Sometimes I Think This Cycle Never Ends

Faithful Readership! Santa Hack Brings You Ficcage!

Fri, 25 Dec 2009 22:02:26 GMT

Merry Christmas flist! : D

I have posted my "White Day"-verse Christmas oneshot to FF.Net; the next chapter of Ugetsu Monogatari to follow later this evening.

Enjoy! ^_^

Turkey Day 2009, yo.

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 04:54:23 GMT

Just a quick line to say two things:

1) Happy Thanksgiving flist (and those just wandering through)!!! I celebrated my favorite holiday by stuffing myself with truly grotesque amounts of food and drinking my good ol' stand-by, Jack and coke, surrounded by the fam.

How 'bout you?

2) I have posted my first (and so far only) new story of 2009, which makes this my least productive year to date.

...that's not actually something to celebrate, is it.

Anyway.

Everlong, for your Turkey Day reading pleasure, is posted at FF.Net.

Love ya, guys! ^_^

"Don't call it a comeback..."

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 03:25:24 GMT

...mostly 'cause it ain't.

This first quarter has been fucking ridiculous in terms of workload. I'm hoping next quarter I'll be able to do things like sleep and eat like a person. In the mean time, I've obviously done no work on Captain Mis, Ugetsu or anything else for that matter. Next chapter of CM is like a quarter done, though, so I've at least started on it.

Also, I do check in on here; I just don't always have the time to leave a message too, thoughtful (I try to be) or otherwise. So to my flist, trust me, I'm aware of what's going on in your lives. I celebrate your successes, mourn your not-successes, and hate your asshole roommates as much someone removed from the immediate situation is capable (by the way, shuyobob , I hope to see a pic of the new "hardware" soon! ^_^)

Okay. So I'm off to bed now. I have several complaints and grievances, but I'm too damn tired to bitch right now.

Sat, 29 Aug 2009 03:06:04 GMT

Okay, just a warning: from here on out, I will be locking all entries on here pertaining to my place of employment.

So if you want to read them, you'll have to log in.

Sorry. But I take the precautionary measures, on the off chance one of my students should stumble upon my little corner of the Internetz.

Crazy is as crazy does.

'Night all.

Because why not?

Sat, 15 Aug 2009 07:28:43 GMT

So. I have been dead on here for a while. A lot has happened in a very short amount of time. Unfortunately (fortunately?), it's too late and I'm too tired to get into it, so it'll have to wait for another day.

My reason for this entry to is give you all a little something, since I haven't posted anything in like...a month? Two months?

Whatever: we'll say "a while" and call it macaroni (or something). So, I have decided to revisit the infamous RK Western fic I have ~~threatened~~ shared with you all on here before.

So here's a refresher...

And here's the bit that actually comes right after that bit up there:

Saturday found Tokio and Morinusuke walking down the street with Saitou, bright and early.

“I still don’t see why I had to come,” Morinusuke muttered, disgruntled that his sister had swept into his room and basically dragged him out of bed.

“Stop complaining,” Tokio ordered, pace brisk. “Not only will it not get you out of coming, you sound like a baby.”

Morinusuke sent her a black look; Saitou chuckled and adjusted his hat so the brim shaded his eyes.

Saitou’s house was a very nice two-story A-frame away from the noise of the saloons and restaurants and shops. A fence surrounded it, though the yard was bare; Tokio could still smell the sawdust, it was so new.

She had to admit that she was impressed with the scale and layout of the house, particularly as he’d built it basically on his own, with some help (or a great deal of interference, if you took Saitou’s word for it) from Okita.

Not that she admitted this out loud, of course—she didn’t want to encourage the man, after all.

They walked through the gate and mounted the porch, and Saitou gallantly opened the door for them and allowed them in first.

“You will need to sweep the floor before you think about putting down carpet,” she said, clinically assessing the house from her place in the entry.

“It was swept.” Saitou said, leaning against the wall, hand in the pockets of his vest, no doubt searching for rolling papers and that infernal tobacco he insisted on smoking.

At least he doesn’t chew it, she thought, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

“It needs to be swept again,” she replied. “This time by someone who knows how to use a broom, preferably.”

Morinusuke’s muffled laughter from behind her made turning to see Saitou’s expression completely unnecessary.

She removed her gloves and bonnet and gave them and her reticule to Morinusuke to hold, not that he accepted them gracefully:

“I’m not holdin’ that stuff!” he spat when she asked him to take the items from her.

Tokio raised an eyebrow.

