we see what Critic has to deal with when he comes home from the club, and then at 6:01 we see what Film Brain is up to, and so on and so forth in that vein. Some of the sections can stand on their own, but as the time gets closer and closer to the hour the club opens, they start to overlap more and more. It starts with Sage and ends with Mary and I'm really proud of what I have so far, and I can't wait to hear what you think once it's finally finished and posted. :)

:D That sounds kickass! This looks like it's going to be a Hooker!Verse week, with your epic, me doing three more important fics with canon details people need to know (did the first last night) and Harper's planning something since she asked what street the club was on today. *bounces with ego-stroked glee*

I'm sorry. All I heard from that was "MOAR HOOKER!VERSE!"

Best of luck with your exam doll.

Hey, congrats on corrupting more people, I mean dragging them into TGWTG fanfiction lol. Nice work there ;) And yay for the undergratuate assistant job, that's so awesome. Go you! *hugs*

I was worried about where you'd gone to so yay to having you back. I've posted another TGWTG fic while life's been eating you up, all about Iron Liz trying to work out why Harvey Finevoice has started baking. It's been that it sounds, I think? lol. Anyhoow, if you get any time, I hope you enjoy and I'd love your thoughts, if that isn't totally cheeky: http://funkyinfishnet.livejournal.com/195799.html#cutid1

Tried to verbalize exactly why I hate The Lovely Bones so damn much.
Oh sweet dear god do not get me started on the Lovely Bones. Just...gah. The pseudo-religious tone, the glorification of the crime that occurred, the ego-stroking it just...argh.

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