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In which there are things
Mar. 11th, 2005 12:18 am1. On Tuesday, I was sitting on the side of the road, waiting for a bus. It was, despite the cold, a lovely day- clear, bright blue sky with barely a cloud and that sort of dazzling pure sunlight you only seem to get in winter. You almost had to squint, it was so sunny.
It was also snowing. Heavily.
Dear weather,
I know you're bipolar, but could we maybe try for one extreme at a time?
Love, Brigdh.
PS- Ten days 'til Spring starts, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
2. I'm in love with the Indian-influenced styles of clothing that are coming out this season. Everything about them appeals to me; I adore the colors: the deep reds and greens and blues, the rich earth tones. I love the intricate patterns and the cuts and especially the materials- silks and satins and soft, transparent gauzy things. I can't wait for it to get warm enough for me to wear them.
They're all exactly my taste. I think I'll buy a thousand outfits and just keep wearing them until they come back in style and I can buy more.
3. The bus driver on the route between campus and the nearby shopping center/movie theatre place recognizes me now. Aw. I feel all special and friendly. And possibly worried about how much time I've been spending at the coffee shop, if not only do the baristas recognize me and ask how I've been and know what I order, but even the bus driver makes a point of saying hi.
4. I had my last yoga class this morning; I try to spend most of my time looking out the window because I can't stand my teacher. Not that you can see much: mostly the dead browns of leafless trees and dull, muted greens that are more grey. And then there was a brilliant red that caught your eye: a dead baby truck*. Ah, how I've missed them. Not.
5. My secret fandom shame is the AUs I have constantly running in my head. They make no sense, they're complete kink fics, and yet I have five million of them. I think I just need something to think about when I'm walking somewhere/riding the bus/falling asleep, but why such weird things, brain?
There's the one where they're all in high school and Tsuzuki is a famous basketball jock, but he has all these fucked-up family issues, and the one in a Depression-era circus where Tsuzuki's literally half-demon, with scary wings and eyes, but is trying to keep that hidden from Hisoka. That one had Tatsumi in it too, originally, and they made for an incredibly angsty triangle, but then the plot required his character to do some evil things, and so he had to become an OC instead of Tatsumi. I've had a particular fondness lately for the one where Hisoka is a Bedouin prince and Tsuzuki is his bodyguard. And I'm not even going to mention the one where Hisoka is a cop and Tsuzuki is a prostitute.
Shut up, I knoooow.
6. ...there's a lot of colors in this entry. I think this is what happens when I'm too busy to post for a week, and then try and remember the things I wanted to say.
*Dead baby trucks are semis that drive around the campus area and downtown. They have giant enlarged photographs of aborted fetuses on them. The point is to support some pro-life group, but really, they just cause nightmares.
It was also snowing. Heavily.
Dear weather,
I know you're bipolar, but could we maybe try for one extreme at a time?
Love, Brigdh.
PS- Ten days 'til Spring starts, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
2. I'm in love with the Indian-influenced styles of clothing that are coming out this season. Everything about them appeals to me; I adore the colors: the deep reds and greens and blues, the rich earth tones. I love the intricate patterns and the cuts and especially the materials- silks and satins and soft, transparent gauzy things. I can't wait for it to get warm enough for me to wear them.
They're all exactly my taste. I think I'll buy a thousand outfits and just keep wearing them until they come back in style and I can buy more.
3. The bus driver on the route between campus and the nearby shopping center/movie theatre place recognizes me now. Aw. I feel all special and friendly. And possibly worried about how much time I've been spending at the coffee shop, if not only do the baristas recognize me and ask how I've been and know what I order, but even the bus driver makes a point of saying hi.
4. I had my last yoga class this morning; I try to spend most of my time looking out the window because I can't stand my teacher. Not that you can see much: mostly the dead browns of leafless trees and dull, muted greens that are more grey. And then there was a brilliant red that caught your eye: a dead baby truck*. Ah, how I've missed them. Not.
5. My secret fandom shame is the AUs I have constantly running in my head. They make no sense, they're complete kink fics, and yet I have five million of them. I think I just need something to think about when I'm walking somewhere/riding the bus/falling asleep, but why such weird things, brain?
There's the one where they're all in high school and Tsuzuki is a famous basketball jock, but he has all these fucked-up family issues, and the one in a Depression-era circus where Tsuzuki's literally half-demon, with scary wings and eyes, but is trying to keep that hidden from Hisoka. That one had Tatsumi in it too, originally, and they made for an incredibly angsty triangle, but then the plot required his character to do some evil things, and so he had to become an OC instead of Tatsumi. I've had a particular fondness lately for the one where Hisoka is a Bedouin prince and Tsuzuki is his bodyguard. And I'm not even going to mention the one where Hisoka is a cop and Tsuzuki is a prostitute.
Shut up, I knoooow.
6. ...there's a lot of colors in this entry. I think this is what happens when I'm too busy to post for a week, and then try and remember the things I wanted to say.
*Dead baby trucks are semis that drive around the campus area and downtown. They have giant enlarged photographs of aborted fetuses on them. The point is to support some pro-life group, but really, they just cause nightmares.
