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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.
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I'm -- doing better. I'm getting work done and if I can do 500/weekday consistently instead of 500/day every few days, I should have a draft of this chapter by the end of next week, which will put me precisely on pace to get a draft finished by eighth week. Also I've spent the last couple of weeks very slowly writing the most embarrassing Hallsy/Ebs fic in the world -- it's basically a love letter to South Florida, based off of Hallsy tweeting about going to the beach in Tampa, and my homesickness is visible from space in it.

The IIHF's Power Rankings are out and I want to marry them. Reproduced under the cut, because I think they'll update the page in the future and some of these are so great I want to keep them forever. )This article on Evan Kaufmann is amazing. I have a lot of feelings on it, but I am done with exploding feelings for a while. It's about one of the few Jewish athletes representing Germany on the international level, the grandson of a Holocaust survivor who moved to Germany to play pro-hockey and see where his grandfather came from. For me, the most interesting part is when he talks about his family's relationship with Germany and I think the issue of American-Jewish aversion to Germany is handled quite gracefully. I'm basically bandwagoning the shit out of Germany during the group stage. Because of Kaufmann, but also because...

CAPTAIN GOC! Marcel Goc, perhaps better known to South Floridians as Dracula or #OMGoc, on playing with his little brother (you guys KNOW how I feel about families by now, I ASSUME), written by my favorite of the Panthers reporters -- who also wrote this, with Ellerby talking about the Coyotes. She also has a fabulous feature on Weaver on the site with the Ellerby piece and a really good "since the last time the Panthers were in the playoffs" piece.
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Handed in my essays two minutes late but it was fine! My period struck while we were at the first pub and then the cramps from hell struck at the second one. It was a great day, though, because I had cider and good company and then I curled up in bed. The only bad part was some horrible woman waking me up at one in the morning, Jessica. It's cool, I'm going to cuddle her to death tomorrow. SNUGGLES FOREVER.

I don't think I'd really processed how stressed I've been until I sat down at the pub yesterday with my cohort and relaxed. I was aware that I was absolutely out of my mind, so seriously, I apologize for how unhinged I've been. I'm working on a return to sanity and it's really quite nice. I did have a bit of a, um, moment on twitter today while listening to Marek vs. Wyshynski, but if you are capable of hearing someone float the idea of Dale trading for Kane and then them saying, "And you have Patrick Kane shepherding Jonathan Huberdeau along as he enters the league" without going insane on some level, you have more mental fortitude than I do.

Slowly putting together that post about Andrew Shaw and Garrett Wilson. There are distracting things in Panthers land, like playoff series that are both a game away from being won by my teams and Trocheck, my favorite prospect after Markstrom and Huberdeau, signing his ELC! I don't know that he'll actually make the team, but whatever, he's my favorite. If you can look at his smile and not be charmed, you're not human. (He's in Chicago right now, ftr. A healthy scratch, because he JUST got to the Rampage and we're not going to talk about how I squeaked just seeing his name on the scratches list. We're going to go for a picspam instead, which will be slightly less embarrassing.)

Trocheck! And a couple with Brandon Saad, because Pittsburgh bros playing for Saginaw. )

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1. Hahahahahahahahahahaha ohgod. Rick Scott declared we need a west coast counterpart to Florida Institute of Technology and so now we're creating Florida Polytechnic, but he's still making sure the education budget gets slashed by 30% and oh yeah, UF is increasing football and cutting the computer science program. I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT FLORIDA, WHY DO I LOVE IT? Oh right because I believe that my vote may one day make a difference and something something hope for the best, cope with the worst.

2. I have been amazingly productive in the five hours I've been awake since my midnight nap. I'm not sure it's going to be enough, but I did just finish my methods essay and I didn't think it was actually going to get FINISHED, I thought I was just going to have to leave in the really bad bits of my "I wrote this while having an anxiety attack" draft to make word count. I am therefore taking a well-deserved break to update this shit.

crazy sleep deprived Panthers/Canucks/baby Panthers/baby Canucks nonsense )

6. We're apparently meeting at a pub as soon as everyone hands in their essays at noon. I love British pub culture, but when I say "we," I mean "the rest of the medievalists." I am crawling into bed with my Kindle Fire, popping over to AO3 and reading the shit out of the lady NHLers fic that people have been posting but I CAN'T READ YET, BECAUSE I NEED TO WORK, and then going to sleep. And then dinner in hall with A because she's very worried that I'm going to starve to death because I've been working through meals. FOOD AND SLEEP ARE FOR THE WEAK.

