thistlerose: (thistlerose too)
Posted a fic yesterday:

On the Windy Side of Care
ST: AOS | Kirk/McCoy, Uhura | Adult (sex, language) | 4,800 words | Kirk and McCoy are friends with benefits. A remark from Uhura makes Kirk wonder if they aren't more.

I had so much fun writing Uhura in this story. I feel like I'm binging on her this month. This is a good thing.

(Now if I could just get my [livejournal.com profile] where_no_woman story off the ground. It's stalled at 50 words. :(

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The story so far )

Day 30 – One last moment

That sounds way too portentous, and I'm getting on an airplane in two days. (I know, I know, statistics, blah blah blah. I don't care. I hate flying. And I'm going to have to check my luggage, damn. I wish I could take a train everywhere.)

So. I know there are some new people reading this journal. *waves to all of you* I don't want to scare you away with my fatalism.

So, what should we talk about? Ask me anything. Or just say something about yourself, IDK.

I'm at work right now. I have sushi for lunch. This evening, I'm driving down to my mom's house. I'm going to hang out with my cats tonight. Tomorrow, I'm taking my mom to see "Avenue Q" in Minneapolis as an early Mother's Day present. What are you guys up to?
thistlerose: (darkness)
The story so far )

Day 29 – Your aspirations dreams

(Since I mistakenly did aspirations on Day 15.)

I don't know, man. I don't think people are usually interested in hearing about other people's dreams.

But here's one.

So, this one time, I was waiting for a train in Greece (this is real life, not the dream) and I met this guy. It was a long time ago, so I don't remember for sure, but I think he said he was from Senegal. Anyway, his line was, "Do you dream of Africa?"

Being fairly literal-minded and mostly honest, I replied, "Well, no." I mean, I'd thought about going to Morocco while I was in Europe, but I went to Spain instead. I was able to see Africa from across the Strait of Gibraltar, but...

He chatted with me and my travel buddy for a little while. Then we got on separate trains and that was that.

About ten years later, I dreamed I went to Africa. I was in Sambia (not Zambia - Sambia) and I was with someone who looked like Seth Rogen, and we were on a quest. I don't know why we were in this made-up country or what we were looking for. I can tell you that the chief export of Sambia is small robots. They might have figured into the quest somehow.

Anyway. If anyone happens to ask if I've dreamed of Africa, I can now reply in the affirmative.

Other favorite dreams: the Les Miserables/Terminator/Star Wars crossover. "Jean Valjean never told you what happened to your father..."

Also the one where Chris Pine showed up naked at the reference desk. He was bringing me a golden retriever puppy. :)

The rest of the days )

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The sun came out!!! I'm stuck here until 9, but still! Sun! Out! The fluctuating atmospheric pressure has been triggering my migraines. Not severe, just annoying as hell.

Wow, five people wrote stories for me in Remix Madness. (I mean, there are five stories.) Eeee! I have much reading to do.

Btw, if anyone can guess one or more of my stories (I wrote three) I'll write you a ficlet.
thistlerose: (writing)
The story so far )

Day 28 – Something that you miss

I miss writing original fiction. I haven't written any since I was in college, when I took Sigrid Nunez's short story writing class. (That's original fiction. I've written a fair amount of original non-fiction.) Of course, most of my fantasy stories were pastiches of whatever I happened to be reading at the moment, so the extent of their originality is up for debate. But the characters were my own, even if the plots were somewhat recycled. In college, I was working on a sort of historical fantasy - a bit like George R. R. Martin's series, except with a lot less sex and violence. (But still a fair amount of both.)

Nobody wanted to read my stories, though. My writing teachers in high school and college weren't interested in genre fiction. (I tried to sneak an alien past Sigrid once, and she did not approve.) So it was impossible to get any sort of feedback. (Except that girls! don't! write! sci-fi/fantasy! I mean, of course they did, but not in my school so much.) So, you know, it was easy to fall in love with fan fiction. Instant feedback! Plus it's like having a conversation about the source material through creative interpretation. It's fun. And I do feel as if I've improved as a writer. And I've met all of you guys.

But I still have these characters that I miss. I just don't know what to do with them. I was always better at characters than plot.

