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la_belle_laideThe heat and draught continue unabated. I'm into it. I love jogging in the humidity. It coats my lungs.
Yesterday, with much relief and not a whit of nostalgia, I registered for my last trimester at school. Registration is notoriously hellish, particularly at this school. But yesterday it was mostly painless. It only took me about twenty minutes (as opposed to the usual 2+ hours,) but then I had to search the whole school for someone to schedule me for Clinic2. Eventually I located the administrator in question. I didn't get the clinic day that I wanted, but I figured I had it pretty much okay anyway. All my clients on one day, and in reasonable hours. (Not so early that I'd be hitting the morning rush hour and risk being late.)
Then I got a phone call today telling me that, OOPS, they forgot that the clinic was closed during my scheduled hours. Seriously, people? Yes, seriously. So in the end, I had to reschedule my clinic to the morning. You know, where I'll be fighting the morning rush hour to get there. And since it's ass amount of miles away and you really never know what the traffic is going to be like, it can take me an hour to get there, or it can take me three hours. YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT IT'S GOING TO BE.
Well, it's only for three months, right? That's what I keep telling myself.
So, people, Mel Gibson. How is this utter toolbag still walking around? How does a person get so hateful, so filled with loathing and poison? And then, how do they even function? And how do they manage to hide it long enough to find success? How do these hideously disgusting people fly under the radar for so long? I'll tell you what: I can't wait until Seth McFarlane and Family Guy take their shot at him. 'Cause you know it's coming. :)
The other thing I wanted to ramble about was this band I fell in love with.
This was one of the songs to Dead Fantasy (which I was fangirling over a few entries ago.) I listened to a few more of their songs and decided I was crazy about them. This is a fantastic song, but their other ones are great too. It's my current "Driving To School" soundtrack.
I'm gonna go eat ice cream and play a video game in a sec, but before I go I just wanted to put into the universe that today I thought of a total best-seller story. This is something that I really believe would take off insanely. However I don't think I'm going to write it yet. It's the first thing I've thought of that's really grabbed me by the throat the way that Qualia did. I sat down and mapped out some characters that I immediately liked. I don't want to say what the premise is, but the working title is Blue Fish. I don't know what to do with it yet so it's back-burnered. I know that it would reach a lot of people, where Qualia is really more of a SF audience kind of thing.
Also before I go I want to post this pic of this shoe-shaped bruise on my thigh:
It's hideous. And yes, those marks you see are from crossed shoelaces. WIN.
Okay, now ice cream and a game.
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Date: 2010-07-11 12:22 am (UTC)I have been workshopping mine down here at the escuela and thinking of you, and our apparently-now-defunct writing group, and how helpful having other eyeballs is. So you know, when you get writing, yeehaw! Maybe we can get back into swapping!
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Date: 2010-07-11 02:02 am (UTC)MissT
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