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doyleThe only thing more surreal than MSTing Hush with Glenn is MSTing Hush with Glenn at 3am when both of you have had too much sugar and too little sleep. This led to strangeness such as the singing of the Riley Song (which sounds oddly like The Mighty Quinn) and an extended metaphor comparing sex with Riley to a KFC meal. The phrase "Zinger Tower Finn" did crop up. If I fail all my exams and become a drop-out roadsweeper, it's all Joss Whedon's fault.
I have two more exams next week that promise to be killers, but I'm living in happy denial land. Certain friends are encouraging me to drop out and become a writer, by which they mean "drop out and spend all your spare time writing me Wesley/Connor slash". Naming no names. I think I'll stick with my degree, though it gets awkward when people ask what I'm studying and follow it up with "and what career will a degree in astrophysics get you, exactly?" They're obviously assuming I fully researched the course rather than, say, applying for a joke and then deciding "what the hell" when I got accepted.
Weighing in very late with my New Year's Resolution: to write something and ignore that little voice in the back of my head tat says "and what makes you think you can write worth jack?" long enough to finish the damn thing. I don't mean the First Evil journal since it doesn't really have a beginning or an end - I'm going back and retroactively adding some entries to cover season 7 up to Bring on the Night - but a short story, a novella, a ficlet, anything that I can put out there. Something non-fanfic would be excellent, but right now anything would do.
I have two more exams next week that promise to be killers, but I'm living in happy denial land. Certain friends are encouraging me to drop out and become a writer, by which they mean "drop out and spend all your spare time writing me Wesley/Connor slash". Naming no names. I think I'll stick with my degree, though it gets awkward when people ask what I'm studying and follow it up with "and what career will a degree in astrophysics get you, exactly?" They're obviously assuming I fully researched the course rather than, say, applying for a joke and then deciding "what the hell" when I got accepted.
Weighing in very late with my New Year's Resolution: to write something and ignore that little voice in the back of my head tat says "and what makes you think you can write worth jack?" long enough to finish the damn thing. I don't mean the First Evil journal since it doesn't really have a beginning or an end - I'm going back and retroactively adding some entries to cover season 7 up to Bring on the Night - but a short story, a novella, a ficlet, anything that I can put out there. Something non-fanfic would be excellent, but right now anything would do.