7. Sanity returns tomorrow. I am sure you're all looking forward to it. Sanity will then depart at midnight local time because game six, but you should be able to get a whole sixteen hours of me being rational and possibly a post about Garrett Wilson and how in love he and Andrew Shaw are, because now that you people are actually aware of and in love with Shaw, you need to know about his first love. Who was everyone's favorite prospect, but now I think most people are more excited about even Trocheck, which, I was the loneliest Trocheck fan for like six months until Wilson started to SUCK and people began realizing how perfect Troch is (other than the whole growing up a Pens fan, but they can't all be Logan Shaw!) ...okay, maybe sanity won't return. WHATEVER. You wouldn't know what to do if I wasn't posting disjointed rambles about the obsession of the week. You'd be worried someone was wearing me as a skinsuit.
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There's nothing I need to say about the video under this cut except holy shit, Kris Versteeg, way to set Uppy up to make Brodeur look STUPID AND OLD. )

sorry you suck, brodeur. :D This was the moment when I knew I could go to sleep, but also there was no way I wasn't staying up even though it meant only five hours of sleep. WHATEVER, I WILL SURVIVE AND MY ESSAYS WILL GET HANDED IN AND TOMORROW I WILL SLEEP FOREVER AND EVER AND IT WILL BE GREAT. And then I'm going to London on Wednesday morning to see my Jessica. :D

all school all playoffs all the time.

(Speaking of the playoffs! Keith Seabrook played for San Antonio against Chicago last night! And he did the only things he's good for, which are setting up a goal for on the powerplay and being on the ice for a goal against. Stay yourself, Brooksie. Stay yourself. Whatever, he's competent as a replacement for Strachan. It's fine.)

ALSO SPEAKING OF THE RAMPAGE AND STRACHAN. Your team may be great, but does their number one defenseman RESCUE PUPPIES FROM UNDER ABANDONED BUILDINGS AND FOSTER THEM/BLACKMAIL OTHER DUDES ON HIS TEAM INTO FOSTERING THEM? I didn't think so. I love our babies. At some point I might go through and find all the pictures they've tweeted of these puppies because they are so cute and it makes me so happy that Strachan is so super into pet adoption/rescue. :D

off to finish these essays so I can edit them oh god oh god going to die/fail miserably.
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1. If Best Bro had gotten rid of New Jersey like I told her to YEARS ago, the Panthers would not have lost so miserably last night. It is all her fault. It is also her fault Ellerby got hurt.

2. ELLERBY GOT TO PLAY IN THE PLAYOFFS. He ended up getting hurt worse than the guy he was in for is -- Garrison's got a chance to play Saturday, Ellerby does not.

3. Ellerby played top four minutes relative to the other D until he was hurt, as he usually does when in the lineup. Everyone still shits on him and says he's barely a bottom pairing guy. Okay, whatever, CLEARLY the coach disagrees with you. But the coach can't make up his mind on if the kid's top four or spare parts, so whatever. (I'm pretty sure the Jovo-Guds pairing has been declared untouchable which is why they keep getting played instead of a Jovo-Ells or Ells-Guds pairing. Also, you can't bench Jovo.)

4. Garrison and Ellerby being injured means Strachan -> Florida, means Seabrook out of the pressbox and onto the ice against Chicago for the Rampage! Hopefully this means he gets in some playoff hockey in Chicago next week and big bro gets to see it. My thing for families let me show you it. (It occurred to me that theoretically, Ellerby could end up anywhere once we do right by him and send him away which means THEORETICALLY Montreal or Phoenix with his cousins and the thought made me die a lot.)

5. Half of my work for my degree is due on Monday. Right now, both of my essays are of failing quality. THIS COULD END HORRIBLY. It'll be fine. I'm going to finish editing my methods section of one and putting in my information into a section of another and edit the shit out of the introductions tonight and then tomorrow is THEORY and fixing all of my citations and the chapters of my option paper and then Sunday is fixing EVERYTHING ELSE and Monday is hand in day oh god oh god oh god. On the bright side, I should be way more sane come Monday evening. HOORAY!
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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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I am rolling around on the air mattress at Steph's apartment pretending to be doing work while actually fucking around on the internet trying to find a juniors equivalent to this so I don't have to make one myself. Look, it is very important that there be a ready made resource for this shit so I don't end up spending more hours navigating the hell holes that are the various CHL websites. Seriously, Michigan State's 2002 archive is better organized than those things.

I reached the point in being sick yesterday where I wrote several hundred words about how it was totally plausible for Ellerby and PK to have hooked up at WJC camp (TOTALLY plausible; Ellerby's juniors bestie played his junior hockey in Bellville! three seasons with PK!) and also how great it would be if someone (and by someone I mean me, I guess, because I'm the only one that crazy) wrote fic where Ellerby and Versteeg boned during Versteeg's fourteen games in Kamloops. Luckily, I passed out before I subjected you all to that. The condensed version is horrible enough.

