Aug. 12th, 2014 01:32 pm
nirix5: (me!)
I'm tired. I'm so tired that I could just cry for a long, long time.

Dream note

Aug. 12th, 2014 01:31 pm
nirix5: (me!)
I had a dream that was a Guardians of the Galaxy/ Game of Thrones/ Lord of the Rings mashup. Everyone had to get through the Mines of Moria, which was more of an underground town with a rockin' bazaar, and then they came to my house for a barbeque.

Dear brain, that's awesome, but stop plz.
nirix5: (jorja will there be cookies?)
I spent all day on the phone, trying to get my doctor shit sorted out. Trying to get birth control is ridiculous. I don't know why it's not over the counter. Quoth my mother: "Well, they have to monitor your hormones." Bullshit. Not one gyno appointment I have ever had has monitored my hormones. I have never had blood drawn by these people. It's more, try this. Later: how's that working for you? Okay? Good, keep doing it. Why that can't be over the counter I don't know.

Talked to the photographer about the next week's engagement shoot today. Bring all the things. Must find cute sundress type number. ohmygod. These will be the first pro pictures that will be taken of my tail.

While we were on the phone she said to her husband, "Honey, hang on, I've got a bride on the phone," and can I just note how weird that was? To be referred to as a bride. I mean, I am one, I guess, but still. I don't really feel like one? I don't know. It's a new title in my life, and it's odd.

Everything is odd. I'm tired and crabwalking around the shadows in my house because I've been on the phone too much in the past twenty four hours and I've got hives and I'm freaking out.

teal deers, I'm over tired, weird, and should go to bed now.

nirix5: (me!)
Mom and Tess and I went and saw Les Miserables last night. I was... whelmed. I'd say that I need to see it again to figure out how I feel about it, but I'm not blowing another ten bucks on it in the theater and I'll fall asleep if I try to watch it at home on DVD. So, here are my thoughts.

First, let me say that this musical is my favorite musical of all time, ever ever ever, and I have been waiting what seems like my entire life to see it on the big screen. My expectations were astronomically high, so I guess I was set up for disappointment. I was expecting something along the lines of Chicago, where they took a good stage show and made it into a movie, not a movie of a stage show, if that makes any sense. It was like watching the 25th anniversary special with slightly better costumes. I'd say it had better sets than an anniversary show, but frankly, you couldn't really see the sets with all the intense facial closeups they were doing, so they might as well not have been there. Note on the closeups during ever freaking song- it was boring as fuck. Seriously. I was staring at the ceiling half the time to rest my eyes because visually, I wasn't missing anything. And since most of the movie was filmed this way...ugh. What were they thinking?

The casting was good, basically- Hugh Jackman is an amazing Jean Valjean, and I loved Colm Wilkinson as the bishop. Anne Hathaway was amazing, but when isn't she? I loved how she got progressively sicker- her makeup artist did a fantastic job, too.

Russell Crowe. Oh, Russell. He would have been great playing Javert in the movie. He sucked as Javert in the musical. Well, he didn't suck. He sounded like someone from Panic in the Disco doing a cover of a couple of Javert's songs. His singing was entirely too pretty, and I just wasn't buying the badass cop thing.


Cosette was good. I liked Seyfried's portrayal, but then, I like her and I like Cosette. Seriously, people need to get over the Cosette hate. She didn't even know that Eponine existed, she just found a dude that she liked and then married him. Whatever.

I really wish Helena Bonham Carter would retire from acting. This was the one role I thought she would be good in, and imo she kind of bombed. Mme. Thenardier is a very in-your-face role, and HBC played her so delicately- it was strange.

Eponine was awesome. Right? When isn't she? But let's just take a second here to ask the question that's been on everyone's mind. IS HER WAIST REALLY THAT SMALL? Is that natural? Is it a corset? I want to put my hands around her waist just to see if I can do it. I'm pretty sure I can do it. I'm going to creep stalk the actress and put my hands around her waist to see if that was real or if it was the magic of the silver screen. By god, that was crazy.

The death scenes were good- Valjean's was amazing. I think that the problem I had was that I wanted this movie to be like the last three minutes (AMAZING WONDERFUL BREATHTAKING THE FEEEEEEEELS) for the entire thing. I wanted to be swept away and I wasn't. As a result, I've got a case of the blues I just can't shake.

Other notes:

I hate Gavroche. In general.


Boring boring boring OH HELLO RANDOM STREET FULL OF HOT YOUNG MEN. Suddenly this movie got better.