The rest of the days )
thistlerose: (wtf?)
You guys, it's snowing. I can't. I just can't.

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The story so far )

Day 27 – Your favorite place

This place. It's where my family used to go for vacation in the summer. My dad is the only one who still goes every year. I haven't been there since August 2001. The pictures at the website don't do it justice. It's like ... you walk down this totally unassuming dirt road that kind of winds through an evergreen wood. Then, about half a mile down, it opens up into this valley and there's the prettiest lake you've ever seen. It's so clean, you can see straight to the bottom even in the deepest part. And there are fish and newts and turtles and crayfish and snakes. And white water lilies. And it's especially beautiful toward sunset, when the light is sort of low and burnished.

And you can hunt for blueberries and chokeberries and blackberries in the woods. And it's so very quiet. If, for example, you need to get away from your family for a while, there are all these flattened boulders situated around the shore, where you can sit and read or sketch or just think.

You can take a rowboat out onto the lake at night if you want to look at the stars.

And now, apparently, they have WiFi. In ye olden days, when I went there, we didn't even have phones in the cabins. You had to go down to the main house and use a calling card. I loved that aspect when I was a teenager. I don't know I could handle it now.

So, yeah. I loved it there. Back when I was hating grade school, my whole year pretty much revolved around it. I don't know if I'll ever get back there. I don't know if I want to, to be honest. So much has changed since August 2001. I don't want to spoil my memories, you know?

The rest of the days )

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ETA: Ack, the skin of my face is so dry, it actually hurts. I don't know if it's the weather or hormones or because I switched cleanser/moisturizers or what. Eurgh.
thistlerose: (wibble)
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Day 26 – Your fears

- clowns
- rubber balloons (Mylar & hot air are okay)
- guns (even fake ones on stage - I hate sudden loud noises, especially when I can anticipate them)
- speaking in front of large groups of people
- the possibility that I'll never do anything really meaningful with my life
- the possibility that I'll never be truly autonomous (i.e. never finish paying off my student loans, never completely move out of my mom's guest room)
- the possibility that I'll never trust someone enough to let him into my weird little world
- the possibility that I will, and he'll betray me

But I'm not afraid of snakes or bees.

The rest of the days )

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*sulk* I just excised my favorite two paragraphs of my current WiP. I had to. They totally changed the tone of the story and I didn't want to change the tone. But I miss them. If I can't figure out how to add them back (maybe toward the end?) I'm going to try to insert them into another story somehow.
thistlerose: (theater)
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Day 25 – A first

I love the theater. Growing up, my parents took me to ballets at Lincoln Center, and sometimes Gilbert & Sullivan operettas. (My mom really wanted me to be a fan of grand opera, and I think she figured G&S would be a good gateway.) I wanted to see a Broadway musical.

My parents didn't want to take me. I don't know why. I guess this was before that part of Manhattan got cleaned up, so that might have been part of it. Sometimes it was hard, convincing them to try something new. (Money was an issue too, I guess, but not the issue because, hello, they went to the opera and the ballet.)

So, for my thirteenth birthday - a milestone - I asked my aunt and uncle for tickets to "Crazy For You," which had opened a year ago. Hahaha, my parents had no choice but to take me!

I remember driving into Manhattan at night. (My father did not like taking the subway. I don't think I've ever known him to take the subway.) I'd never been in Manhattan at night. My parents were always like, IT'S DANGEROUS THERE, YOU WILL DIE. So, you know. I was kind of slouched in the back seat, peering out the window. I literally jumped when my dad used the automatic locker on the doors.

But nothing bad happened. The show was awesome. I think we were up in the middle of the mezzanine. I wore jeans, a blue mock turtleneck, and a denim blazer. (I probably looked stupid. I was thirteen. It was 1993.) The original cast was still performing, so I got to see Jodi Benson as Polly and Harry Groener as Bobby. This was before Buffy, of course, but I'd been obsessed with The Little Mermaid when I was 9/10. So it was kind of a thrill to see Jodi.

Nobody died.

All the way home, I was bouncing and asking what we could see next.

