Is this why they call it Hell week? (or is that just associated with fraternities and sororities?)
My sense of time is completely disoriented - next week's finals, but I still don't have my computer. I've been doing research in the library and hoarding precious hours in the comp lab writing drafts of shitty papers, but most of the time I just kind of want to lay down and cry. All my Stress Days have accumulated and merged into one ugly Stress Headache, and half the time I don't remember why I'm still in school.
Then vague memories of Higher Education and my Diploma, and most importantly All That Money Your Mother Spent resurface and I plod on.
I haven't read more than two stories of the Lauren ficathon, and I'm a third finished with one piece and halfway finished with another one (yes! you get two stories from me) - but once finals are over (and or) I get my computer back, there will be much feedbacking. Seriously though - if you've signed up and you haven't posted your story - please tell us. And read all the stories and feedback.
Otherwise, my life outside of school, computer hysteria, evil!otp crushing, has been pretty sedate.
I miss my cd burner like crazy.
I did get to chat with the elusive![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
redrover1980 today though, and she had brilliant news, so I'm glad she's happy. :)
To the hyperchat girls - I saw the Random crush boy today. Actually, he was behind me on the escalator as I was leaving for the computer lab.
Random crush boy is a boy I noticed my junior year of college - I actually spotted him not long after me andamezri had our awesome ABC adventure - which I think is the only reason he caught my eye (I had Anders withdrawal, tis all). If I had to say I had a boytype, it would be the tall(ish) dark haired, slender type. The kind of boy that doesn't slouch so much as he hangs around, in faded jeans and sneakers. This is the kind of boy that almost always is by the import section of the record store, the boy with dark hair spilling over his forehead and who may or may not have a homemade haircut that works, who wears fitted tee shirts and wristbands and always has a pen sticking out of his back pocket. This kind of boy.
Random crush boy is not like that at all. He's tall, and spikey blond, with broad shoulders that taper into fitted pants and shiny doc martens. The first time I saw him, he was lounging against a pillar, looking disdainful and imperious in a grey suit number. I immediately thought of him as Bookend boy - nice looking, but hardly essential. In fact, his arrogant attractiveness put me off actually - he looks exactly like those model boys on the slickest pages of GQ and Esquire. I don't even have to bet that he has the washboard abs.
I kept on seeing him lingering in the hallways, like a really attractive ghost, and most of the time I was annoyed or pleasantly diverted - I wished he'd stop gelling his hair, for a start, but nothing really clicked. That's why it's a random crush.
The last time I saw him? He was moving to elegant summer punk wear - a wife beater, the tailored pants, a belt, and flip flops. He has a tattoo - a sun set I think - I was walking pretty fast, but it was a colorful explosion on his bicep.
And of course today is the day I'm wearing the yay!boobs shirt, so for once he saw me not dressed in comfortable college drag (ie, sweatpants, horrified expression, hair all over the place).
It was strange.
My sense of time is completely disoriented - next week's finals, but I still don't have my computer. I've been doing research in the library and hoarding precious hours in the comp lab writing drafts of shitty papers, but most of the time I just kind of want to lay down and cry. All my Stress Days have accumulated and merged into one ugly Stress Headache, and half the time I don't remember why I'm still in school.
Then vague memories of Higher Education and my Diploma, and most importantly All That Money Your Mother Spent resurface and I plod on.
I haven't read more than two stories of the Lauren ficathon, and I'm a third finished with one piece and halfway finished with another one (yes! you get two stories from me) - but once finals are over (and or) I get my computer back, there will be much feedbacking. Seriously though - if you've signed up and you haven't posted your story - please tell us. And read all the stories and feedback.
Otherwise, my life outside of school, computer hysteria, evil!otp crushing, has been pretty sedate.
I miss my cd burner like crazy.
I did get to chat with the elusive
redrover1980 today though, and she had brilliant news, so I'm glad she's happy. :)To the hyperchat girls - I saw the Random crush boy today. Actually, he was behind me on the escalator as I was leaving for the computer lab.
Random crush boy is a boy I noticed my junior year of college - I actually spotted him not long after me and
amezri had our awesome ABC adventure - which I think is the only reason he caught my eye (I had Anders withdrawal, tis all). If I had to say I had a boytype, it would be the tall(ish) dark haired, slender type. The kind of boy that doesn't slouch so much as he hangs around, in faded jeans and sneakers. This is the kind of boy that almost always is by the import section of the record store, the boy with dark hair spilling over his forehead and who may or may not have a homemade haircut that works, who wears fitted tee shirts and wristbands and always has a pen sticking out of his back pocket. This kind of boy.Random crush boy is not like that at all. He's tall, and spikey blond, with broad shoulders that taper into fitted pants and shiny doc martens. The first time I saw him, he was lounging against a pillar, looking disdainful and imperious in a grey suit number. I immediately thought of him as Bookend boy - nice looking, but hardly essential. In fact, his arrogant attractiveness put me off actually - he looks exactly like those model boys on the slickest pages of GQ and Esquire. I don't even have to bet that he has the washboard abs.
I kept on seeing him lingering in the hallways, like a really attractive ghost, and most of the time I was annoyed or pleasantly diverted - I wished he'd stop gelling his hair, for a start, but nothing really clicked. That's why it's a random crush.
The last time I saw him? He was moving to elegant summer punk wear - a wife beater, the tailored pants, a belt, and flip flops. He has a tattoo - a sun set I think - I was walking pretty fast, but it was a colorful explosion on his bicep.
And of course today is the day I'm wearing the yay!boobs shirt, so for once he saw me not dressed in comfortable college drag (ie, sweatpants, horrified expression, hair all over the place).
It was strange.
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