ENJOLRAS x GRANTAIRE = BROMANCE OF THE AGES. Oh my god, seriously. Their death scene was all, "THE SKY IS OUR CANOPY. GOD'S CANOPY. THE SKY." *bullets*

I was looking forward to Master of the House, since it's a fun song. It wasn't fun. It was gross.

Was it really necessary to add the spine breakage to Javert's death scene? Why couldn't he just have made a big splash? Then the entire theater wouldn't have been all D:



Dec. 11th, 2012 03:13 pm
nirix5: (jorja mend my wicked ways)
It's a motherfucking dome, not the most unique thing to happen in the history of architectural ever. A. Fucking. Dome. If we have to sit here and go over the fact that domes inspired domes inspired domes because really, they're FUCKING DOMES and SOMEWHAT COOL TO LOOK AT I really can't fucking help anyone.

All you need to know about art history is that things were made because they were pretty and sometimes because they were functional. Everything else is ten thousand pounds of heaping steaming bullshit.

Domes, man. Fuck domes.
nirix5: (me!)
I am trying as hard as I can to finish my goddamned thesis. It's insanely difficult because I stopped caring about it the minute I started it, and if I don't care about something I don't do it. I should have stuck to my guns and done the Bayeux thing, but... well. Department pressure is department pressure, and it's kind of too late to change now.

We're moving at the end of June and I have to figure out the fuck to where. Original plan was to shack up with mom and dad for a bit, save some money, figure out doctoral plans. Now J and I have decided fuck it, I'll move to Jersey instead, and stay with his family until I a) find a job down there and b) we find a house. This will not do. On so many levels. Hoo boy. I love his family but I've never lived with them (whereas I've lived with my own. Obviously.)

Also I'm getting married and that's freaking me out. Not the getting married (being married?) part. That's awesome. But I never in a million years thought I'd have like, daily panic attacks about planning a wedding. I've been so on top of wedding planning since I was twelve! I know all the things to do! It's ridiculous. Pick a dress. Pick flowers. Take a bunch of people out to dinner and dancing. People make so much more out of it than it is. And yet... and yet...

Well, part of the problem is my deep-seated desire to get married at home, and not in the wilds (home being the New York City metropolitan area.) So everything's automatically twice as expensive. Also I'm freaking out because people will have to pay tolls to come. Which is stupid, but there you go.

So, Plan A:

Staten Island. Get married at Christ Church which is where like everybody in my family gets married. V. sentimental, continuity, etc. Have reception at Snug Harbor- v. classy, as opposed to that place on the South Shore where all the-- well, nevermind, I won't say anything about Mob Wives and Jersey Shore or whatever, but I REFUSE to have a party in one of those places. If get married at SH, then can rent out Children's Museum for to keep any children occupied while the adults have fun. (I am really going to try to accomodate people with children. Really. I just really, really don't want them to disrupt the ceremony/cocktail hour/beginning of diner. The plan has always been to set up a separate space for them with tv/movies/pizza/games/activities/video games/whatever to keep them occupied. This would be easiest at this location because the Children's Museum is FUCKING AWESOME.)

However, SH in January is kind of blah. It's a botanical garden. It's January. I don't need to lay out the math here. Also J is kind of meh (okay, completely, totally meh) on the idea of a religious ceremony, which makes the church thing complicated (if I'm getting married in a church, it has to be that one. No other church will do. Or I don't care enough about it to pick out and fuck around with another church.) Also the bridge tolls are fucking expensive, and I feel bad doing that to people. Also, there are like, no hotels on Staten Island. Well, that's not true. There are maybe three of them, but they're all nowhere near the church or SH, and the thought of my upstate friends navigating Staten Island's weird little residential streets and traffic has me running for the nearest paper bag to breathe into.

There is another option that we're looking at, same company and everything. It's called Liberty House and it's in Jersey City. It's got gorgeous skyline views, which as been the most important aspect of any wedding I've planned since I was about nine and started planning weddings. That's about it. It's a standard catering hall, no museum for the kids, no church (which really I'm fine with) and... yeah. But! hotels close by, no bridge tolls. Verdict: awesome and pretty, but not particularly unique.

Also having panic attacks about paying for all of this. Goes without saying. I'll have about eight grand saved up by the end of June. Which means... what? Nothing. Oh my god.