What we saw next was "Les Miserables." Then I think it was "The Phantom of the Opera." Then ... I don't know. In the 18 years since, I've seen a fair number of shows. I'm seeing "Billy Elliot" when I go to New York next month, and possibly another show if anything good is available through TKTS. I'm seriously bummed that "American Idiot" is closing on Sunday, and now that I've heard the soundtrack to "Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson" I wish that were still playing. But the new revival of "Anything Goes" sounds kind of awesome.

The rest of the days )
thistlerose: (forget-me-nots)
The story so far )

Day 24 – Something that makes you cry

I'm at work now, so this is going to last until I start to tear up.

I still cry when I think about my cat, Mr. Data, who died in March of 2003, although nobody told me he was dead - I was in Japan at the time - until mid-May.

This is him, as a kitten. )

It's been eight years, and nowadays it isn't even that he's dead or that he died so young (he was only eight) but that I wasn't there, I didn't get to say goodbye, and I still don't know exactly what happened. My father - who was there - told me one story, but a friend of his - who was also there, apparently, at least for part of it - told me something else. So I don't know. I don't know if he suffered much. If he did, I'm not sure I even want to know. Was it fast? Was he frightened? I'm sure I'm anthropomorphizing here, but did he look for me? Could I have done something? I was his person and I didn't take care of him.

And ... that's as far as I can go, apparently.

It broke me.

The rest of the days )

ETA: I've disabled comments. I've decided I don't actually want to talk about it, since there's nothing anyone can say that will make me feel better about this.
thistlerose: (dance)
I wrote about 2,500 words yesterday. Wtf. This story is almost done! Craziness. Okay, it revolves around conversations, so that explains it. I love writing dialog. It's more upbeat than my last story, I promise. :)

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I have a phone interview later this month. Eeee! Yes! YOU WANT ME, PEOPLE. I guess that means my new cover letter doesn't completely suck. Which is good, since I sent it to two other universities this afternoon.

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The story so far )

Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better

I can't pick just one thing. Cut for images and an embedded video, all work-safe )

Okay, that was kind of a random list!

The rest of the days )

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Back to the porn-writing!
thistlerose: (penguins)
Once again, And Tango Makes Three tops the ALA's list of most frequently challenged books. *sigh* People suck. But penguins are awesome. I recommend the book. It's actually the only one on that list that I've read (and own) and it's the sweetest thing ever.

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A Show of Strength is done and posted, and I'm quite happy with it. I've started working on the next story on my list, and it's coming along nicely. 1,300 words so far, and it's probably about a third done. *g* The fact that it's quite a bit more lighthearted than "Strength" makes it easy. I love me my angst, but banter is often more fun to write. I think this new story could actually be a setup for the threesome I'm going to write eventually. Though they'll work independently too.

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The story so far )

Day 22 – Something that upsets you

Hahahaa, there is soooo much. I try to maintain an aura of impassivity, and mostly I succeed, I think, but I'm sensitive. And I don't like being made to feel ashamed of that fact. I'd rather be sensitive than insensitive. This could easily devolve into a lengthy rant, so I'll just say that people who act like assholes upset me. People who are deliberately mean and/or deliberately make life difficult for other people. Come on, people. Why? Our time on this earth is comparatively brief. Can we just ... not?

ETA: Actually, today I feel like hating on asshole drivers. I don't give a flying fuck how big your car is. You get one parking spot, not two, not three, and NOT FOUR. (Yes, I have seen this!) Do not double park and BLOCK THE ENTIRE LANE. It's one thing at the airport, where there's room to drive around and where everyone does it anyway. It's another thing when you are basically blocking traffic or forcing the cars behind you to DRIVE IN THE WRONG LANE. Bodies are fragile. Human bodies, puppy bodies, kitty bodies. Be careful with them, okay? Pay attention. Don't go zipping in and out. Use your turn signals! GRRRRR.

ETA II: ALSO. It annoys me when people ask me to help them look something up at the ref desk, then whip out their cell phones and start talking. Hey! I'm trying to teach you a valuable life skill! Put the phone away and pay attention, dipshit.

