Had my brother help me take this one. :3
Had my brother help me take this one. :3
I forgot to post I sent the gift a few days ago. Oopsie.
But hopefully it should arrive to my giftee soon! :3
(That might be the wrong form of Froh! D: Eh.)
My German professor gave us little goodie bags for St. Nikolaus day. :)
Did you know, in the original tale, St. Nikoluas had a demon that came with him and took naughty children to hell? How
cool scary is that? :D
Not slacking, I swear, I just haven’t been sharing. I got an idea for a set of vignettes that I really like. I’ve got the characters for the set figured out for the most part. This one is the first, not just the first written, but also chronologically. I might do some for ‘earlier,’ before the two main characters meet, but… not sure yet. :)
Robyn was beside herself. First, her alarm doesn’t go off—her phone had died in the middle of the night, even though she’d plugged it in. She figured her roommate tripped on the cord when she got back at some ungodly hour. Then the bus was late, resulting in her being late for class. Icing on the cake, it turns out the professor decides to spring a pop quiz over something that the class was supposed to read for next time. And he wouldn’t let her retake it, or not count her as tardy because her excuse sounded fabricated.
To hell with it! She growled internally, clenching her fists so tightly that her knuckles were bone white. Third day of school and she was quickly realizing that some professors really were assholes. Fine then. In response she turned on her heel, sneakers squeaking on the recently cleaned floors, and stormed from the classroom in the middle of the professor berating her in front of her classmates.
Like she’d stand around for that bullshit.
Regrettably, this wasn’t going to set up a good first impression, but at this point Robyn was ready to raise her middle fingers high over her head and scream obscenities at the campus as a whole. Even more regrettable, because she was actually a very pleasant person…
Sitting herself down on a bench outside Harris Hall, Robyn reclined against the cool concrete and sighed loudly, stretching her legs fully until her knees popped. She tilted her head back until she could see the sky through the branches of the tree overhead, letting the quiet calm her down.
“Man,” she groaned, closing her eyes. Slowly Robyn let her muscles relax, one by one, until she was practically boneless against the bench. After settling into her new apartment and all the work involved with transferring, she was ready for a break already. Northmont University had a great education program, however. It would be worth it.
Which made this morning’s situation all the worse; Professor Gillum taught a handful of the classes she’d need for her education major. She’d have to watch herself from now on.
She heard hurried steps heading in her direction, and peaked an eye open to see a young man staring intently at what she assumed was his schedule, rushing down the sidewalk to the building she’d just left. His glasses—hipster glasses, Robyn noted, though they looked a little smaller—were almost at the end of his nose, and his hair was a disheveled mess.
Seeing enough, she closed her eye again, only to have them jolt open again when the same young man stumbled and tripped over her outstretched legs.
He squawked and flailed, his schedule and the couple of books in his hands flying forward ahead of him while his messenger bag slid down and off his arm. He landed hard on the sidewalk, and his glasses flew off his face, skidding forward into the grass.
“Oh my God!” Robyn almost tripped herself in her haste to get up. “Are you okay? Why weren’t you watching where you were going?”
She went from concern to anger in seconds, and the poor guy looked up at her. He blinked dazedly, the fall and her sudden mood swing throwing him for a loop. “Huh?” he asked smartly.
“You didn’t hit your head, so you should be fine,” she mumbled to herself, leaning forward on her knees to grab his glasses. “Can you see?” she asked, handing them over.
He nodded lamely, murmuring soft thanks as he grabbed his glasses and inspected them for damage. Luckily they fell close to the ground, and only the frames were scuffed. “They’re just readers,” he said. He perched them back on his nose nonetheless, blinking owlishly at her. “Uh, thanks.”
“Don’t thank me,” she scoffed, sitting back and folding her arms across her chest. “My legs are what tripped you up to begin with.”
“You should watch where you walk,” she scolded. He looked down and fiddled with his hands sheepishly. “You lost?” She stood and offered him a hand. He quickly gathered his books by his side and took it, standing up.
