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October 15th, 2009

 I have been thinking lately about what I actually want to Do with my life. In a week or so we have to register for our spring semester classes and so I have been planning schedules (or watching roommate E. plan hers) and thinking about the Future.

What do I want to do with my life? HMMM? That is the question I have been asking. Potential careers that I am considering, in various combinations and with varying degrees of seriousness are the following: comic book artist, archaeologist, historian, professor, author, archivist, linguist, illustrator, queen of a peaceful tropical island, a writer of children's books, space dentist (which is what I wanted to be when I was four).

Right now I am thinking that i shall major in history and religion and minor in fiction writing or foreign languages. But I do not know, because that leaves out other things I love: art, theatre, dance, English literature, international relations, space dentistry. And after graduation I am thinking that I definitely want to do something in DC, because I love that marble city filled with nerds. Perhaps in the Smithsonian, or the Library of Congress, or the Archives, or at an embassy! I do not know. Mostly I just want to faff about and write books and draw pictures and play with kids and make cryptic notebooks and poke old things. Who will pay me to do this? I need to start sending out resumes immediately. Either that or the space station guys better start working on some serious cavities. 

October 6th, 2009

oh noes! HOW TIME PASSES.

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A week without posting! Awful. I am trying to be CONSISTENT here. 

College is still ok, except for when professors are like MY CLASS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE IN THE WORLD, AND YOU MAY NEVER MISS IT EVER EVEN IF YOU ARE ACTUALLY DEAD. I DO NOT CARE IF YOU HAVE A SIGNED NOTE FROM HADES.

I had my Shakespeare midterm, which I am pretty sure I aced. I did that clever thing where I kept the prompts right next to me and continually referred back to the requirements in order to actually fulfill them. Oh yeah, I have this "student" gig all figured out. 

This week is going to go by extremely slowly because it is leading up to FALL BREAK. Which I am very excited for. I have no idea what day of the week it is right now, though. I keep thinking it's Thursday.

My suitemates were screamingly drunk last night and their main question to be shouted the length of the hall was "Does Christina weigh as much as a baby?!?!" I am not sure why this query was repeated when it could have been solved so easily with Christina, a baby, and a scale. 

Other miscellaneous bits of news: we have fire drills in the middle of the night, my roommate has been mocking me for buying baguettes, I need to do 239847210 loads of laundry, our closets smell funky, I don't like my French professor that much, and I have to cut my hair short. This has been your dispatch from university! The More You Know.

September 23rd, 2009

it is time..

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 ..for a BITCH BITCH BITCH post. Time to Complain About My Shitty Life. I will keep it short, though.

So I have a scary lower-intestine infection and I am feeling pretty crappy. Today I am feeling so crappy that I only made it to my first class. Then my fever spiked back up, and I was like, "All right. Back to bed it is." I emailed my theatre professor to tell her that I was boiling over at 101 degrees and her response mostly consisted of the one awesome sentence: "I will need a doctor's note to excuse these absences."

And it's like, wait, what? You think I'm making this up? Seriously? Lady, if I was going to make shit up, it would be a lot cooler and less disgusting than Crohn's disease and an infection of the intestines. (Tekla Taylor: Most Attractive Woman in the World). I feel awful. Like, stabbing-pain-and-ten-thousand-degrees awful. And now I have to spend an hour on hold with my doctor's office to get him to, I don't know, fax some shit down here since I live an hour away. What an inconvenience. Honestly, I'm just kind of offended because it does imply that I am spreading wild falsehoods AND because it's a major hassle. Blarg. That is the only word for today. Just "blarg."

September 22nd, 2009

grocery adventures

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 So today I was lucky enough to get a lift to Wegman's with my new friend Beverly, who I am enjoying greatly (how first-grade is it to say 'my new friend," though? Did we play ponies together?) and I dropped another fifty bucks on delicious delicious edibles. 

I got pita, hummus, bagels, cream cheese, chicken pot pies, cookies, Cheezits, bananas, pineapple, vitamin water, yogurt, milk, a backpack..etc, etc. Yum. Then we stopped by the every-trusty Dollar General and got hooked up with a 12-piece cutlery set (I WANTED to be a regular person and just get one of those little college-student things with one fork and spoon and knife, but Dollar General thinks I should throw dinner parties) as well as a water bottle and shampoo and conditioner, which I actually needed. 

GOSH TEKLA HOW ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE YOUR POSTS INTERESTING?BY LISTING YOUR GROCERIES? AWESOME.