The rest of the days )
thistlerose: (sophie again)
*sigh* I don't think I can deny it any longer. My favorite jeans are frayed beyond repair. Which means I now have exactly one pair that fits me and aren't frayed. And I don't even like that pair very much. I got it because it was on sale. *grumble* I could replace the favorite pair. The company that made them (I got them in 2003) still makes that style. And I still think they're sexy. But they're expensive ($80 plus shipping to the US - they're Australian). I just bought an $80 rain coat. I don't know if I should shell out for jeans. (Yes, I know. There are less expensive options. But I want those jeans. I got them in Australia after spending a year in Japan where almost nothing fit me. So they have associations! Actually, the shipping isn't that bad. It's about what it would be within the US. O_o)

Where can I get nice jeans that won't break my wallet? I've decided I don't like the Gap very much anymore. Also, I'm short (5'3") and curvy and I like jeans that sit lowish on my hips.

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Day 21 – Another moment

The other day I was talking about how I tend to over-think things and miss opportunities as a result. Not always, though. Not quite seven years ago, I was in the market for a kitten. My beloved cat Data had died in 2003, and a few months ago, I'd had to have one of my other cats, Pippin, euthanized. I wanted a cat who needed me, but who was also young and cute. (Both Data and Pippin had died young, Data at 8, Pip at 5.) I was going to look at this one kitten, who, I swear, belonged in a kitten calendar. She was so cute. And apparently sweet. But first I went to this other shelter to see what they had.

They had a lot of really tiny black kittens who swarmed all over my feet like dust motes. (I'd never seen such tiny, fearless kittens.) And they had this one tuxedo kitten, who was sort of curled up in a corner. The black kittens were too young to be adopted, and really, so was the little tux, but since I already had another cat - Will - the woman who ran the shelter said I could take her home. If I wanted her.

I picked up this kitten, who probably just wanted to huddle in her corner. I scratched her little ears until she just went limp across my knees, purring. Objectively speaking, she wasn't that cute, as kittens go. (Sorry, Sophie.) She wasn't especially friendly or outgoing. (Kind of an understatement. She'll behave for the vet, for some reason, but we're about the only people she'll allow to handle her. She hides under the furniture when people come over. She bit my sister. *g*) People ask me why in the world I adopted this cat. It's because I know me. I over-think things. I worry about things that happened years and years ago. I knew that if I got up and left this kitten, I'd wonder about her forever. That would have sucked for both of us, so I turned to the woman and said, "I want her." And that was that.

I never did meet the calendar kitten. I assume she was adopted. A kitten that adorable will find a home.

So, I have my neurotic girl. And I wouldn't trade her for anything. )

The rest of the days )
thistlerose: (tea)
I posted a fic yesterday!

A Show of Strength
Star Trek: AOS | Kirk/McCoy | teen | 8,500 words | McCoy is badly injured on an away mission. Who bears responsibility is not at all clear-cut, leading to much miscommunication and internalized guilt.

It's the Bones Gets Beat Up story!

Starting another story today. In which the only thing that takes a beating is Jim's ego. That's what he gets for tangling with Nyota. (Btw - do we know what her position in the Xenolinguistics Club is? I know he's treasurer.)

Yesterday, I found myself poking at a TOS story I started writing in late 2009. It's about Uhura and Chapel in the aftermath of "Plato's Stepchildren." I kind of want to finish it. I'm just having some trouble getting them from "Well, that sucked!" to "Let's kiss!" *snort* This is probably going to turn out to be another gen story that somehow involves a lot of kissing.

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The story so far )

Day 20 – This month

How are we a third of the way through April already?? And how is it 75 degrees??? Let's see. Nothing really special has happened or is supposed to happen this month. To me, anyway. My cat is turning 7 next week. I bought my raincoat yesterday. Um, neither the red one nor the blue one. They had a bronze one, which I decided would look better on me, and go better with my bags. I've already read almost as many books as I read in all of 2010. (Though, in fairness, I'm not studying for my Master's this year.)

The rest of the days )
thistlerose: (memory)
The story so far )

Day 19 – Something you regret

SO MUCH. I'm full of regrets. Since I was ten or so, I've been extremely self-conscious. I almost always over-think things, and tend to miss opportunities as a result. Sometimes I really feel trapped in my own head.

