wisdomeagle: (midnight musings)
Ten minutes till I have to leave for work. Tonight is dinner with my ex-mother-in-law (yes, I am going through with it, to those people who may've wondered). I wish I could arm myself with something more powerful than prayers. Like maybe a machete. Or a magic want that punches people in the face (hat tip to Elizabeth). At least I have a skirt! I've been dressing up all week, partially because I'm out of shorts and jeans, but also because I would like to get a chance to wear all the girly clothes I have stockpiled. I'm even wearing earrings.

Books I'm in the middle of:
Baby-Sitters Club: The Summer Before by Ann M. Martin. I am reading this slowly, partially to savor it, partially to ward off nostalgia bees. And partially because I think the epic lgbtfest plotbunny I had (not that I posted it for lgbtfest) is going to get jossed worse than it already is. But it's really good in a lot of ways.

Adult Children of Abusive Parents: A Healing Program for Those Who Have been Physically, Emotionally, or Sexually Abused by Steven Farmer. I kind of stalled in the middle of reading through the This Is What You Can Do part.

The Runaway Dragon by Kate Coombs. Princess pastiche.

Flora Segunda by Ysabeau Wilce. Not sure if I like it enough to read further.

Fly By Night by Frances Hardinge. Slytherin hero and her Slytherin companion!

Shannon's Story by Nola Thacker. I don't think I actually read this in my former BSC-reading days.

And that's it. Time for work. Where I'm in the middle of listening to The Giver by Lois Lowry and next up is So Yesterday by Scott Westerfeld (which I recently read in paper and ink form).
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My great-aunt Kitty died last week. Prayers for Great Uncle Bob, please? Since Nana died this summer and Kitty just now, he's the last of that generation.

Thanks so much.
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Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable -- if anything is excellent or praiseworthy -- think about such things. (Philippians 4:4-9, NIV)

1. Church was lovely this morning.
2. I enjoy the companionable and communal effort by which my family now exists. Almost all the things I often list in my "things done well today," I did with others. This is different but not bad.
3. I looked totally hot today in a long black skirt and tight black shirt. You only wish you were as hot as me.
4. My father's sense of humor.
5. The passage quoted above. Oh yes glee.

Three things I did well today:
1. Laundry!
2. Grocery shopping!
3. Did not drink caffeine at dinner!
4. (BONUS!) Beta'd [livejournal.com profile] hermionesviolin's fic.

Two things I am looking forward to doing (better) tomorrow:
1. Ficcing!
2. Working a shift of some length in retail hell and thus EARNING MONEY.

randomly: when signing up for ficathons and mentioning the things you don't like/won't write -- that's fine, but must you mention your reasons? Also, "good friends who understand each other" does not equal "siblings." Just sayin'... okay done now.
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Someone knocked on my door last night and requested I fill out this survey for her sex roles class...

The last question is "Do you practice any other forms of sexual deviancy that you'd like to share?"


Good morning, LJ. I went to bed early (eleven) last night and slept late (till one) and then spent an hour on LJ and now am hungry. So since I tragically have no food whatsoever, I'm going down to the grocery store. *cries*
thanksgiving and extend family babble )

I really, really desperately need to do homework this weekend. Possibly this may entail depositing my ethernet cord in a safe place, like [livejournal.com profile] cheese_munkey's room.
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All right, first, the obligatory list of Christmas morning goodness:
Santa was good to me this year )

So now, the Christmas morning tears & angst have begun, with yelling, screaming, crying, accusations of wickedness, stupidity, gluttony, and all sorts of wonderful, familial things. I'm rather looking forward to going back to Massachusetts on Sunday night, even though the internet connection there is so slow as to make it not really worth it. And most of all, I'm looking forward to going back to school. That will be good. Sort of. I guess.

