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"I know that someday soon we'll all be gone so let it all out." [
Jul. 18, 2008 ~ 10:00pm
]

tiitiwee
[ mood | poikki ]

Jotenkin minulle osuivat tänään töissä kaikki ärsyttävät asiakkaat. Tiedättekö, ne, jotka eivät vastaa tervehdykseen eivätkä mihinkään muuhunkaan. Ja ne, jotka tekevät ostoksista metriä korkeita pinoja liukuhihnalle - asettaen tietysti kevyimmät tavarat ensin - ja sitten huutavat (oikeasti) minulle, joko siitä, että annan heidän ostostensa lytistyä hihnan päässä tai että "paiskon" niitä (yrittäessäni pitää ne jogurtti- ja salaattiraasut pois hihnalta kymmenen maitolitran ja kahden mäyräkoiran alta). Ah. <3

Mutta oikeasti. V*tuttaa. Tiedän, että ruokakaupassa käynti on harvan ihmisen suosikkihommaa - varsinkaan, mitä maksamiseen tulee, kun ruuan hinta nousee tätä vauhtia - mutta ei se tyttö/poika siellä kassakoneen toisella puolellakaan varmasti paikalla ole ihan vain asiakaspalvelun riemusta.

Vanhassa työpaikassani oli henkilökunnan ilmoitustaululla lappu, jossa luki muistaakseni:

"Muista pienet sanat.
PÄIVÄÄ. KIITOS. OLE HYVÄ. NÄKEMIIN."

Ehkäpä tuollaisia lappuja pitäisi ripotella pitkin kauppaa asiakkaiden luettavaksikin. Harva oikeasti ymmärtää, miten kassan mieltä parantaa pieni kohteliaisuus ("Kiitos oikein hyvästä palvelusta") tai muu vastaava - vaikka vain hyvän työpäivänjatkon (onko se edes sana?) toivottaminen.

Ja lopuksi todettakoon, että minähän teitittelen vanhempia ihmisiä, jos mieleni tekee eikä teititellyllä henkilöllä mitään sitä vastaan ole. Siihen on turha ulkopuolisten ihmisten alkaa jupista yhtään mitään.

Kiitoshei.
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Because THESE are not the hammer. [
Jul. 17, 2008 ~ 9:49pm
]

starletfallen
[ mood | amused ]

GIP.

I love my girlfriend.

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Jul. 17, 2008 ~ 9:12pm
]

dreamsofstars
[ mood | listless ]

Oh, ugh. I took a nap, slept way later then I meant to, and now I feel achey and headachey all over. I may not even be able to make it for Burn Notice.

For the fail, body. For the freaking fail.

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"And his mother never held him enough and probably tried to eat him." [
Jul. 17, 2008 ~ 8:13pm
]

kawaiispinel
[ mood | amused ]
[ music | Crucify My Love- X Japan ]

Shut up. It warranted its own post.

Basil of Baker Street?

Totally the Doctor. Regenerated into a mouse.

It's truth.

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This is why we shouldn't share our bad ideas with Evie. [
Jul. 17, 2008 ~ 8:46pm
]

allfireburns
[ mood | giggly ]
[ music | Doctor Who (...something with Three and Sarah Jane) ]

Evie is a bad, bad person and asked me to make these icons. I feel like I should feel bad. Strangely... not that much.

Spoilers for 4x13 of Doctor Who, and Act II of Dr. Horrible's Singalong Blog )

EDIT: It's [info]gypsyjr's fault.

And again... )

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'Cause I'm the blue-eyed son of a hurricane... [
Jul. 17, 2008 ~ 7:36pm
]

kawaiispinel
[ mood | productive ]
[ music | Secretariat- Jeffrey Foucault ]

Oh look, actual new Avatar canon. Huzzah. Although I was uninspired by the whole thing (but I'm an evil bitch occasionally and usually find mercy plots to be really ho hum- I WANT TO BREAK PEOPLE), really. It needed moar Toph. (I totally almost wrote Tosh there- NOT THE SAME CHARACTER. NOT BY A LONGSHOT.) Tomorrow's is one I've been looking forward to ever since the first clips leaked, so that'll be awesome. And then this weekend is EPIC FINALE OF DOOM... And another fandom dies. Not that I care, considering for the past seven months, I've been obsessing over a canon that's been dead for years, and I'm not particularly active in AtLA fandom anyway, but eh.

Also if that one scene wasn't supposed to be as dirty as it looked.... It was as dirty as it looked. 