So. College, sophomore year. "Authority and Legitimacy in the Age of Moore and Shakespeare." (Best class ever.) The instructors (it was joint-taught by an English professor and a History professor) ask us why we think Shakespeare's Richard III sort of threw in the towel at the end of the play? Why, after he dreams about all the people he's killed, does he ride into battle instead of skulking away and surviving? My thought was, it's a framing device. "Richard II" begins with an aborted trial by combat, which sets the whole War of the Roses in motion. It makes sense, in literary terms, for "Richard III" and the war to end with a sort of trial by combat, one that actual results in a death.

I thought it was pretty clever and nobody else said anything, but I kept my mouth shut. Why if I didn't say it right? What if I tripped over my own tongue, which I sometimes do. I'm such an idiot. *sigh*

Also, there was this boy I wish I'd kissed. I was at a party my first year of college, and we were dancing really close. (And it was the Immorality Ball, so we weren't wearing much.) He made like he wanted to kiss me, but I shook my head. He respected my expressed desire not to be kissed, so we just kept dancing. I should have kissed him.

I suck.

The rest of the days )

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Can't decide if I like Yahoo Mail Beta. It's definitely faster, but I think it still has a few bugs to work out.

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So, I've been seeing these two male Mallard ducks around campus. Just the two of them, waddling around together. I like ducks. They're cute. So I started to wonder if maybe same-sex ducks sometimes pair off. So I looked up information on the behavior of Mallards.

O_O

Mallards are horrible. That's what I get for anthropomorphizing, I guess.

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I don't have a lightweight coat for the spring. I mean, I do, but there's this stain around the collar. I have no idea where it came from. It's in the back, so I couldn't have spilled anything on it.

Anyway, I'm eying this raincoat: in red or blue. I wonder if that's too flashy.
thistlerose: (WWJAD)
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Day 18 – Your favorite birthday

For my 18th birthday, my friends threw me a surprise party. I totally knew. A couple of days before, I'd asked my friend A if she wanted to go ice skating on my birthday, and she said she was busy, but she's such a bad liar. My mom got me out of the house by taking me into Manhattan to see "1776" (with Brent Spiner as John Adams). When we got back in the evening, the house was dark, and when I opened the door, my friends all jumped out at me. I'd never had a surprise party before, and even though it wasn't really a surprise, I loved it. And there was pizza and cake and presents.

19 was probably an okay birthday, but I don't remember what I did, so I tend to think of 18 as the only good birthday of my teens.

20 was good too because I was spending most of break on campus, and it was winter in Massachusetts, and the woods were sort of idyllic. I think we went out for pasta, then watched "Braveheart" in my honor, since I'd recently found out I was going to Scotland the following fall.

Actually, now that I think about it, 30 was pretty okay too. I got a free coffee at Starbucks, and the barista convinced me to go with the enormous sugary one, so I was kind of jittery for most of the day. I watched "Sherlock Holmes" with [livejournal.com profile] archon_mentha, then went out for pizza with [livejournal.com profile] greenabsinthe in the evening. Though the pizza place burned down two days later, which sucked.

The rest of the days )

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Eurgh, had to deal with a conspiracy theorist who tried to convince me that Michele Bachmann is our only hope for the future. Mmm, how about NO?

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I'm almost done with my story! \o/ It's full of angst.

The one after it will be happy, though. But then I think the one after that will be angsty. But then the next two or three will be happy. Mostly.
thistlerose: (fireworks)
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Day 17 – Your favorite memory

I keep a handwritten journal as well, and I know there's an August '91 entry that concludes THIS WAS THE BEST DAY EVER. But I don't remember exactly what happened, except that I hung out with Morgan for most of the day. I'm pretty sure there were banana splits and a turtle race and general clowning.

But since that's a distant memory, I'm going to go with July 4, 2000. I was apartment sitting just off Union Square (I was down the block from the Strand) and one of my good friends from college was spending the summer at Columbia. She and another friend from outside the city came over and we spent the day running around Manhattan. I know we got down to South Street Seaport to see the tall ships and hang out with the sailors (unf). In the evening we went swing dancing around the fountain at Lincoln Center. Then I think we picked up a pizza and some sparkling cider (we were all underage, remember) and climbed up onto the roof of my apartment and watched the fireworks over the river.

