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jecca_mehlota) wrote2009-12-11 11:10 pm
jecca_mehlota) wrote2009-12-11 11:10 pm
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"(...) both an awareness of the narrator and an utter disregard for the fourth wall."
Is LJ being incredibly flaky these days, or is it my computer hating me in peculiar ways again? I can never tell.
We finally have snow! I am pleased. It isn't much (it's probably more back at my parent's house, as it's generally colder and they live at a higher elevation than I do here), but, you know, December in New England (or at least my corner of it) with no snow is just wrong. We used to have snow at Halloween! What is going ooon? This is not to be misinterpreted as me liking winter or snow in particular, just that I dislike it when the weather is all stupidly weird. (Really, walking to work has been a lot less fun since the snow and ice started.)
I can't come up with a third paragraph that I don't get inexplicably discouraged with halfway through (something about trips to the post office to mail things or the laziness-induced lack thereof, baking a million cookies with my mother next week, and an offer-slash-inquiry), so this sentence will have to suffice, instead.
Things have been a bit odd lately! I am slowly being assimilated into the internet, or something, is the current standing theory, because all evidence points to me ceasing to exist in the physical world. I don't mean for this to sound emo, by the way, the wording is just what it is. Everyone is ignoring me! It is surreal. I go into a shop and stand at the counter and cannot get the attention of the employees. I walk down the street (or just stand somewhere) and people walk right into me. I call out to people I know (using their name, even) and they do not appear to hear me! I cannot get phone calls returned to save my life. They somehow managed to cut my hours at work. Even my roommate (when she is around, which is an event infrequent to the point of hilarity these days) has started tuning me out.
It is mildly alarming.
I HAD TO TURN IN 65 BHEFHEL MARLINS BEFORE THAT USELESS GALKA GAVE ME ANOTHER PIRATE'S CHART MAY THE EMPTINESS OF PROMYVION CLAIM HIS SORRY EXISTENCE.
(For the record, your odds of getting the chart are supposed to be around 1/20. Of course, those are also supposedly the odds for the dagger, and that's clearly not happened. My brother and I have the worst luck ever, evidently.
... And this is ignoring your chances of catching the blasted things and not being run off the boat by a Sea Horror oh god why in the first place.)
We finally have snow! I am pleased. It isn't much (it's probably more back at my parent's house, as it's generally colder and they live at a higher elevation than I do here), but, you know, December in New England (or at least my corner of it) with no snow is just wrong. We used to have snow at Halloween! What is going ooon? This is not to be misinterpreted as me liking winter or snow in particular, just that I dislike it when the weather is all stupidly weird. (Really, walking to work has been a lot less fun since the snow and ice started.)
I can't come up with a third paragraph that I don't get inexplicably discouraged with halfway through (something about trips to the post office to mail things or the laziness-induced lack thereof, baking a million cookies with my mother next week, and an offer-slash-inquiry), so this sentence will have to suffice, instead.
Things have been a bit odd lately! I am slowly being assimilated into the internet, or something, is the current standing theory, because all evidence points to me ceasing to exist in the physical world. I don't mean for this to sound emo, by the way, the wording is just what it is. Everyone is ignoring me! It is surreal. I go into a shop and stand at the counter and cannot get the attention of the employees. I walk down the street (or just stand somewhere) and people walk right into me. I call out to people I know (using their name, even) and they do not appear to hear me! I cannot get phone calls returned to save my life. They somehow managed to cut my hours at work. Even my roommate (when she is around, which is an event infrequent to the point of hilarity these days) has started tuning me out.
It is mildly alarming.
I HAD TO TURN IN 65 BHEFHEL MARLINS BEFORE THAT USELESS GALKA GAVE ME ANOTHER PIRATE'S CHART MAY THE EMPTINESS OF PROMYVION CLAIM HIS SORRY EXISTENCE.
(For the record, your odds of getting the chart are supposed to be around 1/20. Of course, those are also supposedly the odds for the dagger, and that's clearly not happened. My brother and I have the worst luck ever, evidently.
... And this is ignoring your chances of catching the blasted things and not being run off the boat by a Sea Horror oh god why in the first place.)