I fail at RP right now. I have things to do either tomorrow or Saturday though, so I'll probably try to get on the ball with that. God, I really need to kill Natasha off at some point. Rrow. I've been doing [info]itsproductivity prompts and writing all day, so at least I'm doing productive things! My ficbrain just can't exist at the same time as my threadbrain apparently.

And I'm pretty much going to continue watching Alias Season Four, because I'm flailing at all the fics I need to write while my ficbrain is active and I need to do something to refresh it... Or whatever. And I really need to see the last two seasons of Alias in whole, rather than in part anyway, because... Yes.

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I drink from the keg of glory, Donna, bring me the finest muffins and bagels in all the land. [
Jul. 17, 2008 ~ 2:26pm
]

starletfallen
[ mood | giddy ]

I just received two amazingly sweet and awesome and encouraging reviews on "Autumn Days That Make You Feel Sad", my most recent Donnafic. I have to share, or post these for posterity or something because they just made my day.

From [info]aomwrr:
"This MUST BE one of the Best (if not THE Best) post-JE fix-it story I may have had (and will probably have) the pleasure to encounter out there. You play with Rusty's evil designs and bend them, so that this fic proves right evidence that it was possible to give the Doctor/Donna relationship a bittersweet finale without condemning her to oblivion, as if she were the only one that had to make the ultimate sacrifice (once more)and give up everything she had become and everything she learnt on her two-year journey along the Doctor.

Melancholic, incredibly in character, respecting Donna's free will and everlasting awesomeness (she even got to fool the Doctor in this one, come on!). With the plus of the Doctor's redemption. What else can any fan wish for?

And that cliff-hangery and spoilery (à la River Song *winks*)...no, not ending. It's a beginning for me. The only future!canon I'll believe from now on."


Seriously, I read this, grinned hugely, and my day was made. Only to be followed by yet another awesome review!

From [info]hence_the_name:
"Wow. That brought tears to my eyes. Simply...well, brilliant.

First of all, I love how you write Donna's POV--her newfound self-awareness, the way she sees her old self and her friends, the way you connect her playacting for the Doctor, here, with her the playacting she's done all her life, fronting to cover up her insecurity--all beautifully done.

Donna's awareness of the Doctor, also, is just heartbreaking, the way she understands what it would do to him to see her die, and so she lets him believe that he can fix her in order to spare him that--just, guh. The future!Doctor at the end is a wonderful touch, and the thought of them traveling together forever is making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

And as if all that wasn't enough, your writing itself is poetic and evocative and lovely lovely lovely. Thanks so much for sharing!"


Poetic, evocative, and lovely. My writing. And now I'm having a lovely conversation with her (I'm assuming, given the overabundance of females in fandom) about Donna and the Doctor and how they helped each other. I love characterization talks. ^_^

It's things like this that make me wonder if I would actually be really good as a writer (for publishing, I mean) if I'd just push myself and plan and finish a novel. One that could be edited and made better and better.

Anyway. I had weird dreams all night - they kept... I dunno, following after each other. First I was watching the action unfold, like it was a movie - there was something about this... I think it was a spaceship, but on the inside it kinda looked like an old car. And some kids were in it, riding it down a river, but then the river was getting rough so they pulled it to the side and hid it and continued on in canoes.

And then I was IN the dream - I was in a... family, I think. For some reason, we were hiking or setting up long-term camp by this river, I don't know why. My character (because it wasn't really me myself) was... like April, but not psychic, and blind. Which is weird in a dream. I could see everything, but could only react to things I felt. Which made almost falling off a cliff interesting.

Anyway, then I made my way over to the spaceship thing, and these two guys were trying to steal it. I got inside and suddenly could see, and there was this wooden stake thing, like it had been a split in a plank and that got pulled off, and I stabbed them both. Guy in the front, I stabbed in the chest, twice, and guy in the back I stabbed once in the neck. And then opened the doors, let them tumble out into the river. Then two of my brothers got in, and an older brother tried to stop us by standing in front of the spaceship as it went down the river, but we evaded him.

There was a sunroof, and somehow these plant things were kinda draping down inside, and when we tried to close it, they blocked it from closing. So I pulled them off. Turns out, when you pull them off, they COME TO LIFE and have these little barbed... mouth things that they'd try to bury in your skin like a burr. And they moved. And I had to get them all off me and throw them out the window. (I think that was partially from the dog stretching and scratching my arm while I was sleeping - I woke up and one of those spots was actually sore) And then we were somehow, for some reason, driving on streets. And then we were in the ocean. And then I woke up.