All of that was fun, but this was also the summer before I went to Scotland. The friend at Columbia was getting ready to leave for Paris. (Our friend from outside the city was a year younger, so she was heading back to Smith in the fall.) It was one of those perfect summer evenings. Manhattan was glorious. And there was this wonderful feeling of anticipation. None of us had been out of the country before, and we were so excited. We could see the future before us and it was thrilling.

The rest of the days )

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Ack, my story hit 6k this morning. What the hell?? I was in the zone! Finally! I want to go home and start writing again. I hate Monday nights. Things just quiet down after about 5:30 and the time passes so slowly. I brought my story with me, but I can't get into the zone at work.
thistlerose: (seasonal: summer)
Please put your embedded videos behind cuts. I use a placeholder, but the placeholder screws up my layout. Same with polls, incidentally. I won't fill them out because the horizontal bars make my friends page impossible to read.

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Day 16 – Your first kiss

That would be my friend Sean, when we were fifteen. It was June or early July. After my younger brother's bar mitzvah, the two of us were standing on the synagogue steps, saying goodbye, and out of nowhere, he leaned over and kissed me. He didn't say anything. I didn't kiss him back. It was a little weird, but kind of sweet. I'd never liked Sean that way, and I'd had no idea he liked me. (I always thought he liked this girl named Whitney. Or was it Jeffrey who liked Whitney? Or did Jeffrey like me? I don't remember! All I know is someone had a crush on Whitney and it wasn't me.) I still don't know what he really felt for me back then. His mom and my mom were good friends, and his mom kept insisting I date her son, which I think weirded us both out.

He's married now, but we're Facebook friends. :)

So, yeah. Sean, on the synagogue steps, when we were fifteen. *sigh*

The rest of the days )
thistlerose: (aurora borealis)
Wonder Woman's costume got a modification. I'm still not sold on the bustier, but the boots are an improvement, and I like the stars down her pants legs.

*sigh* I want this show to be good and to do well.
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I finished and posted one story this month:

Home Is Just Another Word For You
Star Trek: AOS | Uhura/McCoy | all ages | 1,500 words | At thirty-three, Nyota Uhura has a career and a family. Balancing the two isn't always easy, though Leonard is a big help, but it seems to be worth the effort.

In the meantime, the Bones Gets Beat Up story is coming along. The plot keeps evolving. I think I've finally figured out what the story wants to be about, though.
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Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents (f'locked)
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs (f'locked)
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings (f'locked)
Day 12 - This week
Day 13 – What’s in your bag
Day 14 – What you wore today

Day 15 – Your dreams

I'm taking dreams to mean aspirations, since I don't think anyone is really interested in hearing about other people's dreams.

I want to work in an academic library - which I am, but I'd like a tenured position, preferably in a northeastern city. I'd like to be making enough money to pay off my credit card debt and my student loans. I'd like a nice 2-bedroom apartment, preferably with some exposed brick and lots of windows and a claw-footed tub and a nice kitchen. I'd like to have enough money to travel and to go to the theater and to give regularly to charity.

I'd like to be in a romantic relationship, but I'm not sure I want to live with another person. My guy can rent another apartment in my building. *g* I'd like to get into shape. I'd like to be able to afford laser eye surgery and breast reduction surgery and therapy.

I'd like to come up with a research topic and publish my findings in professional journals. I'd like to write a YA novel. I'd like to get a second Master's degree, maybe in American History.

I'd like to learn American Sign Language and French. I'd like to find someone who can help me get over my math anxiety.

I'd like to rescue lots of cats, and maybe have a dog. Actually, my man could have the dog and keep it in his apartment or house. I'd like a new car. It wouldn't have to be brand spanking new, just built within the last two or three years. I'd like something compact and energy efficient. And blue.

ETA: Heh. Looking over the list, I see there is an aspirations day. So they meant dreams literally, I guess. Oh, well. Maybe on Day 29 I'll have an interesting dream. Or maybe I'll tell you about the Les Miserables/Star Wars/Terminator crossover dream I had once. O_O

The rest of the days )
thistlerose: (makeup)
FYI, [livejournal.com profile] help_japan ends tomorrow Thursday!, at 5pm Central Time. I'm offering:

Dinosaur earrings, cell phone charms, and pendants. $10 each. You don't have to wait until the official end of the auction to donate and claim your item, btw.

