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tenlittlebullets) wrote2006-03-12 09:48 am
tenlittlebullets) wrote2006-03-12 09:48 am
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- Les Mis forums where all the active posting is in stupid spam games instead of actual fan-geek activity. What's the point?
- A Place of Greater Safety. Ew, seven hundred pages of tepid writing and complete lack of plot. I've seen fanfiction written better than this book.
- My own apparent lack of ability to finish anything important. WTF, self.
- The administrative limbo my petitions keep disappearing into. Hi, guys, this is going to affect whether I graduate in under two months. Can I just get some notice that my request for a grade change hasn't fallen into the black hole of bureaucratic doom?
- The weather. Plz to be stopping with the swinging back and forth between "in the fifties and sixties" and "rawr, I give you two feet of snow." Because if it keeps on like this the whole campus is going to be a giant mud flat all spring and besides, the back-and-forth is just really annoying.
- This fandom ennui that's settling in. I realized within the last couple of weeks that I don't really care whether I go see the tour again, I don't have any particular desire to watch the assorted movie versions of LM sitting around my desk, I haven't even been compulsively rereading the Brick or listening to my 8390284 recordings, etc. I don't know whether it's a symptom of general ennui or whether that initial burst of enthusiasm is finally wearing off, but either way I want it back.
- Fandom still = dead. *whines* I want new fanfiction and interesting discussions and the like.
- I can't write. Or draw. Or sing. Or do anything worthwhile, apparently. Eurgh.
- The package with my allergy meds and Adderall XR in it is either a week late, or has been eaten by the post. AUGHHHHH.
....enough whining. *goes off to Do Something*
- A Place of Greater Safety. Ew, seven hundred pages of tepid writing and complete lack of plot. I've seen fanfiction written better than this book.
- My own apparent lack of ability to finish anything important. WTF, self.
- The administrative limbo my petitions keep disappearing into. Hi, guys, this is going to affect whether I graduate in under two months. Can I just get some notice that my request for a grade change hasn't fallen into the black hole of bureaucratic doom?
- The weather. Plz to be stopping with the swinging back and forth between "in the fifties and sixties" and "rawr, I give you two feet of snow." Because if it keeps on like this the whole campus is going to be a giant mud flat all spring and besides, the back-and-forth is just really annoying.
- This fandom ennui that's settling in. I realized within the last couple of weeks that I don't really care whether I go see the tour again, I don't have any particular desire to watch the assorted movie versions of LM sitting around my desk, I haven't even been compulsively rereading the Brick or listening to my 8390284 recordings, etc. I don't know whether it's a symptom of general ennui or whether that initial burst of enthusiasm is finally wearing off, but either way I want it back.
- Fandom still = dead. *whines* I want new fanfiction and interesting discussions and the like.
- I can't write. Or draw. Or sing. Or do anything worthwhile, apparently. Eurgh.
- The package with my allergy meds and Adderall XR in it is either a week late, or has been eaten by the post. AUGHHHHH.
....enough whining. *goes off to Do Something*