I'm at 1000 words on my option paper. It needs to be at 4000 tonight. ...this could be a fun few hours. I grabbed my notebook so I can start flipping through my notes and building things up. That's progress, right?

Anyway, I am in Chicago, I am alive, I am going to see a Dili and a Rosie tomorrow! Also, all is right with the world, because unlike last time I was here, I have seen way, way more Chicago sports paraphernalia than Miami Dolphins paraphernalia. it weird that I track that? I'm just intrigued by who wears what where. LIKE THE SLOVAKS. OH MAN. I FOUND SLOVAKS AT THE GAME LAST NIGHT AND LOST MY MIND. There was a crowd of them in Team Slovakia Chara jerseys and then all of a sudden it turned out two of them actually had Kopecky jerseys on. AMAZING. Also we got upgraded to the IKEA couch in the club level (it is one of the promotion things; basically, our fan patrol group loves me because that's the second time this season they've nabbed me for a thing). IT WAS A PRETTY SWEET NIGHT. I got lots of snuggles from Best Bro while I was being sick and a crazy person about hockey in the state of Florida and the Bruins getting outscored 12-3 on this swing and then John Madden scored his first goal as a Panther (also his first point!) and I fell off of the couch. The end.

Oh, and sentencing for my mom's friend happened. Four years (with time served), fifteen years probation. Mom admitted he should be in prison, so that's progress. I still feel sick about it all.
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THE FLIGHT HOME WAS GREAT. I watched the Lion King, some Big Bang Theory, KINKY BOOTS AT LONG LAST, and the Devil Wears Prada. I was going to do things like write while I watched things, but I ended up playing Angry Birds the entire flight instead. And then Greg Dobbs was clearing customs at the same time as me, which I discovered because I spotted his stack of Florida Marlins luggage emblazoned with his number. Get some new gear, Miami boy.

My abuelas are making arroz con pollo for me tonight. ALL FOR ME. Well, for everyone else who is going over for H's birthday, but mostly they are making it because I have missed it a lot and they love me. OM NOM NOM.

I don't know what to do with the Panthers right now. The team that lost 5-0 to the Flyers should not then lose 2-1 in a shootout to the Penguins the next night, especially not with how shit our second night of back-to-backs have been this season. It's weird. But we're very likely to win the division, no matter what Wyshynski says, because no one else wants it and then PLAYOFFS IN FLORIDA IN A SPORT I CARE ABOUT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN WAY TOO LONG. \o/

Anyway, I need to go try and do some work on my essay so that I can pretend I am doing work this break, but this morning when I was up way too early I ended up curious about political contributions from athletes and ran this set of stuff, specifically for hockey players because the first football player I found the information on, from a different site, made me cry.

Thank god for, seriously. )
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GREATEST NEWS: the sentencing has been postponed until the day after it was supposed to be, which means that even though I got this kind of emotionally/religiously manipulative e-mail from that dude's wife, I don't have to go to his sentencing and be emotionally fucked up and physically ill or risk feeling like a massive douche. And the sentence should be handed down by the time I land in Chicago, so I won't be jittering around about it, just still confused -- though, mostly, I've settled on, "Nah, he's pretty much scum, whatever everyone is saying about 'repentance,' because he's said that before, and yes, as much as I object to the prison system, that's where he belongs."

I'm at the halfway point of my degree. \o/ It's pretty weird -- in six months, I'll have a master's and hopefully a big girl job, which is terrifying. I'll be done with academia for the foreseeable future, though there's still the possibility of going back to do enough school for degrees in educational psychology and curriculum development if I end up needing them to smack people around.

I need to sleep, because tomorrow is going to be a loooooong day -- I've got to finish my data collection, work on outlining my option paper, I have an evening outing, and I need to do laundry. BUT FIRST. God, it must've been weeks ago, I mentioned to [ profile] just_katarin how apparently a bunch of dudes were hitting Sunrise for the Habs game to hang out with Ellerby and Carey and her response was to demand fic where Ellerby makes fun of Carey for how into PK he is. I sketched something out, but I've come to accept that it isn't going past 500 words of something I wouldn't actually call proper fic about them chilling somewhere after the NYE game, so here that is so that it gets out of my googledocs. :|

Cousins being dicks to each other is kind of my lifeblood, even if it is weird writing cousins who aren't boning. Oh, Tolkien fandom. )
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Shit I am losing my mind over: Booth's Joe Louis debut! He's never played there and his favorite memory took place there and it's Booth, so I'm basically always losing my mind. And also, the one and only Stephen Weiss set the franchise's record for games played tonight and this has a bunch of great quotes from Dineen and Matthias. Matthias wanting to be Weiss is SO GREAT. I can't even. And there is this article from when Weiss made his debut. Also, like six Rampage guys (including Keith Seabrook) got Twitter in the past couple of days and they are all so amazing and creepers about each other.

