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Awesome contextless quote of the day:

"I lost that one. I brought angst to a gunfight."

This post is brought to you by my desire never to forget any conversation I ever have.
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Go back to your old Internet haunts and check out the posts that 13-year-old you made. Count how many you still understand.

It's like nostalgia meets detective work!
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“The books you loved when you were in fourth grade and read them to tatters, you’ll never love another book like that.”
Daniel Handler, author of A Series of Unfortunate Events

Harry Potter was such a large part of my life for so long that I don’t even know what it’s given me. Apart from a few things—one very close friend, a moral compass in one moment of dire need, and a detailed knowledge of how to make a cloak out of a bedsheet—it’s really impossible for me to pick out the things that Harry Potter gave me from the things that I would have had anyway.

Maybe if I had picked up the books for the first time when I was eighteen, I could tell you, without bias, whether they were well-written or not, what their strengths and weaknesses were. But I can’t. For good or for ill, I loved them and love them still. They’re a part of me.

So thank you, Harry Potter. Thank you, J.K. Rowling. Thank you, fandom. Thank you, Sugar Quill, SQ87, and Arya. I like who I am. Thank you for the parts of me that you gave me.
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So, I'm in the Philadelphia airport, where I've just had my second cancelled flight of the day. Plus, on the landing of the flight from Kansas City, there was awful turbulence and the plane had to circle around three times, and when we landed, all of the passengers applauded because everyone was just a little afraid they were going to die.

Then our flight to Pittsburgh was delayed, so we didn't miss it, except then it just...never came. Nobody really seemed to know why. So then we went to a later flight to Pittsburgh, except that then the first officer went missing, so they had to cancel that as well. So now we're maybe getting another flight, or maybe they're giving us a hotel room.

On the bright side: I may get to miss my statistics exam tomorrow morning.

(This post probably sounds more bitter than it actually is. There's nothing life-or-death waiting for me in Pittsburgh, so I honestly think this is all kind of fun. *g*)

EDIT: Oh, yeah, forgot to mention. Having met my niece, I can confirm that she is, in fact, the best niece in the world. Despite being teeny-tiny and lacking speech or fine motor control.

They're gonna eat me alive

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What's cooler than going to your university's TEDx event?

Going to your university's TEDx event as a journalist, and getting a press pass.

*swoons*

I'm an aunt again!

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My sister-in-law had her baby! A girl, 6 lbs. 11 oz., three weeks early. Born on April Fool's Day. She and her mother are both doing well.

She doesn't have a name yet, but last I heard they were thinking seriously about calling her Sadie.

(I got the call in the grocery store. I might have freaked out the other customers with my squealing.)
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Today I participated in a scientific study (listening to a computer say words and then typing them) for $5. I think that officially makes me a college student.

Dispatches from winter break

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My father has bought a raw ham, which he plans to cure over the course of a year and a half and make into prosciutto.

This can only end in hilarious disaster. I'll keep you guys updated.
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The Senate has now officially voted to repeal Don't Ask, Don't Tell.

This is just to say...

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Thank you, Farscape, for getting me through my finals.

(Two down. Last one in two and a half hours!)

Ahem, Quillers...

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Tut, tut.

http://tinychat.com/b1jfg

If you're having trouble getting in, would you let me know? I will try to find a client that works better.

Calling all Quillers!

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Hey, flist! If you're one of the super-special people who used to frequent the Sugar Quill, you should come to our post-Deathly Hallows Quill chat on Saturday, at 4 pm EST.

Yes, that's right, Quill chat. You remember those, I'm sure. Not having the resources or the authority to use the old Quill chat, though, Saturday's chat will be held at

http://tinychat.com/b1jfg

No password or account required. Just use your old Quill name as a nickname.

Please be there. You guys are all awesome.

(Also, if you're coming, spread the word! We're probably all in contact with at least a few Quillers, so post on your LJ or let them know.)
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I voted for the first time today. Civic duty officially exercised!
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But it's time for my annual "I love birthdays" post.

