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ahahahahahahahaha, shit I'm not going to talk about except to say this: the girl who survived (so far; she's in stable but serious condition right now) this plane crash and I were friends one summer when we were teenagers. :\

This video is essentially my life right now. The postgrads in the IR department at my uni became obsessed with Call Me Maybe at some point and then K spread that to all of us in college and last night's dissertation and red wine party in the MCR turned into a red wine and Call Me Maybe party in my hallway.

Erging today was WRETCHED and we got told we're doing six am outings once the flag is green and we can go out because yeah, we have to qualify for the race on Friday. I don't know how well this will do -- I'm in bad enough shape physically that my course convener sent me an email this evening worrying about me. I'll email him back tomorrow, I guess. My split on the 500m test we did wasn't the worst ever, especially since I couldn't breathe due to sickness, but lord knows how the race will be.

Avengers things )

Also, this cover of Sexy and I Know It. That is all.
candesco: Bow, two, and three of a boat and some flowers. (Default)
My lycra came in the mail! It is far more comfortable than it has any right to be, even though it's weirdly baggy on the knees. I'm excited, though! It will be nice not to have to wear shorts and tights to row and to vaguely look like I know what I'm doing. ... sigh, I really am going to end up writing a rowing AU. I JUST WANT A BUMPS RACE WHERE TAZER IS COXING AND REFUSES TO CONCEDE AND SO SOMEONE IN HIS BOAT ENDS UP CONCUSSED, OKAY. It's a totally valid thing to want and I will do it myself if no one else will, dammit. The only problem with this is that all my rowing knowledge is fairly specific to Oxbridge and the idea of any hockey player other than George Parros being at either uni is kind of funny. Whatever, whatever, that's what AUs are for and Frank's incompetent ways of flirting with A really would translate well.

I had my huge meeting to talk about what I should do to pursue the career I want and got the assurance of a stellar reference and the recommendation to go teach at one of the elite private schools in town. It's not -- I don't really want to work there, I would way rather be working in a place where I can actually make a difference (I mean, I guess I needed awesome teachers when I was at the elite private school, whatever), but it does make a lot of sense, just prestige-wise for my resume. Two of the four advertising right now are hiring in the humanities, so I need to start getting cover letters together and double-check some other references (Mom's pastor for the religious schools, my American history prof from undergrad for the position that's in American history). Oh god.

I don't want to be a real grownup. :(

I want to be a real grownup so little that instead of finishing my essay, I'm going to do another shot of cold medicine and go to bed. (I'm still sick, by the way. It's terrible. Have to essay a ton tomorrow and then go see a Vyv. I love that boy.)


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