My dreams, they are crazy.

We're getting a bed Saturday morning! And a dresser and a bookshelf! I am pleased. Also, Aubrey's back will thank us, I'm sure.



...Guh, it's three already. I can't believe we slept until two. *headdesk*


ETA: I love my DoctorDonnafriend moodtheme. *glee*

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"Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own" [
Jul. 17, 2008 ~ 9:15pm
]

tiitiwee
[ mood | :( ]

Suoraan suomeksi sanottuna sangen paska päivä. Tokkopa se tästä paremmaksi muuttuu.



Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough

You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

We fight all the time
You and I... that's alright
We're the same soul
I don't need... I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

I know that we don't talk
I'm sick of it all
Can you hear me when I Sing,
you're the reason I sing
You're the reason why the opera is in me

Where are we now?
I've got to let you know
A house still doesn't make a home
Don't leave me here alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
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"Dr. Hammer threw a car at my head." [
Jul. 17, 2008 ~ 1:11pm
]

kawaiispinel
[ mood | sick ]
[ music | A Man's Gotta Do- Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog ]

*flops*

Called in sick to work today because I woke up achey and exhausted with the cramps from hell and stuffed up and.... Shit, I swear I felt like I had gotten the flu on top of my period. It's calmed down some, but that's probably because I went back to bed after I called in and slept in until... Right now. Bah. So I guess I get a four-day weekend. 

Shit. I pre-filled out my timesheet this week, didn't I? I knew that was a bad idea. And also not exactly ethical, but I always go into work- this is seriously the first time I've ever called in sick and I only missed partial days last year when I had meetings to go to. Bah and I don't have any extra timesheets at the office to make up a new one. Mental note: Swing by the career center and get some extra timesheets.

I feel really bad for calling in sick.... It's not like I'm not sick. I feel god-awful even though it isn't as bad as it was before, but... I don't know. I only have a set amount of days to work and it seems... I'm just going to shut up now.

Rrow.

On the bright side, Dr. Horrible is so unbelievably fantastic and I love it. *flailyhands*

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Hit the floor and feel the beat - jazz time! [
Jul. 17, 2008 ~ 3:14pm
]

harbek
[ mood | cheerful ]

Still alive! Doing an EXCELLENT job at wasting money! But hey, I am wasting it on stuff I want. Lots of cool stuff. And I'm trying to keep a sketch diary, good me.

WOO, Dr Horrible! Okay, not that I can watch it here, but now I know I'll have it when I get home. ♥


Wicked matinee yesterday:
(Understudies, Nadine Cox - Morrible, Alex Jessop - Boq, David Stoller - Dillamond.)
The new Elphaba was AMAZING! I love her so much! So much better than Kerry, and better than the understudy we had another time too. She could act, she was adorable, and she could belt! Still not too fond of Dianne as Glinda. Still fond of Oliver as Fiyero. The Boq wasn't as adorable, but he was fine. I really liked the Morrible and Dillamond, but not necessarily more than the other ones. I miss the old Nessarose though. And the old Wizard. He was so adorable. I didn't like this one, he sort of.. made annoying th and s sounds, and didn't speak very clearly, and never smiled, and I just wasn't very impressed. BUT, the Elphaba was still amazing, which made the show so much better.

Marguerite:
Audioed this (end of act 1 might have gotten cut off). We had an understudy Pierrot! Keiron Crook. We joked that maybe he would be pretty, since Pierrot is not pretty at all, so if this guy was, the swing band would suddenly be gorgeous. AND HE WAS! And blonde, too, one of the few. It was great, especially when he rubbed his ass up against Armand, I love that part, and now it was pretty. He wasn't as funny though, not as much comic relief. But still great. The eyecandy rate of the show increased by 50%.

They have new programs. Slightly prettier, and with actual in-costume pictures, instead of just rehearsal photos. And they'd started selling the cast recordings already, so we got some, and I'll go and get it all signed later. (For Carina: Both programs, CD, all signed, plus some flyers.) There's suddenly lots of posters for it on the subway too. And it seems to be doing pretty well! This makes me happy.

OH! AND CALLING ANY LONDONERS! If you use the code 'ENLIST' when you buy one of the 3 top priced tickets, you get another one for free! Works until a few days into August or so.

They changed the show a bit too! They added a few explanatory lines (and removed Pierrot's line about Marguerite being a whore, but that might have been the understudy forgetting), like warning Marguerite she'd get beaten and balded, and a few other random stuff.

