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Ah, the joy of grad school applications. I swear to God I'd rather do taxes. I thought once I got into Hollins I was through with applications, but no, if I want to get into UVA there's billions more pieces of paperwork to do. The IRS rises in my estimation with every essay they don't require me to write.
I'm home from Roanoke for the holidays, and already I'm starting to miss Hollins (and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lostcatholic, and pixyofthestyx). Not because I don't enjoy spending time with my family, because I do, but because I have to keep my mouth shut about fandom stuff pretty much the entire time I'm around them, in order to avoid annoying them/causing them to tease me. So I can't show off the wonderful Tombstone and Sleepy Hollowvids my hours spent in Windows Movie Maker have produced (of course, that might not be entirely bad, as WMM is quit possibly the worst piece of video editing software in the free world). Also, I'm the only one in my entire family who can't talk about their significant other or even mention their existance. It's not fair, damnit! My cousin Rich got to bring his girlfriend to dinner at my great aunt's party, and I can't even mention mine (well, I can, but only as "my friend at college"). Which is another reason why the Tombstone vid can't be shown off--it's slash.
I did get to keep company with Ensign Guy "Fetus" Henry for a day or so before he went home for Christmas. ("Fetus," for those who don't know--i.e. everyone--is the nephew of a family friend, who spent this fall staying with my parents while he worked at squadron VX-23 as the chief test pilot's bitch). After Christmas, he's going to Pensacola for flight training, so he won't be back--much sadness, because Guy is adorable. Like a puppy in a Navy flight suit.
I also got to cuddle with Niki the kitty cat when we spent the night at my cousins' house, which made up for many things. And it's snowing, and my sister gets in from Colorado tomorrow, following which we're all going to a basketball game at UVA (Wahoo wa!). Maybe I can hand my reams and reams of paperwork in personally while we're there.
I'm home from Roanoke for the holidays, and already I'm starting to miss Hollins (and
lostcatholic, and pixyofthestyx). Not because I don't enjoy spending time with my family, because I do, but because I have to keep my mouth shut about fandom stuff pretty much the entire time I'm around them, in order to avoid annoying them/causing them to tease me. So I can't show off the wonderful Tombstone and Sleepy Hollowvids my hours spent in Windows Movie Maker have produced (of course, that might not be entirely bad, as WMM is quit possibly the worst piece of video editing software in the free world). Also, I'm the only one in my entire family who can't talk about their significant other or even mention their existance. It's not fair, damnit! My cousin Rich got to bring his girlfriend to dinner at my great aunt's party, and I can't even mention mine (well, I can, but only as "my friend at college"). Which is another reason why the Tombstone vid can't be shown off--it's slash. I did get to keep company with Ensign Guy "Fetus" Henry for a day or so before he went home for Christmas. ("Fetus," for those who don't know--i.e. everyone--is the nephew of a family friend, who spent this fall staying with my parents while he worked at squadron VX-23 as the chief test pilot's bitch). After Christmas, he's going to Pensacola for flight training, so he won't be back--much sadness, because Guy is adorable. Like a puppy in a Navy flight suit.
I also got to cuddle with Niki the kitty cat when we spent the night at my cousins' house, which made up for many things. And it's snowing, and my sister gets in from Colorado tomorrow, following which we're all going to a basketball game at UVA (Wahoo wa!). Maybe I can hand my reams and reams of paperwork in personally while we're there.
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The other night I reached over across my bed to snuggle you. The worst part was I was sleepy enough to believe I was gonna touch you... and then just sort of fell over. I had to remind myself that no, Lizzy isn't here, and she never will be. *whimpers into pillow*
I dunno, my 11 year old cousin Zach asked me when I was gonna get a boyfreind. I had to stop myself from saying "When I break up with my girlfreind." I got as far as "when I" and stopped. *stupid* So I ended up telling him, not any time soon, and it was too complicated to explain.
*whew*
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*hugs Kiki* My big, antique bed (roughly twice the size of the crappy, broken one in my dorm room) is all big, and spacious, and lacking a second person.
my 11 year old cousin Zach asked me when I was gonna get a boyfreind. I had to stop myself from saying "When I break up with my girlfreind." I got as far as "when I" and stopped. *stupid*
I had to stop myself from making similar comments several times. Luckily, several years of being a slasher have prepared me well for concealing things from my relatives.