Here's an index of my fanfic; my work is kind of spread out across different archives, and this is intended to be a little directory of all of it. There is one thing that is missing. I will repost it someday... probably.

( The list. )

This photoshop abortion reminded me that I went to see My Chemical Romance in concert with my siblings and my cousin and it was pretty much the best time ever. I didn't even like their first album, but the Black Parade was such a guilty pleasure, I don't even give a fuck.

I hope their ticket prices are reasonable because we agreed after the last concert that if they are we are so there. And none of us even particularly like the band. I haven't thought about MCR in forever. Damn.

Here are the real pictures we took at Yaoicon. nym_aulth is the most fantastic France in the world. We met her at the con and made her take photos with us, and holy shit they're ten times better with her in them. Love it. <3

Harl worked her ass off on this costume. She spent months on it. She hand-crocheted all the buttons on her coat, because she's hardcore. Me, I just hand-sewed some braid while I watched war movies. Not so much work. This is the reference I had to work off of:



Yeah. I elaborated.




( A whole bunch more. )

Note to Seth MacFarlane: taking a scene from another comedy, recreating it shot for shot, and making absolutely no changes except to replace a fax machine with an LP record isn't fucking funny. A reference isn't a joke, asshole.

Holy shit, high jump, fucking FINALLY. Where were you FORTY FUCKING MISSIONS AGO?

Also once again Riku is the only character in a Kingdom Hearts game that comes across as both knowing what he's doing and not being a total dumbass about it.

Gay teenager in Puerto Rico has been found decapitated and dismembered at the side of the road. What do the police have to say about this? "Este tipo de personas cuando se meten a esto y salen a la calle saben que esto les puede pasar." So basically, it was his fault for being gay.

I'll make a happier LJ post when I get over the rage and stop crying.

I compiled my all my notes and wrote a fifteen page paper in the space of a day yesterday.

I'm still suffering complete mental burnout.

I have to finish the first draft of my term paper today. But I find myself really desperately wanting to go back into the database to figure out what the fuck was going on with the Norwegian government in exile. They seem to be pretty insecure as far as their post-war position at home as early as June of 1941. I find this long-term, petty political jockeying when they have a few hundred thousand Nazis sitting on their country to be fascinating. From the documents I have, it doesn't quite feel like impotent rage, but maybe a good bit of impotent pouting.

The best part about research is when your hands smell like old books.

I realized when I moved into my apartment this year that I have a room with a balcony, on the first floor, about twenty yards from the Wabash River, and that therefore I was probably going to be dealing with a lot of bugs. Which I have; before it got chilly out, I was getting some pretty massive crickets hanging around, and some spiders. But then fall came, and now I have a steady build-up of Asian beetles around my balcony doors. They come into my bedroom and just die on the floor and in the track for the doors, and some of them get into my workroom and die around the floor lamp, and then others get all the way to my bathroom and fly into the lamp above the vanity until they die in the sink.

Instead of vacuuming every day, I've just been letting them accumulate and then doing it once a week or so, since I have enough space that Neptune is the only one who hangs around in front of the balcony doors, and he doesn't care if there are beetles all over. He just likes killing the survivors. Today I swear to god, there were probably two or three hundred dead beetles, mostly in the door track. I didn't realize until I actually went over there and got down with the vacuum hose just how many there were. I suppose it shouldn't surprise me; they're all over the damn town. Last week I found one in my cleavage. (This week I found a spider there... and both times I'd literally just taken a shower and pulled clean clothes out of the dryer so idk what more I can do about this bugs-in-cleavage situation.)

I hope they all die soon. And hopefully not in my room.

Okay, guys, I really need help, and literally anyone who can read English can potentially help me. This is actually kind of important.

I just need to know what it looks like the handwritten bit on the bottom of this page says:

( Cut for large size. )

I think I have the gist of most of it but some of it I have no idea. I'd just like to hear what someone else thinks before I try to quote this in a paper.

Honestly, I have no idea how the Foreign Office managed to function when everyone working for it wrote like this. Sometimes I think it's a miracle we won the war.