AND, they added a whole scene, and extended another. Extended: The one where Armand and Marguerite fight, and Armand goes "I thought this was different! I thought we could make it different!" Instead of Margurite leaving, she apologises, and he convinces her to escape to the countryside with him, and try to have a life together, instead of them breaking up, and she agrees. This makes The Letter that much sadder.

Added scene: After Georges throws Marguerite out, there's a conversation between Armand and Lucien. Lucien says they rescued Annette two weeks ago, and she's recovering, and she told them what Lucien now tells Armand: Marguerite only wrote the letter to save Annette and Armand (this we could already deduce from Armand saying "I know now what you did for me", but now it's much more clear). Not only that, but some new information: Marguerite was the one who arranged it so Otto could get killed by the resistance. She gave them Otto. With this information, Armand runs off shouting for Marguerite -- it goes on to the beating scene and then Armand finds her.

This makes the situation that much more tragic (them not breaking up, and her sacrificing her own position), AND much easier to understand the ending (explanation how Armand found out, and how Annette was saved). I very much agree with the changes. I love this show.

Wonder how many times I need to see Ruthie's boobs.


Other than that, we've found some great eating place, we have a private (but tiny) hostel room, and I bought the old Moomin comic books (squee!) and Space Invaders wall paper stickies! Aaaand two awesome belts, and a flowery computer mouse. And some suspenders and earrings. Yeah, having fun wasting money.

Okay, I better go get Line before she dies. I've stayed a bit longer than I should, although all I've done is check email and write this. Seeing Avenue Q in a bit, and I think the seats are very nice, actually...

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I could apologize, but it would be terribly insincere. [
Jul. 17, 2008 ~ 3:05am
]

allfireburns
[ mood | bouncy ]
[ music | Buffy (4x11 Doomed) ]

Guys! Guys! [info]trollopfop wrote me that fic that I've been wanting for ages. The one in which Sam is the Master and Gene is the Doctor. And there's even hints of Alex!Rani. *Purrs* This makes many things better. Who needs alcohol when there can be sketch? You should totally read it.

Also. Jack could totally reach the top of the police box sign, for the purposes of pulling a key out of a cubbyhole. Yes? No? Am I completely out of my mind?

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context is not necessary. [
Jul. 17, 2008 ~ 1:10am
]

starletfallen
[ mood | giggly ]

The hammer is my penis.

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Jul. 17, 2008 ~ 12:01am
]

enterincolor
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[Fic] Autumn Days That Make You Feel Sad [DW] [
Jul. 16, 2008 ~ 10:57pm
]

starletfallen
[ mood | calm ]

Title: Autumn Days That Make You Feel Sad
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Donna, the Doctor
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1236
Summary: There are some things you have to sacrifice for the good of other people.
Warnings: YOU MUST BE 4x13 COMPLIANT TO RIDE.
Notes: I've apparently got a thing for titles from Dar Williams' "Southern California" (title abbreviated). Which is difficult, because not many of those lines can be made into titles unless it involves... southern California or western New York. Eh, whatever. Written for the [info]still_brilliant Donnathon.
Disclaimer: AM NOT RUSTY. AM NOT AUNTIE BEEBS. AM NOT GETTING PAID. ERGO, DON'T SUE.


familiar is low humming and gold and teal and the faint hint of something sentient brushing her mind when she falls asleep at night )

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Too hot even to meme [
Jul. 16, 2008 ~ 7:29pm
]

dame_grise
[ mood | hot ]

I am flat with heat.

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I sit here on my shelf, just talking to my self.... [
Jul. 16, 2008 ~ 4:12pm
]

kawaiispinel
[ mood | creative ]
[ music | Words That We Couldn't Say- Steve Conte ]

I fell asleep on my couch last night. That was really unfortunate, but thankfully I didn't sustain any damage in the process. Woke up fine, if not feeling like I didn't get a particularly decent night's sleep. Deeply contemplated sleeping in swivel chairs today. Almost did until the damn phone rang. Stupid job getting in the way of my sleeping.

Did a shitload of plotting in my notebook for The Moves Intended which is that damn Alias epic that I'm going to flail like a crazy person and write, because I need to write epic things! I miss it. (Also it amuses me that the abbreviation is TMI. I'm going to have issues flailing over it because of that. Gorram abbreviations.) It has a very strange plot full of REALLY CRAZY RUSSIANS. REALLY, REALLY CRAZY MILDLY INCESTUOUS WITH CULTISH TENDENCIES RUSSIANS. Or something. And, of course, I was writing bits and pieces of it down, because that's part of the plotting process- I write all the scenes I can clearly see in my head first and then try to figure out how they work in the picture, and I realized that I may have a Sloane headvoice. Why?! I know Katya did that raindance and summoned Irina, but... What? Was Irina longing for a fucking threesome? Yeah, you can keep that shit out of my headspace.

