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[melannen]

Dude, metafandom=crack. And I don't know why I feel fine leaving long, overshary comments on posts linked from there, yet get overcome by horrible shyness when attempting to leave a "hope things get better" or "love the fic!" comment on the journal of somebody I actually *know*. Except I do know why, and it's this thing I have where I want relationships to be *defined*. And. Yeah. Reading the Wise Old Owl poem too many times on classroom walls.

Visited home today. Or, actually, Mom came and picked me up, so I got to show off my *gasp* completely tidy dorm room. She brought me some food-rations and a Thing with Hooks that she and Pop-pop made for me, which is really neat. She also brought me a sock. And then we went to my uncle's birthday dinner, and I got to see Cousin Gracie. In the time since I last saw her, she has gone from being a baby to being a little girl. She talks in *complete sentences!* She can count to five! She knows how to play with a baby doll!

Every time I visit home I wish that I lived in a society where it was expected for a girl to marry the first decent guy who asked and spend the rest of her life raising babies and managing the house and servants. Because I think I'd be *good* at that. q: Or it's probably just a grass-is-always-greener thing. And every time I go home some little thing has changed to make it remind me more of my grandparents' houses, and I want there to be grandkids there. Only, you know, not have to supply them myself.

Also Mom got my uncle a mylar balloon for the purpose of embarassing him at the restaurant, only it didn't work, because he was just tickled because nobody had ever given him a balloon before, and it was very fluffy and sweet. And I think I talked more in the past twelve hours than the entire week before. And Duke-dog was upset because the men kept talking about beating him. *g*

And Mom gave me a letter which came to the house for me last week. And it was one of the poetry journals I submitted to for class a year ago finally getting back to me. And now I'm happy-yet-confused. Because it's a very small journal, and I got back a two-page, *hand-written* note in which was written that they really liked my poems, even though some of them had a few problems, and they were looking forward to hearing back from me, and I can't tell whether it's an acceptance or a rejection! I'm so confused. And I can't go tell Laura at the writer's house because the scary lit mag people will just ambush me again and tell me to submit. But I now have twice as many letters to stick on my be-a-real-writer progress spike, so yay!

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[aelkiss.livejournal.com]

And every time I go home some little thing has changed to make it remind me more of my grandparents' houses

That happens to me too, though in my case it's more because most of the furniture in my mother's house now came from her parents' house.. and also, I suppose, because things appear to change more frequently, being that it's really been A Place I Sometimes Visit rather than A Place I Live for coming up to 4 years (if you discount the month and a half after I got kicked out of Commons but before I got this place as an "extended visit", anyway)

Will probably stop by 9ish tomorrow after Collegium rehearsal, I have some non-chocolate for you.

[zodiaccat.livejournal.com]

Dude, metafandom = crack.

"Love the fic!" (:

And Mom gave me a letter... ...And I can't go tell Laura at the writer's house because the scary lit mag people will just ambush me again and tell me to submit.

"Hope things get better." XD

She talks in *complete sentences!* She can count to five! She knows how to play with a baby doll!
Dang... I have some catching up to do.

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[kenosis-kalon.livejournal.com]

Every time I visit home I wish that I lived in a society where it was expected for a girl to marry the first decent guy who asked and spend the rest of her life raising babies and managing the house and servants.

If we did, I probably would have by now. Eh marriage is silly, and the topiary says he need to protect the world from me marrying anyone. Probably wise of him.

Only, you know, not have to supply them myself.

Somewhere between the me that's the nurturer and the me thats the masochist I would I could.

I got back a two-page, *hand-written* note in which was written that they really liked my poems

Who hand-write notes in this day and age? Clearly these people are either terribly polite, anachronistic, or really liked your poetry and noticed it amongst the chaff. And you know how literary types love to chaff.

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And actaully the free movie not this friday but next looked sufficiently intresting for the price and I welcome the company if you're free then. It's early though, 3p. Actually I may goto the one this friday as well, but only because I expect to be bored and it's free. Huzzah college where free stuff is plentifull.

[aelkiss.livejournal.com]

This is to remind me to remind you to tell me to tell you that the fic Ayelet was reading whose name I could not remember was called A Year Like None Other, by one "Aspen in the Sunlight" (Aspen is an anagram of Snape, you see.)

But of course you're going to update and post the fics you wrote, yes? Because yours is oh-so-tasty and crunchy and yummy, and, er, maybe I should go to sleep before I embarass myself shamelessly fanboying you (oops, too late for that..)