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Who in the hell thought it was a good idea to have fitting rooms attendants start asking if "everything fit today?" They didn't used to do that.
Because I imagine at least some of you, like me, take in a variety of sizes from reasonable to wishful to hallucinogenic, and don't like to be reminded of their inadequacies immediately after having confronted them in the mirror under strip lighting.
One day I will say to one of these annoyingly thin teenagers with perky breasts: "no, felt like a total cow, actually; thanks for asking" before throwing a armful of unflattering t-shirts at her head. (N.B., I would never really do this, probably.)
Incidentally, when did I start referring to teenagers as a separate species as though I were 80, rather than newly 23?
I'm supposed to have 5-6 pages of team research paper written by 1:30 tomorrow afternoon. Guess I'll be getting up early to do that one. Boring-ass advanced reference paper. Trends in fee-based services in academic libraries. *pause as my head hits the keyboard form the sheer tedium*
Today, I have read and loved![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amanuensis1's Raggle Taggle Gypsy (Sirius/bitter!Harry) and pogrebin's All's Fair (Percy/Oliver warfic). The latter calls hers an airhead!fic, but I found it lovely sad and oddly appropriate for the unfortunate current circumstances. The deadpan characterisation and potent bite of Amy's fic goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway. ;)
During my last Preservation class, my friend Meg made up a drinking game for the class that mentioned all of our friends in the class. My entries were "take a sip when Natalie rolls her eyes in disdain" and "take a drink when Natalie screams silently and drops her head to the desk." Both sadly accurate, though the best one was "finish the bottle whenever the second year students give us the Death Glare for being too boisterous."
Apparently being in library school is A Serious Business and we should Stop Kidding Around, and we are All Screw-ups despite our excellent collective GPA and creative projects and the professors who love us (we think). *makes a rude noise and accompanying hand gesture*
Off to put together the bookcase I finally broke down and bought to hold my overflowing fiction section. *g*
Because I imagine at least some of you, like me, take in a variety of sizes from reasonable to wishful to hallucinogenic, and don't like to be reminded of their inadequacies immediately after having confronted them in the mirror under strip lighting.
One day I will say to one of these annoyingly thin teenagers with perky breasts: "no, felt like a total cow, actually; thanks for asking" before throwing a armful of unflattering t-shirts at her head. (N.B., I would never really do this, probably.)
Incidentally, when did I start referring to teenagers as a separate species as though I were 80, rather than newly 23?
I'm supposed to have 5-6 pages of team research paper written by 1:30 tomorrow afternoon. Guess I'll be getting up early to do that one. Boring-ass advanced reference paper. Trends in fee-based services in academic libraries. *pause as my head hits the keyboard form the sheer tedium*
Today, I have read and loved
amanuensis1's Raggle Taggle Gypsy (Sirius/bitter!Harry) and pogrebin's All's Fair (Percy/Oliver warfic). The latter calls hers an airhead!fic, but I found it lovely sad and oddly appropriate for the unfortunate current circumstances. The deadpan characterisation and potent bite of Amy's fic goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway. ;)During my last Preservation class, my friend Meg made up a drinking game for the class that mentioned all of our friends in the class. My entries were "take a sip when Natalie rolls her eyes in disdain" and "take a drink when Natalie screams silently and drops her head to the desk." Both sadly accurate, though the best one was "finish the bottle whenever the second year students give us the Death Glare for being too boisterous."
Apparently being in library school is A Serious Business and we should Stop Kidding Around, and we are All Screw-ups despite our excellent collective GPA and creative projects and the professors who love us (we think). *makes a rude noise and accompanying hand gesture*
Off to put together the bookcase I finally broke down and bought to hold my overflowing fiction section. *g*