....Shush. I make sense.

The Sokolov family makes me happy though. One day I'm going to have a 'verse where all my old fancharacters can chill, because some of them make me so happy and they have nowhere to go anymore. Even if Martina Sokolov and her whole gorram family are crazy, psychotic bitches and bastards.

....And now onto things that other people may actually understand!

Uh.... I'm happy tomorrow ends my work week. I'm really just existing when it comes to work. I read, I plot, I attempt to sleep.... Sometimes I steal internet. Blah. I'd rather be here doing tags and watching TV and writing, and my existence is lame, let me show you how. 

Speaking of tags, I have a boatload in my inbox and I'm going to do those as soon as possible, and then possibly go and poke at The Moves Intended a little more. God, this thing's going to need notecards and everything. Why do I do this to myself? *flailyhands* Maybe if I officially start it next month I can convince myself it's a warm-up for NaNo and finish it in three weeks.... Or not.

My icon makes me happy because it's Maddie and David being Maddie and David and I love them, precious.

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Not the BEST SPECIAL EFFECT EVAR ZOMG, but good. [
Jul. 16, 2008 ~ 3:40am
]

starletfallen
[ mood | amused ]

Oh, Sarah. SARAH. I love you so.

Yes, I'm watching "The Time Warrior". Sometimes, Old Skool Who is the dorkiest thing ever. And Sometimes I adore it. Well, no, I ALWAYS adore it, but sometimes in makes me facepalm mightily.

Sarah Jane is such love. She's all ickle, and I can totally see where allgrowedupSarah from New Who and Sarah Jane Adventures comes from.

Also, John Pertwee's Doctor scares the shit out of me. And I adore him. Seriously. I apparently never saw the good episodes with him, because he's much more enjoyable in this serial than he was in the first one I tried to watch. 'Course, the first one I tried to watch was... the first Pertwee serial. That might have had something to do with it.

Also, the crappy extras and special effects and the cheesy plots and dialogue? Totally priceless. I do so love classic Who.

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Sark's moral high ground is in Siberia. [
Jul. 16, 2008 ~ 2:40am
]

allfireburns
[ mood | PAIN ]
[ music | Doctor Who (2x02 Tooth and Claw) ]

Augh. So, we have an air mattress. An air mattress that is leaking, so occasionally we'll wake up in the middle of the night, realize we're basically on the floor, and refill it.

It is doing the most horrific things to my back. It hurts. Mostly this dull ache in my shoulders all day long, though I've been getting these shooting pains about halfway down my back that are much worse.

I'm popping painkillers like candy, using alcohol when that doesn't work, and I injured myself accidentally about twenty minutes ago by flailing a little too vigorously. (I make angry flailing motions when I'm frustrated. It's a thing. I was looking for a jacket and it was hiding somewhere and... oh, never mind. Point is, I'm in pain.)

Need I say this is not my best day ever? I mean, it could be much worse, but the constant pain is a definite damper on everything. Augh.

I'm gonna go back to writing my post-4x13 fic. I don't like it that much, but I want it done, and I've got a paragraph left, and I'm stalling. Productivity. I has it.

And no, the subject line has absolutely nothing to do with the post. I just thought it should be mentioned.

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"She wasn't no match for such craft, you see" [
Jul. 16, 2008 ~ 9:20am
]

tiitiwee
[ mood | uni ]
[ music | Kent - Järnspöken | Scrobbled by Last.fm ]

Nukuin ehkä miljoona tuntia viime yönä. No jaa, ehkä lähempänä kymmentä, mutta silti. Nyt olo on ihan toistaitoinen. Ei saisi nukkua, ei sitten ollenkaan.

Eilinen angst-kohtaus oli ja meni. A-poika saa ihan itse päättää, mitä tässä elämässä tekee. Ehkä. Kunnes toisin todistetaan. Ehkä minua vain kiukutti jo pelkkä ajatus siitä, että ehdimme nähdä vain pikapikanopeasti (3 h keskustassa) ja että joudun mönkimään yksin nukkumaan. Ärsyttävää. Tosin sainpa tosiaan nukkua rauhassa eikä tarvinnut kampeutua saattamaan toista taksiin (eksyisi se tuossa rappukäytävässä kuitenkin ;D) joskus ennen kukonlaulua. Mutta en minä olisi valittanut...