Also I have the period from hell. Because: I have a 29mm cyst on my ovary that's in the process of resolving itself. Ow. The cramps have been hard this time around, even though the doctor had me stay on the active pill cycle, and I've felt generally shitty the past two days. Like, laid around the house in my jammies shitty. Which I absolutely fucking hate. Also I have a pulled groin from dance last week. K asked me to be in a tribute dance for Js, which I was happy to do. Then she said 'leap' and I leapt like I haven't leapt in years. And pulled my groin muscle. WTF BODY, WHEN DID YOU START GETTING OLD ON ME?

It was my own fault. I didn't warm up, just started dancing. What a dumbass I am sometimes.

Teal Deers run in packs:

- my thesis isn't done
- my wedding isn't planned
- omg cramps
- I'm old
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Part of my issue with losing weight is that I don't like to shower. Well, no, I do like to shower and be clean, but if I shower too often (once a day is too much for me) my skin and hair dry out and crackle like hell. Yet when I exercise I sweat like, ridiculous amounts. So. I try to avoid getting sweaty at times when it doesn't fit into my shower schedule (every other to every third day, depending.)

As a result of my "I really don't want to get sweaty right now" issue, I'm about forty pounds over where I want to be.*

Today I turn over my new "taking an extra shower is okay" leaf. I took a shower this morning and am going hiking this afternoon. It will drive me nuts to take another shower, but I need to sit myself down and say, "Self, this is okay. Just don't use too much soap."


I want to pole dance, which is where all this is going.

First world problems?

*MA didn't help. Reading 2000 pages/week and writing for your life = stuff one can't do on a treadmill, unless one is from Long Island and that ability is in their genes.

nirix5: (jorja mend my wicked ways)
Hair goodies!

I lost my boxwood comb (*sob*) a few weeks ago and have barely brushed my hair since. I finally got around to ordering another. This one isn't as good, but it's prettier (note the carved ume blossoms.) The carp kanzashi is my graduation present to myself (unless I don't graduate, in which case, it's a present to myself anyway.) According to the website from which they came:

Story of Carp's Leaping over Dragon's Gate:The Chinese word for carp is "li" which means advantageous or lucrative. Legend has it that the humble carp swims upstream against the rapid currents of the Yellow River to reach the Dragon Gate. Upon preparation it takes a courageous leap over the rapids and across the gate and transformed itself into the celestial dragon. This feat is comparable to the state examinations. The story symbolizes the olden days' scholar in preparation for his imperial exam. Upon successful attempt, he will enjoy a lifetime of wealth and prosperity as an imperial officer. The Carp therefore symbolizes great achievements and victories. According to Fengshui, having carp shaped items around your work or study place will enhance the "power" to achieve success.



Also check out my sweet couch upholstery.

nirix5: (me!)
Originally posted by [ profile] denorios at Please take a seat in the shaming room...
Since a number of US newspapers have refused to republish the latest Doonesbury cartoon strip which highlights the way Republicans are attempting to undermine a woman's right to choose, I feel it's important to make sure the message still gets across.

The shaming room awaits.

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Mar. 8th, 2012 12:31 pm
nirix5: (luthien/mohicans USE BY REQUEST ONLY)
We were standing in a town that was being evacuated due to an incoming hurricane. We were in a kitchen putting food in sacks and getting ready to leave. Outside the window, across the street, was a break wall. Beyond it we could see the sea being whipped up into whitecaps. It was dark, raining, the wind was blowing. I wanted to tell him I love him and I couldn't. I wanted to grab him and kiss him and I couldn't. We just kept working side by side. Eventually we were the last ones left, and we talked about going to make sure our grandmothers were all right. Then we went our separate ways.

What the shit is this supposed to mean????

nirix5: (Default)
Originally posted by [ profile] naamah_darling at Please spread the word about Paypal censoring ebook retailers!
I'm going to ask y'all for a favor.

Please, please, please spread the word about this:

Paypal Strongarms Indie Ebook Publishers Over Erotic Content

Because, y'all? I have seen zero people, zero, on my f-list talk about it. Two people on Facebook. Granted, I've been dealing with this shit while very upset and my memory is not the greatest on the best of days, so I might have missed something, but still, this is unacceptable. Y'all care. I know you do. So please spread the word. If you can't do anything else, cut and paste and link back here.

