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mrsronweasley) wrote2002-11-24 11:01 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2002-11-24 11:01 pm
On Overly Emotional Parents And Daughers.
So, my parents called me today. At first, it was fine. Mom agreed to let me live with Sam and people next year, meaning I don't have to deal with campus housing (hurrah!). She also agreed to talk to people at her job about hiring me for the summer. Another hurrah. (That would be my second time working in a library... Considering that I want to move away from where my family has always been, this fact is unsettling - my mother, the daughter of a librarian, now is one, as well. Hmmm.) She also said it was fine if Sam visited for a few days in Boston. Then:
"Well, tell us what's new!"
Well, Stonehenge took precendence there.
"Anything else?"
Liz thinks. Liz opens her mouth. Liz tells her mother that she pierced her belly button. Five minutes later, Liz's mom is in tears.
"I don't understand you. I just don't understand you."
*sigh* No, no you don't.
"But that doesn't mean that I'm not Liz anymore, I'm still me..."
Anyway, after that, the phone was given over to my dad, who very sternly advised me not to get anything else pierced, it's unhealthy, etc, etc, etc, you shouldn't be following a crowd, etc, etc, etc... Well, funny, I've wanted a belly-button ring for QUITE A WHILE. Then, my mother in the background:
"No, no, she's not a child, she's a holy terror!"
Oh, for fuck's sake, I'm TWENTY!!! I'm NOT a child - I'm a FUCKING PERSON!
Somehow, my dad and I got onto the topic of money and jobs. My mom in the background:
"As if she's looking for jobs!"
Ok, PARDON ME. I must have gone into fifteen-twenty places looking for work! If that isn't job searching, then let me know what is. I had to explain to my dad that right now nobody would be willing to hire me, since I'm leaving so soon. I will have to find work next term.
Grrrrrrrr...
Well, obviously the "I'm bisexual" talk is going to have to wait another fifty years.
~*~
Moving on...
~*~
This is the prettiest picture ever. I could stare at it for hours. *melts*
I think we need more good new R/S slash. We're running low, dammit. Granted, yesterday went a LONG way at lifting my spirits in that department, but still. The amount of shit that gets put out every single day...it's just very disheartening. For every good story, there are thirty that were obvously written just to be reviewed, with no thought for characterization, plot, canon, grammar, or basic writing skills. And the saddest part is that those stories get reviewed. ("WOOOOW!! That wuz WAAAAAY coool, right more!")
Blah. I just want something new that will instantly become a classic to me. Canis? Where are you? Minx, anymore from you? Roche?.. Anyone? Anyone?... Oh, if only GrimSlasher would write together again...
If anyone has any recommendations, bring 'em on. Chances are, I've already read it, but still. It may have just slipped through my fingers. You never know.
"Well, tell us what's new!"
Well, Stonehenge took precendence there.
"Anything else?"
Liz thinks. Liz opens her mouth. Liz tells her mother that she pierced her belly button. Five minutes later, Liz's mom is in tears.
"I don't understand you. I just don't understand you."
*sigh* No, no you don't.
"But that doesn't mean that I'm not Liz anymore, I'm still me..."
Anyway, after that, the phone was given over to my dad, who very sternly advised me not to get anything else pierced, it's unhealthy, etc, etc, etc, you shouldn't be following a crowd, etc, etc, etc... Well, funny, I've wanted a belly-button ring for QUITE A WHILE. Then, my mother in the background:
"No, no, she's not a child, she's a holy terror!"
Oh, for fuck's sake, I'm TWENTY!!! I'm NOT a child - I'm a FUCKING PERSON!
Somehow, my dad and I got onto the topic of money and jobs. My mom in the background:
"As if she's looking for jobs!"
Ok, PARDON ME. I must have gone into fifteen-twenty places looking for work! If that isn't job searching, then let me know what is. I had to explain to my dad that right now nobody would be willing to hire me, since I'm leaving so soon. I will have to find work next term.
Grrrrrrrr...
Well, obviously the "I'm bisexual" talk is going to have to wait another fifty years.
~*~
Moving on...
~*~
This is the prettiest picture ever. I could stare at it for hours. *melts*
I think we need more good new R/S slash. We're running low, dammit. Granted, yesterday went a LONG way at lifting my spirits in that department, but still. The amount of shit that gets put out every single day...it's just very disheartening. For every good story, there are thirty that were obvously written just to be reviewed, with no thought for characterization, plot, canon, grammar, or basic writing skills. And the saddest part is that those stories get reviewed. ("WOOOOW!! That wuz WAAAAAY coool, right more!")
Blah. I just want something new that will instantly become a classic to me. Canis? Where are you? Minx, anymore from you? Roche?.. Anyone? Anyone?... Oh, if only GrimSlasher would write together again...
If anyone has any recommendations, bring 'em on. Chances are, I've already read it, but still. It may have just slipped through my fingers. You never know.