Maha on kipeä ja on hirmuinen nälkä. Burana ja nuudelit taitavat olla patenttiratkaisu tässä kohtaa. Varsinkin, kun eilen tuli mässäiltyä koko viikon edestä. Ehkä mahakipu johtuu siitä, että pötsiparka on ensimmäistä kertaa pitkästä aikaa saanut kunnollista täytettä. Omnomnom... Söin jopa katkarapuja, vaikka yleensä napsin ne aika tehokkaasti pois muun ruuan seasta. (Ja ei, ne eivät minusta vieläkään maistu miltään. Blah.)

Kämppiksen vanhemmat ovat ilmeisesti tulossa tänään käymään, ja kämppä on kuin pommin jäljiltä. (On aina lohduttavaa huomata, ettei lika ja saasta suuntaakaan suoraan minun huoneeseeni, vaan levittyvät enemmän tai vähemmän tasaisesti pitkin kämppää.) Pikasiivoan keittiön ja imuroin eteisen ja olohuoneen. Saa luvan riittää. Ei ole minun hommani siivota Kämppiksen vanhempia varten, prkl. :D

Olen ehkä keksinyt toimivahkon opiskelusuunnitelman itselleni. Konsultoin vielä A-poikaa, mutta jos herralla ei ole mitään maailmaa suurempaa juoniani vastaan, taidan tietää, mitä tahdon tehdä valmistuttuani. Olettaen siis, että joskus valmistun. (Ja ei, en puhu nyt hemmamamma-suunnitelmastani. :D) Kerron sitten joskus, kun olen Oikeasti Varma - mutta näillä näkymin opiskelen loppuun saakka Tampereella, lukuun ottamatta vaihtovuotta siinä jossain välissä, ja hankin itselleni tutkinnon, jolla voin saada töitä myös Pohjanlahden paremmalta puolelta.

Tein palkkalaskelmia ja päätin tilata My Fair Lady -lippuni (ja sen lisäksi buukata laivamatkat ja ottaa yhteyttä vakiohostelleihini - just in case A-poika ei ole Stockholmassa oikeaan aikaan) ensi kuun puolivälissä. Ja lääkärisetäkin soitti ja kertoi vaihteeksi hyviä ("hyvähköjä"?) uutisia. :]

Sekalaisissa uutisissa tänään:
Minulla ei ole aavistustakaan, minne olen "arkistoinut" ylioppilaskunnan jäsenmaksulaskun.
Lexican sivut eivät ole vieläkään päivittyneet. Prkl.
Joudun iltavuoroon töihin, yök. Mutta palkka juoksee.
Pitäisi muistaa maksaa luottokorttilasku, jonka eräpäivä oli oikeastaan eilen... Ups.

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Chapter 51: In Which We Are Lazy Bums. [
Jul. 16, 2008 ~ 8:04am
]

prosaically
[ mood | pleased ]

First day back at work, first day in this specific job - and after an hour, I am already in my (old) office, typing an entry. Have to love it.

"Oh, you're here already?"
"Umm, yeah, G [the boss] told me to get here at 7."
"She did? Oh. Well. You still have your old key card and such?"
"Yeah."
"And your office key?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, go and sit there and try to look busy while I reactivate the key card."
"... Oookay."

But I do not mind, really. It is quite good to sit here with my half-a-litre mug full of coffee, and read news online. Although a few minutes ago, The Swede brought me some papers to translate, but that seemed easy enough - no tricky words or expressions, quite easy language. Probably for the first-year students. Heh.

All in all, things are pretty much back to normal - even if there is a different working title below my name outside the door. The only visible changes since the beginning of June are that it is cleaner here now (because I organised the bookshelf and did some other things), and there is now one more photo on top of my computer.

I hate to admit it, but somehow, this feels like coming back home.


But I hate mornings. And I am going to continue with the same working hours as before - i.e. eight hours somewhere in between 6 am and 9 pm, depending on what I have to do. Practically, when the autumn term starts, I will most likely work from 8 am to 4 or 5 am, but now as the summer break is still officially on, I get pretty freely to choose when I am working - as long as I stick to the deadlines. :D

Speaking of, I think I had better start translating the papers for The Swede. God knows he is not a person you want to annoy by slowing down his working...

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