There is totally no excuse for my unexplained hiatus except that I’m lazy and got bogged down with school and life stuff. Sorry!
Also, someone please help, I have like, 5 day planners for 2015-2016 now and I don’t know how that happened. I even splurged on an A5-sized Filofax from Ebay without really knowing what I’d do with all that extra writing space. I’m thinking that I might use it as a school/thesis project planner. I can have sections for thesis notes, meetings with my advisor and seminar class, task list, calendar pages for due dates, etc. And then after I finish school in May (hopefully, please God), maybe I can use it as a journal or something.
Also, how did I not know that there are sorts of cute planner accessories and paper inserts on Etsy? Like this shop or this one? I’m too craft-challenged to even print my own day planner refills so these shops are both terrific and a dangerous idea for me.
Filofax A5 Saffiano from Ebay
There have always been female Star Wars fans
Author is responding to this completely stupid J.J. Abrams quote from a recent interview: “Star Wars was always about, you know…it was always a boy’s thing, and a movie that dads take their sons to. And though that’s still very much the case–”
THANK YOU AUTHOR. Jesus Christ, every time Abrams opens his mouth lately, I actually get LESS excited about a NEW STAR WARS movie. Dear Lucasfilm and Disney PR people: Please stop sending Abrams on press tours or, if you must, send him but duct-tape his mouth shut already. I don’t get why you’d want to alienate half your goddamn fan base. Sincerely, person who had just bought TFA tickets the other night so she could do a nice Christmas Day thing with her dad, because watching Star Wars–(and Star Trek, Doctor Who, X-Files, X-Men, Avengers, etc.) is how they bond).
I’ve mentioned my Alphasmart Neo on my Instagram before. But in the world of weird-ass stationery/writing items, what the hell is it? Buckle up, buttercups–I am in the mood for longform writing about obsolete technology today.
This letter reminded me of the last car accident I was involved in. The TL;DR summary is that if you’re on medication that causes severe dizziness, or any other driving impairment, then please don’t go all over the road willy-nilly. Below is what happens with even a “minor” car accident which was so confusing that the responding police were like, “we are going to need Matchbox cars to diagram this properly.”
My ankle’s all better! Or, as better as it’ll ever be, I guess. I can go back to ice skating and running but I need running shoes that will prevent my foot from rolling anymore. And I can’t jump right back into ice skating jumps (heh heh). Also, my right foot’s one true calling, apparently, is to roll outward all the time, so I have to constantly watch out for that. It’s like my ankle is all the teenagers in Footloose who just want to daaaance! and I’m the annoying John Lithgow meanie who spoils their fun.
Doing my 3rd (?) Camp NaNoWriMo this July! I’m still working on the same story because I’m the world’s slowest writer :-( But the first 10 chapters are actually done and undergoing review. In September, I have to start writing my Capstone project for school. If all goes well, I might have my Master’s degree by May 2016? That’s a bit frightening.
Oh, you know how everyone makes fun of me for having “locked” knees all the time when I’m just like, standing around and minding my own business? Well, we learned how to do spirals at last week’s ice skating lesson and the key to a good spiral (similar to an arabesque in ballet) is to keep the knee on the raised leg locked as much as possible. And I’m a natural at that, according to my instructor :-P (Yes, I get to brag about this. I can’t do anything about how “weird” my knees are when I’m just randomly not doing anything and now it turns out that it’s not a bug, it’s a feature? You’re damn right I’m going to brag).
Like, maybe people should just shut the hell up about people’s bodies every now and then (aka, all the time), you know? I know my knees are weird. I know I walk strangely. I know I could stand to lose a few pounds. I know what my hair looks like when I leave the house. I don’t need other people pointing it out to me so if you (“you”=generic, abstract you) feel an overwhelming urge to comment…maybe don’t. Maybe keep it to yourself next time. Thank you.
Fuck yeah, marriage equality! Whooooooooooo!
That is all.