“And where, exactly, am I supposed to put them? On the imaginary furniture that isn’t here?” she asked dryly.

“On the floor,” Morinusuke replied mutinously.

“You will hold them for me, Morinusuke,” Tokio said, voice cool. “I will not be asking you a second time.”

It was a tone that had made grown men go meek, and Morinusuke didn’t stand a chance against it; he glared at her, then turned his head away and snorted:

“Che—fine.”

“Thank you,” she said archly, placing the items in his hands.

“Say, Tokio,” Saitou drawled from where he was still leaning against the wall, placidly rolling himself a cigarette, “how would you like a job as my warden? I bet if I had you watching the prisoners, we’d never have a fight break out.”

“I’m afraid I must decline,” she said frostily, and Saitou smirked and with a low chuckle went back to what he was doing.

She entered the first room to her left and began her inspection, and Saitou found himself completely intrigued by the process. She was taking this whole thing deathly serious, which was a major part of the reason he’d thought to ask her. For all that he adored goading her about how very proper she was, he knew she’d do what he’d asked her to do with good taste and a sense of refinement that was quite beyond him.

And she wouldn’t make his house look like some God-awful mausoleum, the way he was convinced her mother would.

“This room is the parlor,” she decided finally, arms crossed over her chest.

“Actually, it’s—” Saitou began.

“It’s the proper size for a formal receiving room,” Tokio said, clearly not listening to him. “You will, of course, require a pianoforte, but I believe it shouldn’t be very hard to ship one from San Francisco.”

“Hey,” Saitou snapped, annoyed, when she paused. “This isn’t a parlor.”

Tokio raised an eyebrow.

“Then what it is?” she asked.

“My office.”

“You have an office.”

“At the jail,” he agreed.

“Then you don’t need another one,” Tokio concluded.

“No, what I don’t need is a parlor!”

Tokio sighed in obvious annoyance.

“Marshal,” she said impatiently. “Is your bride-to-be from back east?”

“Yes,” he snapped.

“Then you need a parlor,” Tokio informed him. “Any proper Eastern lady will demand one, and you’ll look very foolish indeed if you’ve turned her parlor into an office, now won’t you?”

“What the hell does she need a parlor for?” he demanded.

“To receive and entertain her guests,” Tokio said incredulously.

“What guests, woman—we live in the goddamn desert!”

“Marshal,” she said reproachfully. “Mind your language—there’s a child present.”

“I’m not a child,” Morinusuke said defensively; he’d been enjoying the back and forth until now.

“Of course you are,” Tokio said dismissively.

“I don’t need a parlor,” Saitou insisted.

“You don’t, perhaps, but your wife will need a space to entertain in—or do you expect her to never have guests for the duration of your wedlock?” Tokio asked in a tone of voice that told him he was an idiot if that’s what he’d been thinking.

“I’m not a little kid!” Morinusuke said, raising his voice.

“And I’m not arguing with both of you at the same time!” Tokio snapped, eyes flashing. “You’re a child and that’s the end of it! And you’re getting a parlor and that’s the end of it! Now both of you be quiet!”

Both males immediately shut their mouths; Saitou saw the stupefied expression on Morinusuke’s face and knew he wore a similar one on his. Tokio drew in a deep, calming breath, let it out, then smoothed down the front of her skirts.

“Now then,” she said, voice pleasant if a little professional. “To continue…”

She walked to the doorway and waited for the two to move out of the way, which they did, and she breezed by them and into the room directly across from Saitou’s newly dubbed parlor.

Saitou looked down at Morinusuke.

“Your sister’s scary,” he commented.

“Yeah,” Morinusuke agreed, still watching the woman in question.

“Yeah,” Saitou echoed, turning his gaze back to Tokio. “Must be that red hair.”

I am SUCH a bad mommy to my poor idiot child!! D:

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 04:10:19 GMT

Today was Captain Mis' 3rd birthday, and I FORGOT ABOUT IT UNTIL NOW WTF, HACK?

I suck. :( Poor CM.

And I won't even be able to celebrate late the way I have the last couple years, because the next chapter isn't done yet; I severely overestimated how much free time I'd have doing this Op Teach thing (because I'm a 'tard).

Maybe I'll bang out a little something to post to "Small Things" to celebrate tomorrow? IDK. I just know I feel really bad because I forgot CM's 3rd birthday.

...

Saaaaadfaaaaace

WE are not amused, OR pleased. >(

Sun, 26 Jul 2009 13:57:39 GMT

Kinda pissed this morning--leftover from yesterday--but that seems to be the theme for a lot of people today.