A good luck charm from the golden temple in Kyoto. Current bid is $35. I don't have a picture, but trust me, it's nice! It's kind of a light orange with a white ribbon, and the image is printed on so it's nice and clear. Still in the original box.

Fan fiction. The three highest bidders get a fic apiece.

(Damn, I have a lot to write this year!)

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Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents (f'locked)
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs (f'locked)
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings (f'locked)
Day 12 - This week
Day 13 – What’s in your bag

Day 14 – What you wore today

I am wearing teal cords (cords are the best pants in the world, IMO) and a black cotton longsleeve T. Heather gray panties, black bra. Black knee socks with gray and white hearts. Brown suede clogs. Glow-in-the-dark dinosaur earrings (which nobody has said anything about yet - grr!) A beaded necklace that a friend made for me for my ... 14th? birthday. 14th sounds right. Lilac nail polish.

The rest of the days )

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Ugh, my head hurts. Monday was too long and Tuesday began to early. Usually I like Tuesdays even though they're my longest day. Right now I'm looking forward to getting home and getting comfy in my room. I still have to watch last night's "Castle."
thistlerose: (Eowyn)
Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents (f'locked)
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs (f'locked)
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings (f'locked)
Day 12 - This week

Day 13 – What’s in your bag

I'll show you! Cut for image. Work safe. )

The rest of the days )

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More memes! Instead of writing!

1. COMMENT WITH A MYSTERIOUS COMMENT OF YOUR CHOICE.
2. I will give you a letter.
3. Post the names of five fictional characters and your thoughts on each.

[livejournal.com profile] musesfool gave me E:

Thoughts will be brief, since it's late. And I could go on and on about each of these people.

Eowyn (Lord of the Rings) Oh, Eowyn. She's so sad when we first meet her. (And I could go on and on about that alone.) Her sense of honor is as strong as any man's, and she can't bear to be left behind ... so she disguises herself and rides off to meet the enemy. She restores Theoden's sense of self-worth as well as her own. She kills the Witch King, whom even Gandalf fears. And she doesn't just kill him. She lets him know that she is a woman and she is going to whup his ass. That moment in Return of the King still reduces me to tears.

Elan (Order of the Stick) He is so well-meaning. And so clueless, even after he - literally, I suppose - takes a level in bad-ass. He loves his friends, and their sarcastic remarks go sailing right over his head ... I just want to put my arms around him. Plus his song for Roy made me sniffle. And what he did for Thirkla was lovely. As for the puppet... *facepalm*

Eilonwy (The Prydain Chronicles) I will never forgive Disney for what they did to my Eilonwy. In the book, she steals the sword and carries it around, not Taran! Ugh. Eilonwy is awesome. Some people call her shrewish, and I agree she's a little hard on Taran at times, but he can be kind of dense. Because she's kind of a chatterbox and comes up with some strange analogies, she can appear a bit ditzy, but she's probably the smartest of the companions (Dallben and Gwydion aside) and she is fucking fierce. In The High King she was the first one to - halt? temporarily subdue? - one of the Cauldron Born. Also, her sacrifice in The Castle of Llyr was pretty epic - more so than Taran's in The Black Cauldron. (Not that Taran isn't awesome.)

Elim Garak (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) When I think about Garak, this quotation from James Thurber's The Thirteen Clocks comes to mind. I don't have the book in front of me, so I'm going to misquote it. At one point, the Golux is warning Prince Zorn not to put too much faith in him, and he says something like: "Not so fast. Half the places I say I've been never existed, and half the things I say I've seen never were. I make things up. But I am on the side of good, by accident or happenstance..." That's not quite it, but it's close. I love that you never know with Garak. Somehow, he's on the side of good, but ... yeah, you never know.

Eleanor of Aquitaine (The Lion in Winter) Some day I want to write about her, and maybe Henry. Talk about fucking fierce. By the time we meet her, she's been a queen for so long, and she's been scheming for so long that it's like it's the only way she knows how to be. She has these rare moments when how much she's lost really hits her, but she can't stop. She loves Henry, even as she plots to tear him to pieces. She's so messed up. But I love her.
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Music meme: Comment and I'll give you a letter. Then, post five songs that start with the letter.

