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Aug. 23rd, 2008 12:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
usullusaI'm moving into my dorm Sunday morning. That's in a day. That leaves just tomorrow to pack, and might I add that I have not even begun to so much as consider packing.
Mostly, I've just been spending the past few valuable days being consumed by my undying love for Alec, and Swordspoint in general. (And if you haven't read it, it's by Ellen Kushner and you should go buy it now) I just have these phases.... where I really need to talk to somebody about all of the things that make a particular story so wonderfully delicious, but most of the time I don't have anybody to talk to. It's all very depressing. I tried to tide myself over by rereading Swordspoint drabbles, all of which I have already been through at least 3 times, but that just made me more restless and in need to somebody to talk to about it. In the end I wrote something quick about Garth and Rowan, my twins with a taste for bravado, a weakness for each other, and the misguided belief that their youth makes them invincible. It was the first thing I've written pretty much since summer began. I always write least when I have free time...
Tomorrow I need to make a run to the bank and deposit some money I got as a going away present, and then pack pack pack. If anybody has any ideas of where to get nice looking shoes that will keep my feet dry in the rain, PLEASE HELP. And also good looking walking shoes. My cousin's wife was wearing a lovely pair of black loafers with buckles on them today, but I forgot to ask her where she got them. But please no yellow rubber boots, or even ones with paisley/checkers/flowers/mutant bunnies on them. I HATE THOSE THINGS OH MY GOD.
That is all.
Also my federal unsubsidized stafford loan was disbursed yesterday even though I told them not to god freaking damnit argh.
Now that is all. Really.
Mostly, I've just been spending the past few valuable days being consumed by my undying love for Alec, and Swordspoint in general. (And if you haven't read it, it's by Ellen Kushner and you should go buy it now) I just have these phases.... where I really need to talk to somebody about all of the things that make a particular story so wonderfully delicious, but most of the time I don't have anybody to talk to. It's all very depressing. I tried to tide myself over by rereading Swordspoint drabbles, all of which I have already been through at least 3 times, but that just made me more restless and in need to somebody to talk to about it. In the end I wrote something quick about Garth and Rowan, my twins with a taste for bravado, a weakness for each other, and the misguided belief that their youth makes them invincible. It was the first thing I've written pretty much since summer began. I always write least when I have free time...
Tomorrow I need to make a run to the bank and deposit some money I got as a going away present, and then pack pack pack. If anybody has any ideas of where to get nice looking shoes that will keep my feet dry in the rain, PLEASE HELP. And also good looking walking shoes. My cousin's wife was wearing a lovely pair of black loafers with buckles on them today, but I forgot to ask her where she got them. But please no yellow rubber boots, or even ones with paisley/checkers/flowers/mutant bunnies on them. I HATE THOSE THINGS OH MY GOD.
That is all.
Also my federal unsubsidized stafford loan was disbursed yesterday even though I told them not to god freaking damnit argh.
Now that is all. Really.