My USELESS fucking prof from my Instructional Strategies class has been sending us back assignments we did for her with her corrections (many of which are opinion-based rather than fact-based). I have been putting off correcting and resubmitting the last batch of work, because of a virus that had infected the MDC network. I waited until this weekend to get to it, because this weekend was when I knew for a fact that the network was okay now.

I bristle a lot over her corrections to my work, mostly because I don't respect her as a teacher, but also because many of her "corrections" to my work are "grammar" corrections (ie: "Your child has this signed contract in their notebook," instead of "Your child has this signed contract in his or her notebook"), and since I think she's an idiot I don't like her correcting me on my area of expertise, shall we say.

Anyway. I make her stupid fucking "corrections" to my work, because in the end as much as I hate it, she's the one grading me and I have to make her happy. Then I go to upload my "corrected" work to the online program we use...only I see that the assignment I'm trying to upload has already been graded.

She gave me 15 out of 20 points, and I'm fucking pissed off about it.

She said she would give us until 12 PM to upload our work. To me, this means that I have until 11-fucking-59 AM to upload my work if I feel like it. To her, however, this apparently meant "I'll grade this if I feel like it, whether it's 12 or not." I went to upload at approximately 11.50, but found I was not going to be able to.

THANKS YOU FUCKING WHORE, I APPRECIATE THE CHANCE TO GET A DECENT GRADE.

It's only 5 points, but I did the goddamn work to her stupid fucking specifications--against my will, but I did it--and it pisses me off. I wonder if it's worth it to raise a stink; part of me says, "Dude, let it go," but another part of me says, "You fucking email her RIGHT THE FUCK NOW and MAKE her change your grade!!"

IDK. Maybe I'll see what my mother thinks; Christie and Michi already told me to go with Option 2, so right now it's pretty heavily leaning in that direction.

...stupid cunt. >(

Writer's Block: Dream Vacations

Wed, 15 Jul 2009 15:57:58 GMT

What vacations would you most like to take in the next five years?

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I'd like to go to Japan, Greece, Italy, England, Scotland and back to Ireland.

Major points of interest in Japan are Kyoto and Osaka; I can take or leave Tokyo. In Italy, Florence and the Vatican City; I'm pretty whatever about everything else. In England, it's London and Stratford-upon-Avon. In Ireland, I'd like to stay on the west coast, mostly, though I'd probably go to Dublin to see the Guinness factory, since I missed out on that one last time, and do another tour of Trinity College. I've no absolute definites in Greece (aside from going to Athens and seeing the Acropolis, obviously) and Scotland.

I might also relent and go to Paris, but only to visit The Oscar and The Lizard King to pay my respects. Maybe make a day trip of it when I'm in England? IDK.

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 22:38:48 GMT

Parlez-Vous Francais?

Reponse: Non.

3/10. Ouch. Got the first and the last ones right, though.

...Yay?

I gives you shits and giggles.

Sat, 11 Jul 2009 18:34:49 GMT

Asia Quiz

I was surprised that I got 8/10.

Then again, with as much useless information as I know, I really shouldn't be.

Enjoy! ^_^

Tue, 07 Jul 2009 14:04:28 GMT

So. DBK and I broke up.

Sunday night. His stupid phone is out of commission again, so instead of calling me up on his house phone, he logged onto AIM, dropped that little bomb on me and then logged out.

Six months, more than half of it spent in frustration and despair, and I got dumped over AIM.

I happened to be at my computer at the time, and I was drinking, so when I realized what he'd done, I sent back a nasty reply. Monday morning when I was sober and read it again, well, that's when Anger was joined by Sadness and Disappointment and Hurt. I didn't want it end, because I could see the potential there (I wouldn't have stuck it out if I hadn't), and if it did have to end, I didn't want it to end like that. I thought, as much shit of his as I'd put up with, I deserved better. I didn't expect him to do it in person, because his head would have probably exploded, but I would have accepted it over the phone. When I told Christie, she compared it to being dumped via Post-It note, and yeah, it's a lot like that, only I think a Post-It note would have been a lot more humiliating.

I've already had my crying jag, although a weepy kind of feeling will come out of nowhere every now and again. I invested a lot in him, I jumped in head first, and I landed hard. It doesn't hurt as bad as it could have, because I've seen this coming since end of March; it just didn't become an inevitability until very recently.

I know I was a good girlfriend. I know that none of this was my fault, because he's just too fucked up and I don't believe he really wants to change. And I know that I'll be fine.