I have been so tired, and so demoralized, and so, so hoping that someone else would have the spoons to speak up about this, to start the push back. Hoping that big-name authors would take notice, would care, would make the articulate, well-researched, exhaustively linked posts that help get people centered around an issue . . . the kind of posts that I am too busy just trying to survive to make in a timely fashion. And it's not happening. No letter-writing campaigns, no petitions, no call to arms.

Folks, that call to arms needs to happen. This is going to really hurt people like me, like my husband, who make our money writing erotica that brushes up against the bars. And by hurt, I mean this is how we pay for our heat, this is how we pay for our food, this is how we pay for my medication, this is how we scrape by. I don't mean "This is how we pay for our research vacations to Brazil." I am talking the basics of survival, here. I am not fucking around.

And if you don't give a shit about one crazy pornographer in the middle of nowhere, well, okay, fine. Be selfish. No, really. This will affect you. It has the potential to affect everyone. Every reader, every writer, if their interests verge even a little bit into grey territory.

And folks? A tremendous amount of fiction goes there. Stories and novels and anthologies by popular and award-winning authors like Neil Gaiman and Terri Windling and Laurell K. Hamilton and Sarah Monette and Cat Valente and on and on A through fucking Z would be right the fuck out. Also, the Bible. Not that I personally give a flying fuck, but it's ironically on the list of shit that you couldn't buy through PayPal, if they had to adhere to their own rules.

Mark Coker's first email from Smashwords explained:

Today we are modifying our Terms of Service to clarify our policies regarding erotic fiction that contains bestiality, rape and incest. . . .

I've had multiple conversations with PayPal over the last several days to better understand their requirements. Their team has been helpful, forthcoming and supportive of the Smashwords mission. I appreciate their willingness to engage in dialogue. Although they have tried their best to delineate their policies, gray areas remain.

Their hot buttons are bestiality, rape-for-titillation, incest and underage erotica.

Which all sounds pretty indefensible, but:

A) It's all ill-defined.

  • This applies to all incest, including step-relations, and is so ill-defined that it might apply to distant cousins. Goodbye, realistic depictions of inbreeding in noble families throughout history.

  • This applies to all "rape for titillation," which is so ill-defined that it might apply to romance-novel bodice-ripping, and it applies to all "non-consensual BDSM" which, while that should certainly be illegal in real life, is also ill-defined, and might be stretched to cover all sorts of situations. I'm personally into BDSM in real life and I can tell you that most people are remarkably closed-minded about BDSM and have demonstrated a particularly atrocious track record at recognizing that there even is a distinction between consensual and nonconsensual BDSM. People who don't like it don't like it in any form, and they will try to shove it all into the box marked "rape."

  • This applies to all "bestiality," which specifically excludes fully-shifted shapeshifters and is furthermore so ill-defined that it might apply to gorgons, centaurs, sphinxes, and other mythical beasts that possess animal or partially animal bodies and human-level consciousness.

    B) We have to defend the indefensible, even if we do not like it. I don't care if it is the absolute worst and most horrible thing you have ever seen in your life, it is not PayPal's job to tell us what we can and cannot do with our money. If it is not against the law to buy or create it in the United States, i.e., if it is protected under freedom of speech, nobody has the right to tell us that we cannot create it or sell it or buy it. Not PayPal, not the banks, not Santa Claus, nobody.*

  • This started with Smashwords. I want to be clear, here, that Smashwords is not the villain, and Mark Coker has been working tirelessly to achieve some sort of détente whereby we can all carry on and profit without too much disruption. He despises the idea of censorship, but severing relations with PayPal would take time, and some sort of solution must be found in the meantime so that authors, who need to get paid by Smashwords, can keep selling. He is doing exactly the right thing, and I fully support his approach.

    It started with Smashwords, but it won't end with Smashwords.

    True, the big-name authors that you are likely to care about far more than you care about me and the rest of my porn-spewing ilk mostly don't publish through Smashwords, though some make their backlist available there. No, you probably aren't paying through PayPal when you buy their books. But this isn't just about who-gives-a-shit indie authors writing their dirty stepdaddy porn.

    It is about PayPal. PayPal says this is the banks' fault. That it's the banks putting pressure on them, so they're pressuring Smashwords and other indie outfits. And if that's true, we have a major fucking problem, because banks should not and cannot be allowed to do that. If that's true, that connection needs to be dragged into the light so that everyone can see it for what it is.

    Even if it's not true and it's just some asshole at PayPal with a burr up his ass, we have a major fucking problem. PayPal is huge, and the revenue streams for thousands of independent artists and authors get funneled through it. If they start telling us what we can and cannot put out there to sell, what we can and cannot buy, well . . . if you can't see there's a huge problem there, I honestly don't know if I can help you, and you might want to just go lie down for a while and hope the denseness passes.