Still reading The Cardinal Sins and screaming for the two male leads to screw. They so want to. The yaoi, it bleeds! Though I'm somewhat fond of one of the hetships, too. They haven't screwed, either. And yesterday's Sentinel also had hetship that I wasn't totally averse to, surprisingly. I mean, Jim/Blair is the OTP but.

Still haven't written happy Christmas fic for [livejournal.com profile] gvambat. I will. At some point. I swear.

Anyhow, merry Christmas to all who celebrate. :)
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Best Christmas present of the night ever: my great-grandmother, Blanche Gondin, died... a few years ago. She was suffering from Alzheimer's. But apparently, she kept on saying, over and over, that she wanted me and my sister to have the charms left from her charm bracelet. So my maternal grandmother and her sister (Aunt Cynthia, whose real name is Cynthia and is not to be confused with my Cynthia whose real name isn't something I'm going to publish all over the internet) got a real gold chain for them and now I have this beautiful locket shaped like a heart dangling from my neck. And it's just..


I cried. Such a girl. Such a sap. So hopelessly sentimental and... yes.

So. On that note, merry Christmas Eve, and I will do my best to get online for a few seconds tomorrow to wish everyone a merry Christmas.

No one kill hir relatives. That would be bad.

Christmas Eve service: I wished I were home in NJ.


Dec. 22nd, 2003 06:56 pm
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Just read "Tasting the Earth." How does she do that? Takes the oldest cliche in the book and makes it good.

Um yeah. Walked the dog. Read fic. Surfed web. Did not stress. Go me!

I'm going to go stir crazy really, really, really soon... I am both simultaneously lonely and overwhelmed by the overly large number of people (one) whom I actually have to talk to.

And I'm having weird dreams.

We're going to visit my Scary Maternal Relatives on Friday. Let me explain to you how much I am not looking forward to this: Lots.

My paternal relatives are nice and normal and queer and vegan and like dogs and the internet and lesbians. My maternal relatives are scarily conservative Christians who probably don't know that they have queer people in their family and wouldn't know what to do with us if they were told. They frighten me.

Maggie, on the other hand, is a very good puppy and I love her very much, yes I do. *lets her out, as Mom is too busy talking to aforementioned relatives to take care of her own dog*

Goddammit can't we just get to the happily ever after already? I'm sick of the prelude.

Or something.


Or something.
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He: Are you out of school yet? I've lost track.
I: A week and a half.
He: And then what are you doing?
I: I have no idea.
He: Now, that sometimes means there's a plethora of possibilities...
I: Well, I know I'm getting picked up a week from Wednesday and going to Long Island with my mom, and that weekend we're going to MA for Mother's Day, but I don't know if I'll stay in MA with my dad or go back to New York with my mom.
He: Ah... and is it you making that decision?
I: Yes.
He: Well, that's good... I've got to run to a meeting.
I: *waves*
He: *waves*

And this was my great and meaningful goodbye from the ministerpeople. No, I didn't even get to give either of them a hug or anything. Dammit. Grr.
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Today I sorted out the clothes I want to bring back with me to school, which I'm going to have my mom ship. I also found all the random books I've accumulated over break for reading on the train. I've got way too many of them but then, the train ride is way too long. I'll bring whole-wheat spagetti to eat on the ride. That's Sunday, though. I still have a whole day of vacation. It won't be much of a vacation, though, since this is what I have to do:

  • go to the dentist to get my cavities filled

  • finish packing

  • get Dad to cut my hair

  • see if I have time to go out for my first second ever attempt at driving

  • return library books

  • untrim the Christmas tree

  • clean my room to make sure that I don't accidently leave anything behind

  • zip my floppy and email it to myself, 'cause Della's floppy drive is bust

  • get a prescription for flouride cream filled

So. Vacation, eh? We're going out for ice cream tonight, probably (yeah, shu'up. I know my teeth are unhealthy) to celebrate my being officially permitted to drive my parents crazy.

I talked to my grandpa on the phone today and thanked him for the Christmas present and so on and whatnot. *shrug*


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