I get so idealistic when I go to the grocery store. Like, I imagine a world where I would make pasta and bake things and saute chicken and such. I actually love to cook (especially to bake things) but I would never do so while at school because the infrastructure required is extremely difficult to manage. I don't actually have any pots and pans, for instance. But even so, I have to constantly check my imagination and remind myself that I am in real life and not inside Rachel Ray's mind.

I have to recommend Swanson chicken pot pies, though. 89 cents and a whole dollar's worth of delicious. And now, I think, it's cookie time.

September 21st, 2009

the plot thickens

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 Soooo I just got a call from my doctor's office, and it turns out that I have a severe infection in my lower intestine. This is in addition to having Crohn's. ulcerative colitis, and anemia. And I've probably had it for the last two weeks. Fantastic. It explains the stabbing pains and fever, at least, because I just thought that was my Crohn's flaring up.

I'm terrified because if this hadn't been detected it could have morphed into a terrible, I-go-to-the-hospital kind of thing. Uncool. My immune system is in pieces on a good day, so this stuff scares me shitless. 

I am not going to turn this this into a "OMG I HAZ HEALTH PROBLEMS" thing. I am just kind of bummed about this. Every test I've gotten back from my doctor's visit last week has had bummer results, and I am just so done with feeling crappy. It is not my idea of a good time.

Now I am going to call my friend who has a car (important asset to any college student) and see if she would do me the amazing favor of giving me a ride to the nearest CVS so I can get the antibiotics that I need to start taking as soon as possible. Which means missing more class on top of my absences of last week (super).

How I dream of the days when I can eat cashews and live without pills. That would be pretty nice.


September 20th, 2009

new developments

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 Guys, I actually feel a little bit better. This is crazy. For months I have been feeling like I am being stabbed in the midsection with a rusty spork whenever I am trying to digest something, and today- It is like a much kinder stabbing! This is great. This is totally awesome. It still hurts, and I still get bloaty and gross (SEXY, I know), but PERHAPS this shall usher in a new era of Not Wanting to Die on a daily basis. That would be pretty boss.

I have actual academic obligations now (which I say as I blog, eat cheezits, and listen to Keith Olbermann). I have a paper due on Friday which I am actually excited to write because it is about philosophers and ancient China, and I find such things neato. 

I am pretty tired of having Crohn's disease, though. It is not funsies. Several of my friends were saying things about how they wish they could have lost like 40 pounds in three months because they are sooo fat OMG and so on and so forth. I won't lie about the weight loss being cool, because it was (is) kind of cool. I was too chubby before at 235 pounds, and now I'm right in the normal BMI for being 6'4" at 195-ish, which is a fine place for me to stay. And I look better.

But I am also really pale, and I have intense dark circles under my eyes, and my stomach gets bloated, and I have to take naps to get through the day. I take SEVEN PILLS in the morning, people. Like an eighty-year-old. I take so many pills to stay functioning that they don't fit in the biggest pillbox that CVS sells. It is not a magical weight-loss disease- it is just painful, inconvenient, and irritating.

But the steroids I'm on right now are helping, I think, and that is just so exciting. It is mondo stoked, manned-mission-to-Neptune exciting. MAYBE SOON I could eat fried chicken again. Or popcorn. Or ice cream. Or cashews. Delicious, delicious cashews. Soon I will come for you, and you will be delicious. What wonders the future may hold!

September 19th, 2009

fatherly concern

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 I"ve been thinking a lot about my dad lately, since he was Working when I moved into school, and since when I went home overnight last week he was in Michigan, also Working. So I haven't seen him since I left in the middle of August! This is a bummer, as my dad and I are pretty tight. 

We had our apocalyptic fights back in the day, and things got nasty and unfortunate, but we've always been buds- despite his total and all-consuming insanity. He is health-food-obsessed, preachy, contrary, annoying, and extremely bald. 

But he is also hilarious and fun. He taught me to ballroom dance. He gave me my ear for music. He encouraged every corner of my intellect. And he was a major architect of the amazing childhood that I was lucky enough to have.

Dating from my Neolithic youth, my dad has drawn me hilarious little cartoon drawings of himself as the evil "Dad Man" and "his nemesis, Mom-Lady". I am giggling right now as I think about them. Since I've been at college he was written me a few unbelievable letters with misspellings like "imbuded", "sence", "wonds", and "mauldin" (the last one being my personal favorite). They are illustrated with self-portraits, portraits of me ("not to scale or actual appearance actually"), cryptic symbols, and pictograms. And they make my day so bright that I laugh to myself nine hours after reading.