    So I am asking you: please spread the word, please get people talking about this, please keep your readers, even if there are only two, abreast of this issue. And please, if you're an author with one of the big publishing houses, please, please post about this. In fact, if you know such an author, please ask them to post about it.

    I am not advocating spamming authors. I don't want to make people mad. But I want this exposed. I want people talking about this. I want acknowledgement from big-name authors that this shit matters, and I want to know that they are behind us, the way we have been behind them as fans and fellow authors.

    I am just asking that if you have a means of politely contacting them and asking them to weigh in on the issue, you do so. Twitter is good, comments are good, emails are good. Whatever, even if it's just a retweet. Please.

    This is not just about incestuous underage dog-rape porn, okay? Who the hell would rally to protect that? Nobody. Which is the problem, here. People glance at the issue and they see indefensible garbage, and they move on.

    That is a smokescreen! This is not about that crap. This is about people with no familiarity with genre fiction, with erotica, with the outer boundaries of sexual fantasy, being allowed to dictate how we express ourselves. This is about those people deciding where the line gets drawn between okay and not okay. This is not a new thing, though this crackdown is new, a new push against "obscene" content that previously nobody gave a shit about. They've already proven that they decide where the line is and that they can move it anytime they like; that they are doing this represents a shifting of that line. This is about being told what we can and cannot publish, and can and cannot buy. It affects everyone. And that should scare the shit out of you.

    And while we're at it, let's discuss that indefensible incestuous underage dog-rape porn. It's sick, and I don't write it, and I don't want to read it, and if a given indie self-pub outlet wants to say "we will not allow people to publish that through us" I suppose I am very grudgingly okay with that. But if a bank – and that is really how PayPal works, as a bank for e-commerce – wants to tell me that I cannot buy that stuff, THAT IS NOT OKAY. I will spend my money any goddamned fucking way I see fit. They have crossed the line. We need to unfuck this situation.

    And, final note, we need to discuss how to support independent authors and artists through this, because boycotting PayPal is going to hurt us. Frankly, I have no idea how to go about this, I am barely able to keep my own head above water, let alone think long and hard about how to fix the sinking ship, but I sure as shit hope that we can. I'm willing to suffer for the cause, yes, but I am not willing to go without my drugs for however long this would take to settle out. So we need to be talking about how to take care of one another, how to support each other, while still effecting change.

    I entered into the devil's bargain with PayPal because I had no other choice. No, you in the back smugly stroking your sense of superiority through your fashionably unfashionable pants, I did not have another choice. I needed, and still need, to make money, and that means 1) getting my stuff in front of people and 2) making it easy for those people to pay me for it. That is what sites like Etsy and Smashwords do. They make it easy for me to get my stuff out there and get it sold and get myself paid. As I have said repeatedly over the past few days, I cannot afford to abstain on principle. They are a luxury I am too poor and too screwed and too uninsured and too mentally ill to afford. I don't make much off my bargain with this company, but I need every fucking penny of it. So much so that I am terrified that if I post this, PayPal will suspend my account as punishment. Because I can't afford for that to happen. I need the security they allow me to provide for myself.

    What I do not need? This five-day headache with PayPal's name on it. The indifference of people – big-name, small-name, no-name – whose voices, if raised, could maybe make a difference. The assumption that indie publishing isn't important and that stuff put out through independent channels isn't any good and that I must, therefore, be trying to defend something worthless and indefensible. The assumption that this is only about indie publishing, and the assumption that this is only about porn – really sick porn at that.

    This is about freedom, and for some of us, it is about survival.

    Paypal email addresses and phone numbers, should you wish to talk about this with someone there. This is old info -- if anyone has anything better, I will post that instead -- but it's better than the on-site contact stuff, which is routed through overseas response centers. Please speak out, BE POLITE, be articulate, be reasonable, and be firm.

    FYI, I will be moderating comments on this post with a heavy hand. I doubt it will be necessary, but I want productive conversation, not bickering. If you don't agree that this is a problem, I ask politely that you move on. We've nothing to say to one another.

    Also, yes, I swear a lot. If you feel inclined to say that this is hurting my case, I invite you to think very carefully about the core of this issue, and what relevance it may have to what you are about to say.