Because I do love birthdays, even if mine isn't until Saturday. I was woken up from a nap at about 5 this evening to find almost all of my friends gathered in my living room, where they gave me, instead of a cake, a platter full of deep-fried Oreos. They'd deep-fried them themselves. (I'd never had one before, and I'd always really wanted to try one, and I was right! They're awesome!) And then my roommate gave me a board game that I'd been wanting, and my former roommate gave me a T-shirt she made for me that says "I'm somebody's gay best friend." (I knew that one was coming. I picked out the shirt and the paint colors.) And then my friend Paul made me two cakes, because he didn't make me one last year. And then I went to improv and got to pick a game to play, and...

I love birthdays. They remind me that I love my friends unironically and unsarcastically, even if I mostly relate to them through irony and sarcasm. Seriously, days like this just make me feel loved, and appreciated, and I don't think it gets better than this.
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I had an actual positive chance run-in with a classmate from high school today. (Rare only because I tend to keep in contact with the people from high school I liked.) Funnily enough, I'd thought I'd seen her several times over the past few days, only to realize it was someone else, so when we ran into each other on the street, although I recognized her, it took me a few moments to say anything. *g*

In other news: my roommate and I are finally getting settled--I'm very proud of myself for getting all of the Internet set up, since it involved calling several customer service people--but classes are slow to gain momentum. I'm sure the programming classes will quickly become difficult, but otherwise my only concern is matrix algebra. Not because of the subject matter, but because my professor can't teach. I'll find friends who know the subject to help me.

And that concludes my drive-by update, I guess.
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Knowledge for future generations: When trying to remove two-week-old hair dye stains from a white counter top, nail polish remover is the way to go.

(Incidentally, I've just recently dyed a large part of my hair green! Pictures may soon follow.)
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I have joined CMU's improv club! It's called No Parking Players (no, no one knows why) and it's really awesome. It's like summer camp, only some of the people are actually good at improv, and they always teach you how to get better.

I've actually been going for a month or so now (two meetings a week, in my copious spare time) and it's been really awesome. I'm terrible at improv, is the thing. I freeze way too easily. I can do games like Questions, which are about wordplay, but having to create a scene--a funny scene--out of nothing is almost impossible for me. See, I think too much. (Or, as one of the officers says, I'm "a cerebral player.") Part of it is that the comedy I tend towards is very dry and sarcastic, which is not conducive to improv, but a lot of it is getting stuck wondering what I should do next.

The funny thing is, when I stop wondering so much, I sometimes make a scene that really works.

So I've been working on not overthinking. And I'm getting better, a little bit. I can put aside the constant worry sometimes. I can look for situations in which I can react, instead of creating something out of nothing. And sometimes, when I say the first thing that pops into my head...it's actually funny.

Of course, there's a metaphor in there somewhere. But don't think about it too hard. *g*

And I can tell it's gonna be a good day

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Feet and feet of snow out there, and it's still coming. My friends and I had an epic snowball fight in the courtyard--sort of like the kind that I always thought I should have had as a kid, but never actually did. There were (and still are) people all over campus sledding and throwing and just generally rolling around in snow.

It's beautiful, too. I'll have to see whether I can get a few pictures from my friends with cameras.
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It's 2:30 am, and my father is shoveling the driveway.

Don't ask me. I just live here. *g*
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My floor's lounge is pretty awesome right now. See, we're not allowed to put holiday decorations up if they are in any way related to any religion at all. Like, we're not even allowed to put up things that are red and green. Because that would be exclusive.

So we banded together and made...the Secular Box!

A few photos below the cutCollapse )

Yeah, I wish I had more angles on it. It's awesome. And yes, those are badly-strung chili pepper lights in the background.

I've mentioned that I love my floor, right?

EDIT: They made us take it down. It is, for some incomprehensible reason, a fire hazard.

I do not approve.

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