But it's going to hurt for a little while. In the meantime, I have an awesome support group to help me get through, and on the upside, personal disappointment has put me in a writing kind of mood, lol. I guess it's true what they say: if there were no tortured souls, there'd be no art.

Anyway. So yeah. That's what's been going on. And I just realized that this will be my first post for July, ugh. Way to start the month, lol.

Bitch bitch bitch.

Sat, 27 Jun 2009 02:48:10 GMT

It's official: I'm sick.

Just what I need, something to add to the SUCK that is my Instructional Strategies class (and boy howdy, were there EPIC levels of TEH SUCK tonight). The only saving grace is that it ends this weekend.

...she made us read fucking PowerPoint slides again today. God this woman is useless. I swear, I'll take a raging bitch who'll teach me shit over some woman who's nice but doesn't know where the FUCK she's standing on a good day.

And this woman may be teaching future students of mine.

FML.

Fri, 19 Jun 2009 14:53:28 GMT

All righty folks: I are off to the Magical World of Disney.

Be back Monday.

See ya then.

OMGWTF, FML.

Sat, 13 Jun 2009 16:35:23 GMT

Soooooo...not impressed with my second Ed prof. Enough so that I currently write to you all while I sit in class, during an "Oral Case Study Q & A," something I have refrained from doing since I started this program out of respect.

I ended my first class with high expectations, and was severely underwhelmed last night.

She had us read PowerPoint slides. Now, I don't know if I've ever told you guys about this, but I fucking hate PowerPoints. People don't know how to use them for the most part, and they take what could be a pretty cool tool and turn it into something awful and hateful and boring. So I hate having to do them, and I hate having to sit through them.

So you can all imagine how THRILLED I was when this woman made us read the slides out loud, one per person. -.-

Dude, this is going to be a LOOOOOOOOOONG 6 days.

Progress is such a lovely thing.

Thu, 11 Jun 2009 19:14:38 GMT

Heard from Chris today (the Miami-Dade Project Coordinator of Operation TEACH).

Guess who has an interview June 19 at 9 am?

^_^

I'll be interviewing at Miami Central (with 2 other people from my group of Op TEACH recruits, and 2 others from the other group that isn't nearly as good as my group--Blue Group for the WIN). This doesn't mean I'll be working there, necessarily, but it would be pretty awesome if I was; Miami Central is going through some really impressive changes under a new principal, and I think it would be kinda cool to be a part of that.

And to know by end of June (hopefully) that I have a job somewhere would be super fucking fantastic.

So yeah. We'll see.

I'm thinking I should bring back my FMA "Homework Kills" icon. We'll see.

Sun, 07 Jun 2009 02:04:30 GMT

Soooooooooooo...as of tomorrow at 4 pm, I will officially have one class of my four summer classes down for the count. Yay?

- - -

Am in the process of finishing up my Unit Plan. I'm rather pleased with it--hell, I may use it once I start teaching my bobos.

(And if you don't know what a Unit Plan is...don't worry about it. You don't have to know it. Just know that mine are mighty spiffy, if I do say so myself.)

The only thing is I can't stop fussing with it, but I think that's more because I don't want to finish my Classroom Management Plan Powerpoint that I have to present tomorrow that I'd really rather not present tomorrow...or ever, really. I'm sort of embarrassed by it, now that I've heard 3 other people's. I felt like such a hack, urk. : (

I'm apparently wonderful at slapping together lesson plans and unit plans (who knew? I honestly didn't see that coming, since the entire concept of planning down to the last detail doesn't really appeal to me), because it was stupid easy for me to do that bit, but that Classroom Management Plan...that's a horse of a different color.

- - -

Was thinking the other day that I haven't had as much trouble training my boy as I thought I would.

Then he went and emo'd out on me again today.

Le sigh.

Least he gave me a proper head's-up this time. I'll mark that progress.

- - -

Forgot to share this with you all, and I remembered it yesterday: I was mistaken for someone's mother on Mother's Day at Wal-mart (and no, I did not have a random child with me, which is the really bizarre part of this story).

I am more horrified by this than offended, because I can't imagine myself being anyone's mother, at least not right now (in a few more years, who knows?). I have enough trouble trying to adjust to the fact that I'm considered an adult now, because I think I'm a total spaz, and that the fact that I can breathe and walk upright at the same time is a miracle.

(I still wear t-shirts with a cartoon character--like Snoopy--on it & jeans & Chucks most days. Am I really an adult? Really? My goofy, 'tard-y ass?)