I actually miss him a lot, even though I know that the moment he's here for Parents' Weekend next week he will be telling me to make myself protein smoothies using my jury-rigged showerhead and a screwdriver. And that will make me want to strangle him, but with a hug. In an "I missed you SO much!" kind of way.

September 18th, 2009

I'M BACK.

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All right. I am here. To say things! About life! Yes. Profound things.

I am at college now and I am finding it to be fairly acceptable! E, Roommate Number One, is very genial and amusing and we get on extremely well. A, Roommate Number Two, however, I am less set on. She has opened up a bit more (i.e., actually spoken to us) now, so that's looking up. 

I am amazed at how few things you actually do, though. University should be renamed "getting to know the internet alone in your room." I want to get all existential about it and ask myself, "Do I now get the online persona I always wanted- AT THE EXPENSE OF MY REAL LIFE?!" But, of course, I won't ask that. That would be weird. (Who actually has been wanting for a while now to be known on the internet? Who would have that aspiration? That would be embarrassing).

My high school was very intense and I did the IB program, so the actual work here is an unbelievable breeze. I almost feel guilty- isn't there homework you could give me, professor? Isn't there? And the freedom is brilliant. I don't think I realized what a prison high schools are until you go to a place where you can carry a pocketknife! You can have your phone out when you need to! I can carry my life-sustaining pills with me! Wonderful. It is also genius (though scary) to not have your parents to depend on anymore.

And you can do ridiculous things, like have EasyMac for every meal for three days (i didn't do that, but I suppose I came close. AND I COULD HAVE. Take that, Patriarchy).

With that cheesy act of rebellion, I have rejected The Man's power over me! This is what higher education is all about: throwing off the shackles of a broken system and microwave pasta.

April 10th, 2009

 So I really do mean to be one of those Livejournal People: The people who update all the time and who are good writers and who post their fic and who are witty and clever. 

ALAS, as of yet I have not fulfilled this obligation (at all, really). But I mean to. Particularly as I shall have this summer, which will be composed more completely of Hanging Out in a very hip fashion, leaving me far more free time to make devastatingly clever remarks on here. 

I feel that this is a good plan with few possible flaws standing in the way besides a certain amount of laziness and [info]infinite_beauty making fun of me (inevitable).

But right now, I am in Paris! And I will enamor you all with a full account very shortly.


December 21st, 2008

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Title: Burgundy
Wordcount: 902
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, and I make no money...sadly.
Summary: When Stephen Black is finally able to explore some of Lost-Hope, he meets one denizen in particular who piques his interest.
Author's Note: Well, the plot seems to be taking off (such as it is). I'm not completely sure where this is going, but I think it might be somewhere interesting. There will certainly be more to follow :)


  

Burgundy, Part Three )

 

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August 28th, 2008

Oh man, I love this dude and his sticky-out ears, okay.

And the real reason I don't like John McCain as president? I think he was a cool soldier-type and such, but I don't want an undead president in the White House. It leaves America vulnerable to the next zombie attack.

June 9th, 2008

Although I may, in fact, be a lying liar who lies. It has too long, dear LJ of mine, for that hussy Facebook has lured me from you, what  with her shiny wall posts and status updates and things. But I don't need her! I need you, dear one, and I shall try to retain my fidelity from here on out.

At the very least, one can say I am a gentleman rather than a faithless cad.

March 22nd, 2008

Yes, I am writing again! Too bad, though, that I am only reposting in various places some work that previously was only seen on the Pit. I was reading through my old stories and I found one that really should see the light of day-it so happens that it's good. At least, I think it's good. In any case, good or not, here it is.

Fandom: His Dark Materials
Rating: G
Genre: Adventure/General
Warnings: Original characters, but not many. Takes place before the events of The Golden Compass.

March 20th, 2008

In Florida, again.

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My epic failure at journal-ing nowithstanding, I find myself back in the Land of Deadly Insects and Delicious Fruit. I visited my Great-Aunt Jane last night, and so I have to share this little gem.

We were speaking of names and their origins, which is where old people's alarming racism always ends up coming into play.

Great-Aunt: Well, that's almost as African a name as 'Jamal'.
'Phritie: Actually, Aunt Jane, that name is Kenyan in origin.
Great-Aunt: But it's still black!!

.......Yes, Aunt Jane. Yes it is.

December 10th, 2007

finally

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Ah, the third Livejournal renaissance. Let's hope this one lasts, hm? Real entries forthcoming, I swear.