“Sort of,” he admitted, tapping his fingers against his books as he glanced toward the building he’d been heading to. “I haven’t been able to look around the campus much.”
“Let me see your schedule,” Robyn said, holding out her hand. He gave it to her, and she wrinkled her nose at the class he was supposed to be in. “English Grammar with Gillum, Harris 203.”
“Harris is one of the few buildings that doesn’t have its name on the side,” he explained. “I went to the wrong one first and asked for directions.”
I really don’t want to go back in there, Robyn thought to herself. She sighed and handed the boy his schedule back, blinking as she realized he was about half a foot taller than her. “As an apology,” she started, motioning for him to follow as she moved toward Harris again, slinging her bag over her shoulder. He followed obediently like a puppy. “I’ll walk you to the room. It’s kind of off in a corner, anyway.”
“Thank you,” he enthused, and when Robyn looked back he was positively beaming at her. She faced front again, hoping she was quick enough to conceal her blush.
She walked him to the door and motioned him in. He smiled his thanks again and ducked in the door. Not sure what to do with herself at this point, and slightly thankful that the guy had left the door open a crack, she sat down outside the door to listen in on the rest of the class.
“Well hello again.” She looked up quickly to see the same young man standing over her, grinning. Class was over, and she’d just been finishing up writing down the assignment for Friday she’d heard through the gap. She waved her hand a little in greeting and stood. “You weren’t waiting for me, were you?”
“No,” she said immediately, frowning. “This is my class, too.”
“Why not come in then?”
“Well…” She waved her hand dismissively. “I never caught your name earlier,” she said awkwardly, quirking her mouth and shrugging.
“Oh,” he said, looking like he would have smacked himself for the lapse. “It’s Dan.”
She smiled. “I’m Rob—”
“Dante. I’m glad you hadn’t wandered off yet.” Both students turned back to the door. The last of their classmates were leaving, and Professor Gillum stood there with papers in his hand. “I wanted to get you the syllabus since you missed class on Monday…” He trailed off upon catching sight of Robyn. She looked away stubbornly. “And I was going to ask you to try and locate Miss Voll, since you both found it fit to come to class late. She didn’t stay long enough to get the worksheet from the beginning of class.”
“Oh, thank you.” Where Robyn would have probably snapped at the slide at her earlier departure, Dan—Dante?—politely took the papers and handed her the worksheet. She still pointedly looked in the opposite direction, practically snatching it from his hand.
“Until Friday, then,” Gillum said by way of farewell, and he stepped around them to leave. Robyn blew a quiet raspberry at his back.
“So. Rob doesn’t like Professor Gillum much?” She whipped her head around to face Dan again.
“Who?” she asked dangerously. He winced a little at her tone, but grinned all the same. “Robyn,” she emphasized, “just had a bad day. But apparently Dante can’t make it to class.”
“Dan,” he corrected.
“Danny,” she retorted.
“Robby,” he shot back.
“You—“ She huffed. For a guy that was pretty wishy-washy before, he could be really… “You’re infuriating.”
Dante frowned slightly, and then shook himself from his thoughts. “Anyway… Thanks again for showing me to class, Robyn.” He looked to his hands, now holding the Grammar syllabus and his schedule, and grinned that sheepish smile at her again. “Think you could help me find another one? Unless you need to get somewhere?”
She rolled her eyes. “How about a map?” she suggested, walking ahead.
Catching on, Dan followed after her once again, smiling to himself.
For my birthday this year. I mean, I’m turning twenty-one; it’s a milestone, shouldn’t I do something memorable to go with it?
Not sure what it is I want to do, though. Although… tattoo is constantly coming back to mind.
Damn this Bod Mod class of mine. It keeps making me think about it.
My mum and the pups hanging out watching Skyfall in the living room. :B
A week or so ago I suddenly remembered the letter I mentioned in my other entry related to this goal would be arriving soon. I’m kind of excited to see it after a couple years.
Also, I used FutureMe.org (at someone’s suggestion, if I remember right) to write to myself as well, a year ago on December 11th, 2012, and I just received that in my email, today. I’d completely forgotten about it.