...okay, maybe I was a little offended that some woman (!!!) thought I was someone's mother. Because honestly, my first thought was somehing along the lines of, "Bitch, do I look old enough to have popped out a brat--oh wait, probably, yeah. ...oh fuck my life."

- - -

All right, I've wasted enough time I can't actually afford to waste.

TT_TT

There's a reason education in this country is fucked, and you can find that reason in our textbooks.

Thu, 28 May 2009 05:59:55 GMT

Have begun reading for my Op TEACH thingamabob, which starts with Classroom Management this Friday.

So far, I want to stab myself in the eye. Or, and a far better idea to me, to stab the author of my text in the eye.

Ed classes are fucking god-awful (and those of you who remember when I took a few at FU will remember that that was my primary complaint about them). I mean, I get that theory is important...but do you really need 40+ pages to tell me about lesson plans? REALLY? You honestly couldn't have done it in like 10? And none of it is even good, solid info--it all boils down to, "Lesson plans are really dandy to have, because they help you stay on track!"

THANKS FOR THE TIP ASSHOLE MAYBE NEXT YOU CAN TELL ME WHY IT'S SO SUPER-AWESOME TO BREATHE REGULARLY.

And I know the rest of the chapter (and the rest of the text) is going to be just as useless. I spent a half hour reading, and I don't feel like I've learned anything, or had any great epiphanies about the usefulness of lesson plans.

...this is going to be a long and painful summer, folks.

Sun, 10 May 2009 15:52:59 GMT

Happy Mother's Day!

The good news keeps on rollin' in! :D

Wed, 06 May 2009 22:12:32 GMT

I'M IN YOU GUYS!!!!

I just got the email, and my (ridiculously overqualified, if you ask my family and friends, lol) ass is in Operation TEACH!!!!

Fuck yeah, bitches. :D

Such WIN it can't even be expressed in words. Leastways none I know of.

Tue, 05 May 2009 04:38:16 GMT

MY MOM GOT ME A STAND MIXER YOU GUYS!!!!!!

XDDDD

I'm so fucking excited I'm still smiling about it! It was supposed to be a congrats present for getting into Operation TEACH (no, I don't know that I'm in yet, but let it never be said my mom doesn't have way more faith in my abilities than I do, lol), but then she just decided fuck it and gave it to me tonight.

I can't wait to use it--I HAVE NOT YET BEGUN TO BAKE!!!

In honor of my favorite Taurus...

Fri, 01 May 2009 20:51:15 GMT

I'm busy with last minute preparations for a certain ho's birthday celebration and also some odds and ends related to my Baby Gator's imminent arrival and just general housekeeping (literal housekeeping, you understand), but:

Happy Birthday Christie!!!

^_^

That is all.

Nation! I bring you lolz!

Thu, 30 Apr 2009 21:35:45 GMT

Ah, Stephen. What can I say, but thank you?

I's On Edjukashun.

...it's funny because it's true. XD

Oh my fellow English nerds...

Wed, 29 Apr 2009 17:11:04 GMT

Just took this quiz, and decided to share it with you all, because I know that several, if not all, of the people who frequent my questionable little corner of the Intertubes are voracious readers and generally dedicated bibliophiles.

See how many you can get right (My score: 9/13--and that was without having actually read a good portion of the listed books, further proving my assertion that knowing a little bit about everything gets you a lot farther than knowing everything there is to know about certain things)!

A man after my own heart. ^_^

Tue, 28 Apr 2009 01:10:21 GMT

My love for Roger Ebert began a very long time ago, when I was still pretty young. As a kid, I used his movie reviews as a barometer to judge whether or not I would enjoy a movie I was thinking about seeing. This formula has worked out very well for me for years (although I don't remember how or when exactly I started using it).

Recently, I've been frequenting Mr. Ebert's blog. And last night, I read this entry.

Mr. Ebert's reviews have always been a pleasure to read (and he won a very special place in my heart for his review of Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo, which is quite possibly the best review for a movie I've ever read). Now, I find I have his blog, just as thoughtful and insightful, to devour.

Thank you, sir, for continuing to delight the English nerd in me. Your and Tony Bourdain's blogs do crazy things to this geek's heart.

Mon, 27 Apr 2009 03:24:13 GMT

Got the urge to torture myself with something I want that I can't afford, because I haven't done that in a while, and I firmly believe torture is good for the soul (or something like that).

So I looked up stand mixer reviews and stand mixers on Amazon.

...

...

...

...I want a stand mixer so bad, you guys. TT_TT