ETA: MOTHERFUCKER THERE'S A WHOLE 'NOTHER PAGE.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

( I HATE EVERYTHING. )

I used to think Xaldin was a pretty cool guy. (eh steals flowers and doesn't afraid of anything.) But now I kind of hate him because whenever I go on missions with him I don't get to kill anything. It's not that I'm lazy, because I am. That's why I haven't finished the game and why I'm playing it on easy. But if I'm gonna press buttons, I want it to pay off. So hey Xaldin, fuck you.

I need to stop going to ONTD or I'll actually become convinced that I live in a world where Britney Spears and Lady Gaga are the two most respected musical artists on the planet.

I hate it when I'm going to work on writing something and then my mood gets completely crushed or my heart gets stomped on. And then I end up just lying in bed wondering what to do with myself.

Guess I'm having another unproductive night.

I'm co-authoring something with harl. I'm very excited about it because she's a much better writer than I am (her stories have things like plots and more than four characters), and because I get to write the part of a mechanical parakeet.

We don't really know how people co-write things, though we've now come up with a system that should probably work. When we were trying to figure it out I tried to think back on what Neil Gaiman has said about writing Good Omens, which in my opinion basically boils down to him writing all of my favorite parts and Terry writing all of my least favorite parts, and I realized that wasn't going to work for us, but I also realized that between the two of us, Harl is Neil and I'm Terry and I was like, "Damn." Not that I don't love Terry. I just always wanted to be Neil.

I met with my thesis advisor again. I expressed my doubts about applying to grad schools this semester. I don't feel like I'm ready - that I have a strong enough transcript or the language skills to get into the schools that I want. And we pretty much decided that I might shoot off an application to one or two this semester and see what happens, but I'll probably not seriously apply for another year. That gives me time to breathe, and to get my languages up to where I want and need them to be.

Then I talked to my major advisor, and we decided that since I'm waiting to apply, instead of taking my last three elective credits in the summer, I can take them next fall at the campus near home and graduate in December, when my applications will be due. Which takes some pressure off of me next semester and means that I can take five classes instead of six if I want. I registered yesterday. I'm taking my thesis class, a social problems class or some shit for my ethics requirement (my last prereq), Greek Art to finish my art history minor, German 102, and French 101. I've been debating whether or not to take Italian 101 as well, but it would mean having to get up early, and they don't have Italian at the other campus so I wouldn't be able to continue. The only reason I would is that I already know Spanish so a little Italian would go a lot farther than, say, a little Chinese.

So by the time I start my MA/PhD, I should have two years of German and one and a half of French done. Since I need to read and not necessarily speak (and I can pick up speaking later), this should be all right for me.

My advisor also recommended that I get a part-time job and save up money to go to Europe for a little while. If anyone's ever done some kind of non-school-affiliated program in France or Germany (or Austria, whatevs), I'd love to hear about it.

Title: Nonconsensual Diet
Genre: Kingdom Hearts, humor/fluff
Pairing: Axel/Roxas
Rating: PG
Word count: 3815
Summary: Basically the entire plot of 358/2 condensed into one silly little saccharine fanfic. Except for all the parts that aren’t about ice cream, but it’s not like there are many of those anyway. I wrote this for harl.

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( The reason is standing over there behind the counter. )

Emailed the National Archives in England about what happened to the country's records of airdropped leaflet propaganda on the continent for the years 1943 and 1945 in light of the fact that they are in rather complete possession of the Home Office documents for 1940-42 as well as 1944. Got a response back that was basically "lol we don't know".

Also received an American Operations Research Office document from Johns Hopkins that basically concludes that while artillery-delivered leaflets were super-effective, airdropped leaflets had no statistical tactical value. The other people in the library probably think I'm crazy because I'm sitting here with two rather large five-volume WWII encyclopedias pounding my fist repeatedly into the arm of my chair and looking very angry.

And I didn't even realize that one of the encyclopedias I grabbed is actually WWI and it just happened to be between WWII stuff until I opened it up and it tried to tell me that the Italian Front was between Italy and Austria-Hungary.

A I just sat there for a good five seconds like :|