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no news / treading water / etc
Jun. 15th, 2013 01:02 pm-but screw it I am going to this tonight, alone because all my bostonfriends SUCK, but fuck it DAR AND AN ORCHESTRA i don't even care
-if you are wondering what kind of shitty friend i am it is the kind who will finish and line-edit a fic in the middle of helping you move house and then bug you aggressively for your new wifi password in order to post it. In my defence, that was when movers were doing virtually everything, and I'd previously been helping C pack things in a still rather chaotic house; things I found included $6.61, a May 2008 electric bill addressed to an apartment in Bumfuck, OH, Ting's pin number, enough hair and toenail clippings under the bed to make an entire new Ting, and an opened condom. This entire move thing ruins my social life because about 50% of my social life consisted of randomly doing grocery runs with Ting.
-no news is. Everything should be presaged with 'trying to'. I am trying to write, trying to run, trying to study, trying to work, trying to be a non-shitty friend, trying to read stuff and believe in things and remember I exist and bake non-shitty caeks. The running is the only part that is actually going at all well, largely because it is Grendel who provides most of the enthusiasm and effort. I started Silk by Caitlin R Kiernan, couldn't find it for days and was devastated, then it showed up under the coffee table at no 14. I want to kill the Dingbat. Community is now one of the three TV shows I like. It is pretty good. (This is a lie in that I have watched an entire three episodes of Sherlock and like it, but only one at a time every so often.) There was an episode that gave me the odd experience of thinking, 'one time, I wrote that unironically, and I meant it, and I still do.'
-as social activities go, i would encourage telling your friendgroup which characters on Community they are and then a) watching them argue about who gets to be Jeff, b) later telling them you totally lied about which character they are. Everyone says I am Britta :( We collectively and democratically decided that no one is magical enough to be Abed but then M and me got home and secretly decreed that Grendel is Abed.
-'sort of like praying I'm just not there' i miss having a personality (whilst sober)
-btw if you ever want to set of a total siege response/compliant response meltdown, try jokingly asking me to do something, walking away, and wait for me to finish doing it and then come scream at you for asking me to do it.
-if you are wondering what kind of shitty friend i am it is the kind who will finish and line-edit a fic in the middle of helping you move house and then bug you aggressively for your new wifi password in order to post it. In my defence, that was when movers were doing virtually everything, and I'd previously been helping C pack things in a still rather chaotic house; things I found included $6.61, a May 2008 electric bill addressed to an apartment in Bumfuck, OH, Ting's pin number, enough hair and toenail clippings under the bed to make an entire new Ting, and an opened condom. This entire move thing ruins my social life because about 50% of my social life consisted of randomly doing grocery runs with Ting.
-no news is. Everything should be presaged with 'trying to'. I am trying to write, trying to run, trying to study, trying to work, trying to be a non-shitty friend, trying to read stuff and believe in things and remember I exist and bake non-shitty caeks. The running is the only part that is actually going at all well, largely because it is Grendel who provides most of the enthusiasm and effort. I started Silk by Caitlin R Kiernan, couldn't find it for days and was devastated, then it showed up under the coffee table at no 14. I want to kill the Dingbat. Community is now one of the three TV shows I like. It is pretty good. (This is a lie in that I have watched an entire three episodes of Sherlock and like it, but only one at a time every so often.) There was an episode that gave me the odd experience of thinking, 'one time, I wrote that unironically, and I meant it, and I still do.'
-as social activities go, i would encourage telling your friendgroup which characters on Community they are and then a) watching them argue about who gets to be Jeff, b) later telling them you totally lied about which character they are. Everyone says I am Britta :( We collectively and democratically decided that no one is magical enough to be Abed but then M and me got home and secretly decreed that Grendel is Abed.
-'sort of like praying I'm just not there' i miss having a personality (whilst sober)
-btw if you ever want to set of a total siege response/compliant response meltdown, try jokingly asking me to do something, walking away, and wait for me to finish doing it and then come scream at you for asking me to do it.