And apparently, I know myself very well. This is what I wrote in it:
I thought I’d give you a heads up.
Knowing you, you probably haven’t started on final projects or studying yet for the semester. Why? I don’t know, but that’s what happened this year, and now you’re in deep shit.
I’m reminding you at LEAST two weeks in advance so you don’t feel as dumb as you do while writing this, sitting on the floor at work.
Anything else…? Quit being so commitment-shy. Jesus. You’re almost 21 years old; grow up you ninny.
Your equally stupid past self.”
It’s funny, because I just finally convinced myself to get to work on some homework (I know myself so very well, indeed), and I also just recently had something related to the commitment issue come up, as well.
I’m more clairvoyant than I realized. ;P
C and M especially, and doubly so after today. They’re like the older brothers I never had but kind of secretly wanted (because, as the eldest child, sometimes guidance from an older sibling would have been stupendous (which my little brother never wants but I’d love to give to feel needed, at least), and C and M have quite the… ah, wealth of information).
I don’t know… I guess, today, which made me think of this, they were just kinda teasing me about some things, and I’m just so unused to it. But at the same time, though super embarrassed, I enjoyed it. :’)
And oh, how uncensored they are! Sure I’m used to guys cussing and stuff, but these two… Especially M, they’re just so… Bold. Kinda vulgar, frankly, but that doesn’t bother me. I’m glad they don’t feel the need to tiptoe around me with things like that. I’d rather they just let it out and speak as they normally would.
It’s why I love my job so much. They make it great. :3 So thanks, guys. Not only have you done quite a job at bringing me out of my shell (but oh, did I blush a lot today!), but just for being yourselves.
The thing I was worried wouldn’t show up until later in December got here waaaay early. Yippee! But unfortunately it kinda leaked, so I hope it works and everything’s okay… (Too scared to open it fully. ): )
So I’ll be sending my giftee’s gift soon! Better early than late, right?
Edit:: I also recycle boxes. Don’t be surprised, giftee. :’3
245. Red Tails
246. Grown Ups
247. Grown Ups 2
248. Pretty Woman
249. Yes Man
250. No Strings Attached
251-2. Chronicles of Narnia: Lion, Witch, Wardrobe (live & animated)
253. ””: Prince Caspian
254. From Up On Poppy Hill
255. Wolf Children
256. The Incredibles
257. This Is 40
258. GI Joe: The Rise of Cobra
259. Perfect Stranger
260. Couples Retreat
261. My Boss’s Daughter
253, another wonderful Ghibli film. And holy cow, was there ever a couple of plot twists in this one! Totally threw me, but I still loved the movie.
And 254 was better than I thought. I’m glad my high expectations didn’t ruin it for me. A great film about perseverance and growing into who you are. I teared up so bad, though, but the movie was also super cute. Yuki and Ame were to die for. :D
Nobody said your face had ta’ be in it every time, ne?
Just relaxing with Hunni before I have to go back into town. :3
Gosh my legs look loooong…
It still feels like they’re in my mouth, and I really don’t like the feeling. Before they were cut out I could feel them trying to poke through on the bottom jaw, and that same feeling is there—darn little bumps at the end of the row of my teeth. I’m starting to wonder if the surgery was somehow faulty and they missed parts of the teeth… And my dentist just hasn’t noticed it in recent x-rays. :/
I forgot my retainer Saturday night and skipped it yesterday (shame on me for that), and now it’s rubbing… My mouth doesn’t take much to move back, apparently. (Is that normal?)
Hell, are these bumps where my wisdom teeth used to be ‘normal’?
Damn teeth that are a pain in the tuckus but I’d die without…
(Wah-wah, Justin says to cry him a river. xD)
Been neglectful on this… 3; Oopsie.
Yaaaay I got Wolf Children early~!
And yep that’s one crummy picture.
I don’t think I’ve said this one yet…
First, whee, they have stuff I like! :D
Second, whoo! They always send me things early, before release dates!
I ordered Wolf Children from them (been waiting AGES for the dub release) and I got it today… Ten days early! <3
Luff them so much.