July 24th, 2007

Since that's the class I'm in right now, MUCH LIKE YESTERDAY. While I am unimpressed with the general State of my Life at the moment(mostly due to a single, boy-shaped annoyance that Won't Go Away) , things could, in fact be worse. (In theory). I took my midterm for Algebra II the other night, and I was the first to finish. Naurally, my father had a fit.

DAD(hysterically): You must've guessed on ALL THE ANSWERS!!
ME: No, really, Dad, I've finished first on every test I've taken since I was ten...
DAD: LIES!!! *tears out what little hair he's got left*
ME: Oh, lord...

I woke up about Five Minutes before the time I have to leave to catch my bus this morning, and it was terrible. I hurt my brain trying to wake up so fast.

July 23rd, 2007

I am taking Algebra II online at the same time as going to Institute for the Arts, and I am dead. I am walking about all Zombie-Style demanding brains to eat. And by brains, I of course mean "chocolate." Of which I am consuming alarmingly copius amounts whenever I can. 

[info]infinite_beauty and watching Blackadder and Muppet Treasure Island with her is fabulous. I am not so sure, however, why the conversations tend to turn to pedophilia. (This could be because of Tim Curry's seeming fondness for anything young and androgynous).

The Hitler Youth are at it again. Down the street live several families which tend to spawn armies of blond, blue-eyed, and alarmingly fascist little boys. 

While walking down the street, I witness:

Hitler Youth(at a brown-haired kid): KILL!!
Brunette: Eek!! I swear I'm not Jewish!
Hitler Youth: *douse the undesirable with Uzis Super Soakers*

I went to Otakon with [info]infinite_beauty and I met [info]lordmookie, which was awesome. Otakon was awesome! The Dread Pirate Roberts was there, and so was Captain Jack Sparrow. Everyone and their mother was dressed as Inuyasha, though, and I had to resist the urge to pull their ears.

July 5th, 2007

I?

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..Am clearly a sexual deviant. The amount of Sherlock Holmes smut fic that I have been reading and writing is extraordinary, and I am certain that Arthur Conan Doyle will come haunt me, saying that I am a bad person for encouraging such (generally spectacular) tales of thoroughly godless sodomites.

An Account from The Weird Side (that is, time I spent with my father, the Prince of Odd):

Dad: Ever notice how cats are really a lot like lions?
Me: ...No. They're definitely not genetically similar or anything.

Later on, at the horrid Fourth of July party:

Dad: 'Phritie, come down here!
Me: Dad, I-
Dad: It'll be fun! You can speak to children your age!
Me: Dad, I hate them. Those girls have been mean to me for fun since I was three.
Dad: I just don't see why you can't all just get along!!

June 25th, 2007

My feet hurt.

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I have been roped into coaching basketball camp. It is vaguely awful, because all I do is stand up for six hours straight and keep eight-year-old girls from death and dismemberment at the hands of each other.

LITTLE CHILDREN: Waaaaah!
Me: Oh, um...dear lord.
LC: We want lunch!
Me: Its not for another hour...
LC: Is cannibalism an option?
Me: What? No! Although I am impressed that you know what that word means. Even so, you really should not pull each other's hair during the game.

June 22nd, 2007

Some LULz for your pleasure

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Hullo! I'm back, to recount some parental insanity.

My father is utterly mad. Absolutely out of his mind.

Dad: Are you writing pornography on the internet?
Me: Why hello random question, haven't seen you here before.
Dad: Well, its because you left up a website on the computer upstairs..
Me: *now utterly frantic, because he had clearly discovered my cache of slashy goodness* That doesn't mean I wrote it.
Dad: Oh. Right then.
Me: (shrieking) Leave me and my literary perversions alone!!!!
Dad: Um, what?
Me: Nothing. Nothing at all.

The second incident:

My mother: Are you reading?
Me: What else would I be doing?
Mother: Oh, right. Are you reading that-what's the word-fan fiction?
Me: (rolling my eyes) No, not at all, Mother.
Mother: Good. I don't think that's appropriate.

Sadly, much of this depressingly hilarious state of affairs is my fault-having made the mistake of mentioning to my father that I, on occasion, have been known to dabble in that dark art known as Fanfic, he automatically assumed that this meant I wrote porn about beloved literary characters. (He is, unfortunately, somewhat right). He imparted this to my mother, who now unshakably believes that all fanfiction is utter smut.

Unfortunately, they are both half right. xD
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