[livejournal.com profile] musesfool gave me L:

Love Minus Zero/No Limits by Bob Dylan
Light Up My Room by Barenaked Ladies
Last Night On Earth by Green Day
The Last Snowfall by Vienna Teng
Like A Star by Corinne Bailey Rae
thistlerose: (dancing on air)
I'm thinking of remixing Left Alone To Wander from Winona's POV. Not sure why. I just think it could be interesting, possibly. But not for a while. I need to finish my Bones Gets Beat Up fic. It's 3,200 words at the moment, and I keep thinking I know how things are going to come to a head, and changing my mind. I'm still thinking of modifying the original prompt.

I'm also choreographing this threesome fic, which ... if I can pull this off, it'll be the smuttiest thing I've ever written. I don't even know if people can do the things I want them to do. (They probably can.) Fortunately, I'm a librarian. We excel at all kinds of research. ;P

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Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents (f'locked)
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs (f'locked)
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings (f'locked)

Switching 12 and 13, since it makes more sense this way - and I left my camera in Saint Cloud.

Day 12 - This week

It's been a good week. Personally, anyway. Not so much for the world at large. The snowstorm on Wednesday kind of sucked, and I had some boring days at work, but the rest was all right. I received some very good news yesterday afternoon, which I can't share at the moment. And some good news that I can share: the state of Minnesota finally decided I'm eligible for health care. Woot! Now I can afford to get sick. :P Yesterday evening, I came home to my cats and they were very cuddly. My car CD player, which I thought was broken, is working again. Mom bought me a pie and little fruity candies shaped like My Little Pony. (Sometimes I feel like she doesn't know me well at all. Other times she gets me dead on.)

This afternoon I watched "Doom" (for the very first time!) with [livejournal.com profile] canis_takahari and it was good fun. Oh, Karl-Heinz. You pick the most interesting projects, bb.

I wish I had more than one day off. Not really looking forward to driving back up to Saint Cloud tomorrow, though I'm sure I'll feel fine once I get there.

The rest of the days )
thistlerose: (CJ)
I finally made my display for Women's History Month (with the focus on women in the workforce) and eeee! people have been stopping by to look at it. I feel like it's full of feminist fail because it isn't all-encompassing (I left out librarians *facepalm*) but my co-workers assure me that it's fine, and from where I'm sitting I think it looks okay.

Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents (f'locked)
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs (f'locked)

Today's topic shall be slightly less controversial.

Day 10 – What you wore today

Well, I woke up in my flannel pajamas. They're lavender and they have a penguin print. They're very cute.

Right at this moment I'm wearing light brown cords (which are a size too big, but my other pair are in the laundry bag); an emerald green cotton top (seriously, this is green as it was meant to be); a brown bra; white panties; black knee socks with gray and white hearts; and brown suede clogs.

My jewelry consists of the two silver rings I got in Dublin, which I wear all day, every day. I'm also wearing the pendant I found in my apartment last July. (No idea how it got there. Nobody ever claimed it. I'd been living there for almost two years before I found it in the corner. Wtf. It's pretty, so I cleaned it and kept it.) I'm also wearing a bracelet of multi-colored Swarovski crystal beads. I think the beads on my earrings are glass. The latter two were given to me by my mother. Very often, when I compliment her jewelry, she gives it to me. So I've stopped complimenting her on her jewelry because I don't want her to give it to me. (She's hard to refuse. Believe me. "I want you to have it." "But I don't want it. I was just saying it's really nice!" "YOU SHOULD HAVE." "But - fine.") Occasionally, I give her my stuff, which makes me feel better, but it's tough sometimes because she doesn't always like my stuff. I like small and/or cute/pretty. She likes big and interesting.

Oh, and my coat is black. And flecked with cat hair. And my gloves are fuchsia. And my scarf is pink. So is my hat. And my bag. Hey, I like pink!

The rest of the days )

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Got a tiny bit farther on my story last night. I'm starting to realize that I don't need to be as mean to my boys as I was originally planning on being. They're already so messed up.

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