Whenever I want to take one I can’t fall asleep, and then other times I will take one… I feel worse off when I wake up than I did before napping.
Nyeh. Guess who just woke up from a nap? Now I’m all cranky. xD
Accursed gay romances filling my head with lovey-stuff. xD
“The heart has its reasons which Reason does not know.”
- Blaise Pascal
This word just sounds like it means something else… Not in a filthy-minded sense, but… I don’t know. I suppose I don’t dislike it so much as it confuses me just because of how it sounds. xD
extremely intricate; very twisted
Use it in a sentence:
His writing was so convoluted that, while entertaining much of the time, it lost many of the readers in key spots.
I’ve had about two-and-a-half to three weeks for the next part of my big essay for one class, and I put it off over and over… Now it’s due tomorrow.
No inspiration. No ideas, how to start or otherwise. Plus the first section kind of intruded after I talked to my professor and he said that I should write the extra… And that extra was part of the second section. So now I have even less to work with and BS.
And it’s due at eleven in the morning. Glk.
So what do I do? Dammit 43T and your siren call… I hadn’t even heard of you until two-’n’-a-half years ago, you soul-sucking incubus…
Not to mention the internet at large. Fah!
“How long?” Zane asked, worried that the damage his friend had sustained would be too much. While Nekane was a demon, it didn’t stop him from worrying that at some point she would fail to recover from her ventures.
“A few days most likely,” the demon healer replied, giving the young man what he hoped was a reassuring look. Zane visibly relaxed with the knowledge that she would recover at all. “Demons have a sort of resistance to damage in large degrees. Seeing as how this is not the first time she has taken such a blow, she will heal quicker for it. A nice demon trait,” he continued.
Zane winced at the reminder to the last time he’d seen Nekane injured seemingly beyond hope of living. It had been brief, a glimpse of a blade through the abdomen, engulfed in flames, but enough to convince him that she was done in for good. “Are you the one who helped her last time?” he asked, curious as to just how well the two knew each other.
“Indeed,” he replied, handing Zane a mug with what smelled like tea in it. Another odd thing about this demon, Zane decided, is his penchant for human things. “Nekane has come to me for decades.” He sighed as a doting, worried father might over his only daughter. “And each time seems to be worse than the last. I wonder that she even makes it here half the time. Or how she seems to conveniently be so close.”
“Because you’re the only one I trust to come within two inches of me to heal me, and you do a damn fine job of it,” a voice wheezed from the doorway, and Zane and the healer both turned sharply to find Nekane leaning heavily on the doorframe, eyes at half mast and breath rushing out choppily.
Before Zane even thought of moving, his tea-time companion was half way to the door, tutting disapprovingly at his ward. “I’m amazed you’re even awake, let alone standing. Neither of which you should be doing in your state.” He gently grabbed her arm at the elbow and lead her to a chair.
“I don’t have time for this,” she hissed, teeth and fangs visible as she clenched them to keep back her pain. She all but collapsed in the chair, and the healer returned to his seat, pouring another mug for Nekane. She didn’t reach for it, for every small move seemed to pain her. Zane wasn’t surprised. “We need to go,” she croaked, glaring at the two in front of her pointedly.
“And so you shall,” her warden agreed, then smirked slyly from behind his own tea, “after a few days of bed rest.”
“You—” she began, attempting to rise, but a hand on each shoulder ceased her movement and she again glared at both of them, settling then on Zane until he removed his hand for fear of it being bitten off.
“Please,” he said instead, trying to plead with words as well as his gaze. “You going off without healing properly will only slow us down anyway,” he pointed out quietly, and by the look on her face and the following silence he knew that she knew he was right. He sighed. “You need to knock off the throwing yourself recklessly at the nearest sharp object you see. If I turn my back you’ll probably grab Draig and shove it down your throat.”
“Tempting, considering I really don’t want to be here presently,” she snorted, then winced.
“Feel free to never come here again for me to heal you,” their companion threw in nonchalantly, smirking at the scowl he received in turn for his cheeky comment.