    * I am not arguing with anyone about whether or not PayPal has the right, as a private company, to make up bullshit rules. They technically do, but they have a virtual monopoly on payments made through the internet, they are deeply connected to the big banks, and allowing them to do this sets a hideously dangerous precedent. If the government cannot censor or suppress "obscene" content without those uppity free-speechers getting all riled up, well, private companies can do it. Right? Yeah. I'm not on board with that.

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    nirix5: (me!)
    Attend, please. Imperfections of the magnitude that are seen on your scales are certainly unique and one of a kind. They are not realistic unless your fish has a bacterial infection.

    They also are not particularly desirable if one is paying $2250 for a tail.

    Please, stop trying to spin sloppiness and poor craftsmanship as the finest 'unique' scales in the field.
    nirix5: (me!)
    Dear Everybody,

    Guess what? I don't really care that Whitney Houston died. It was weird in a 'huh' kind of way, because she's been around and part of the music scene since I was a kid. It gets the same kind of 'huh' from me that anyone does that was a household name who dies. I think the whole drug thing was a shame. Literally, I mean, throwing away a voice like that for drugs is shameful. But it's her life and she could do what she wanted with it.

    Now. I am sick to death of all the displeasure that you're showing that ANYONE in the media is paying attention to her death. All of the macros with dead soldiers or starving African children going 'Whitney who?'-- are you kidding me? GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELVES.

    Just because someone had addiction problems is no reason that they can't be mourned. Guess what? Soldiers have addiction problems. People from all walks of life have addiction problems. And believing that just because someone was in entertainment means that they never did anything to help society or individuals? Is BULLSHIT. Yes. Houston never picked up a gun to serve her country. However, she did:

    - break down race barriers in a restrictive industry
    - operate charities supporting children with AIDS, cancer, and who are homeless
    - support the United Negro College Fund, helping to send people of color to college who might otherwise not have been able to go
    - record and release her Superbowl rendition of "The Star Spangled Banner", donating ALL of her share of the profits to the American Red Cross Gulf Crisis Fund
    - Staged a concert specifically for soldiers and their families
    - refused to do any business with any agencies supporting apartheid
    - supported charities that raised apartheid awareness
    - become the first major singer to perform in South Africa after apartheid, donating proceeds from her concerts to various South African charities
    - re-release "The Star Spangled Banner" after 9/11, with all profits going to the New York Firefighters 9/11 Disaster Relief Fund and the New York Fraternal Order of Police

    Those are just the public things. You don't know how she affected individual lives. Guess what? When I was super depressed and going through a really hard time in my life, it was not a solider who saved me. It was a musician who got me through. Now, that wasn't Houston, but who's to say that her music never touched people, never helped them through hard times? I'm sure those people are mourning her right now. And newsflash: THEY HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO.

    (Just like you have every right to mourn Steve Jobs, who was a tyrant and a slave worker, literally, but hey, he didn't do drugs, so he's all right. Whatever. I wish you could see the dismissive sneer on my face right now.)

    And to the people in my parents' generation who are sounding off on this on Facebook:


    To sum up: Death is painful, whether big or small. Everyone has the right to mourn whoever they want, however they want. You don't have the right to judge or direct them.

    nirix5: (marie antoinette green dress)
    Heather, 29
    Binghamton, NY
    December 20th, 2011

    I lost my camera cord for a while, so this is a little on the late side of things (still within the 3 month window- barely!)

    On this day I go on a class field trip to see a textile exhibition at Cornell University, and then go home and clean my house.

    67 photos total )
    nirix5: (Default)
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    A machete. You don't have to reload a machete.

    (I keep one under my bed, just in case.)
    nirix5: (sephiroth- bullshit and ponies)
    You ever have one of those days when you pray to god that your parents don't get on facebook and read the comments your friends post?

    This is one of those days.

    Oh my god.
    nirix5: (sephiroth- bullshit and ponies)
    You ever have one of those days when you pray to god that your parents don't get on facebook and read the comments your friends post?

    This is one of those days.

    Oh my god.
    nirix5: (fantasia ballet)
    I am going to throw up and die. For so many reasons.

    Have to get this paper done by noon.

    Oh my shit.
    nirix5: (fantasia ballet)
    I am going to throw up and die. For so many reasons.

    Have to get this paper done by noon.

    Oh my shit.
    nirix5: (fantasia ballet)
    Time to panic, flail, and pray to whatever gods there be for mercy.

    (Ah, I love my first world problems.)






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