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Okay, so it turns out that carrying both a backpack chock full o'books and binders and also carrying my MASSIVE laptop in its already heavy bag is not so much a good idea when I'm already in pain.
Ouch.
And I'm not especially happy because something is wonky with my MP3 player. This does not please me. What does please me, however, is that I've got the three year replacement warranty on it, which means - I don't have to pay a cent to have it completely replaced. I shall do that tomorrow, providing I don't wind up coming down here for a study session.
Very interesting today, because while I was sitting in Psychology of Men (And How They Opress Women), I came up with two more short story ideas. One is about a doctor who finds the chemical reason for what causes love to happen. The other is about a gay Nightclub in moderate sized city that pumps out drugs and music to make their patrons take over the world. I really like how creative and far-out my mind has been getting lately. Especially since it's all non-fanfic stuff. Not that I don't lurve me some fandom writing, but sometimes you need a change, ya know? And it's been sooo long since I've had the chance to write anything original. Now, to schedule some time to do said original writing...hmmm...
And now, a very small exerpt from a piece I'm working on, entitled Dark Prisms. There isn't much yet - this is just the opening.
There was a time, I am told, that there were only two sides: us, and them. We no longer know who threw the first bomb – our side or theirs. What we do know is that with one single explosion – the culmination of centuries’ worth of torture, intolerance, and ignorance – a spark was ignited. It was the last spark needed to detonate a chain of reactions that has led to the world we now know. With that detonation, it was no longer us and them; it was now us against them. Who could have known that it was the beginning of something larger than anyone could have comprehended? Who could have predicted that one single event could pitch mankind into a war that threatened civilization? A war that would leave every man, woman, and child quivering and cowering in fear, completely alone, and craving death. The point is – they didn’t know. The tragedy, I fear, is that we also didn’t know.
Ouch.
And I'm not especially happy because something is wonky with my MP3 player. This does not please me. What does please me, however, is that I've got the three year replacement warranty on it, which means - I don't have to pay a cent to have it completely replaced. I shall do that tomorrow, providing I don't wind up coming down here for a study session.
Very interesting today, because while I was sitting in Psychology of Men (And How They Opress Women), I came up with two more short story ideas. One is about a doctor who finds the chemical reason for what causes love to happen. The other is about a gay Nightclub in moderate sized city that pumps out drugs and music to make their patrons take over the world. I really like how creative and far-out my mind has been getting lately. Especially since it's all non-fanfic stuff. Not that I don't lurve me some fandom writing, but sometimes you need a change, ya know? And it's been sooo long since I've had the chance to write anything original. Now, to schedule some time to do said original writing...hmmm...
And now, a very small exerpt from a piece I'm working on, entitled Dark Prisms. There isn't much yet - this is just the opening.
There was a time, I am told, that there were only two sides: us, and them. We no longer know who threw the first bomb – our side or theirs. What we do know is that with one single explosion – the culmination of centuries’ worth of torture, intolerance, and ignorance – a spark was ignited. It was the last spark needed to detonate a chain of reactions that has led to the world we now know. With that detonation, it was no longer us and them; it was now us against them. Who could have known that it was the beginning of something larger than anyone could have comprehended? Who could have predicted that one single event could pitch mankind into a war that threatened civilization? A war that would leave every man, woman, and child quivering and cowering in fear, completely alone, and craving death. The point is – they didn’t know. The tragedy, I fear, is that we also didn’t know.
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Re: Psychology of men
And as far as I know, The Bean is still hiring--especially people with foodservice (and coffee) experience.
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Re: Psychology of men
*files away into the "to be thought about later" folder*