January 2nd, 2006

tired (glasses)

"Here by my side, you are, destruction. Here by my side, a new color to paint the world."

I miss Emma.  It sort of hit at one point yesterday afternoon that she's out of the country, and, ow.  (Though yes, I know, we mostly communicate via e-mail anyway.)

The advantage of being on AIM is that you can declare to the world that you are up at insane hours and available to talk.  Of course, the reason I've been staying off AIM is 'cause I'm reading or writing or otherwise unavailable.  But when you're up at 3am fighting with a story sometimes you wish for distraction even though you don't actually want distraction.

Anyway, zomg I have 1197 words.  It's not finished, but I've actually made the minimum, and I know what I have left to write -- it's just less interesting than the other stuff.  And I do have until Friday.  I just have far less time once I go back to work, so tonight was my deadline for getting the bulk of it written. [At last check-in, my word count was <200.]

Working my way through the fic I've Memoried, I found the "River speaks in the third person and calls Mal 'Captain Daddy'" fic Lorraine(?) had mentioned a while back.  The idea behind said fic is actually quite good, but yeah, ouch.  (And where does that even come from?  Other than "She understands; she does not comprehend" in OiS, do we ever see third-person!River in canon?)

Ages back, someone recommended the TNG novel Imzadi, and in typing up bits of it so I could return it, I was struck by the following:

"She's a gentle rainstorm and you're lightning in a bottle.  I doubt either of you would have the patience with the other to get anything going."

It's said of Deanna Troi and Will Riker, but it made me think of Inara and Mal.

And that's all I've got for now.

Oh, how this is college. Mucking up my sleep schedule [that would be this past week], then staying up all night with a writing project but spending most of my time distracting myself, vaguely watching the sunrise and then taking a nice long hot shower [which is one of the major loves of my life]. Now where is my lightly toasted plain bagel with peanut butter and a mug of readymade hot chocolate? :)
older Cordelia

Not sleeping means the day starts really early and thus feels really long.

I keep thinking it must be later than it actually is.

I went out today wearing my new coat.  I'd forgotten just how far down to my ankles it falls.  I'm stopping traffic, cinemagraphic, with my long black coat hanging down in the dirt, and my hair clinging to my face in the rain, like a goddess from the cult of beautiful pain, I don't wanna be another mystery.  I also felt kinda like I was wearing a leather trench coat, only without the ickiness of actually wearing leather.

Speaking of: Nathan Fillion. in a leather skirt kilt

And speaking of Firefly pretty: banners for each crew member

It makes me sad that there's no way to find out the identity of people who sign a Graffiti Wall -- though certainly it's interesting guessing based on content etc.

My brother's looking to live off-campus next year, so he was craigslisting on my computer ('cause it's faster than the family computer).  So of course I had to pull up Boston for myself, even though I really shouldn't seriously think about this until I have actual signed paperwork from HBS.

* $1050 studio incl. heat & hot water @ Beacon Hill
* $690 + utilities for 1 (of 3) bedrooms in a Davis Square apt. (w/ washer/dryer in apt.)

dorrie6 has started forksuit, for discussion of religion as myth etc.  It doesn't quite feel like something I wanna be a part of, but I thought it might be of interest to some of you folk. And I'll probably be checking in on it from time to time.

Okay, CSI: Miami and then bed.  (I actually have to go back to work tomorrow.  What's up with that?)