My meeting with my supervisor today was amazing. We hammered out the chapters for my dissertation and I'm going to do the huge evidence collection in the next couple of weeks and then I can get on the fun business of my lit review and my close reading section. He laughed at me when I told him it was way easier to procrastinate when I was a lit major. Look, I got to write twenty pages off of three sources back then. I need three sources a PARAGRAPH these days. Wretched.

I am bootstrapping myself the fuck out of my anxiety. It's been ... weird. My anxiety is very much just "NO, I CAN'T" in a kind of white noise way and no one seems to understand that it's not actually motivated by specific fears. It's just this overwhelming feeling of imperfection. And so I tell myself I'm a worthless human being and then I go and get on with doing shit. It is not the healthiest thing, but neither is listening to a playlist that consists of nothing but Surgery, Just Fishin', Friend of the Devil, Blackbird, and Amazing Grace, and I'm doing that ... too much. (Surgery reminds me of my uncle like nothing else, Just Fishin' is a horrible song but kills me every time, Friend of the Devil was my dad's song, and then Blackbird and Amazing Grace are what we played at the funerals. So. Yeah.)

Homework now. ♥ (And then possibly more writing on a thing where Ells and Carey hang out and make fun of each other? Idk. It's a thing that's happening in my googledocs right now.)
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Internet, Markstrom is healthy and he and Backstrom are tweeting at each other. I can die happy now. &Swedes; Other than that, I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT MY TEAM because I'm going to be a crazy person if I do. I think I might actually surpass Shane Doan levels of crazy right now. Oh, Doan. Way to be my metric of sanity. ♥


I had an excellent meeting with my supervisor yesterday! He made a really weird metaphor about water-skiing and told me I didn't need to keep my head above water. A's response? "As a lifeguard, I strongly disagree with that."

Speaking of A, uh. We've been called an old married couple about three times so far this week. Just because we have a system for opening the doors at dinner and eat at least half our meals together and bicker about the weather. >:( Whatever, whatever. We're great. I'm really glad I made good friends here, especially the pair of them I have in my building. What lovely girls!

Jessica and Sarah are coming to visit this weekend. I expect all of the snuggles, probably them yelling at me, and probably ice cream. The trouble with living across the street from one of the best ice cream places ever is ... I live right across the street from one of the best ice cream places ever.

I think it is bedtime. OH WAIT, NO. FIRST. Everyone who's watching needs to come talk to me about Once Upon A Time. Especially the most recent episode. HOLY. FUCKING. SHITMONKEYS. <-- pretty much everything I was capable of saying to Sarah after I watched it the other day. HOLY SHITMONKEYS. (Also I'm at the point where I don't like David/Mary Margaret. My adultery squick, let me show you it!)
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My health issues are ... bad. And knocked me out long enough that I'm now at the point where it's freaking me out to e-mail my supervisor and my course convener even though I need to have done so by this past Sunday. I'm a bit more calmed down about my everything now that I've outlined what I need to do tomorrow -- I was just at a point where I needed to reorganize the paper again and I'm going to have to cut words, which means adding more, but it should be doable today.

I am officially moving home in August or September, depending on when I finish my dissertation. I'm really excited about this and will probably punch the first person to say to me, "But why do you want to come back to Miami when you could stay in England?" That person will probably be my best Miami friend and she will deserve it. I am allowed to want to be where I want to be. (I will probably end up moving elsewhere after about a year, but the first year is to regroup and be at home and basically decide if I'm going to try for the career option that makes everything else look horrible or go ahead and do the PhD.)

This article gave me all the feelings because Mike Weaver. Tell me more about watching him use his body and his stick, Jason Garrison!

Right. Time for breakfast and then for work, I guess. Tell me happy things, internet?
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I really love sleep. My relationship with sleep was once tempestuous at best, but now I am super enthusiastic about it. So much so that I apparently injured my left shoulder and right knee in my sleep last night. I rock. Ibuprofen hasn't touched it, so I may need to go out and buy something stronger. I don't mind doing that, though, because medicine is so cheap here! My friends in the United States, have you ever dreamed of getting Tylenol for less than two cents per pill? Blah blah blah exchange rates, but YOU CAN DO THAT HERE. *______*

Today, I helped my mother start a passive-aggressive argument (some mutual friends of ours were posting some really offensive and fatphobic things and my mother may be tiny, but she will cut you for that shit, probably because of having two daughters who were underweight when they DEVELOPED their eating disorders) on Facebook. It was the greatest thing we've done together since my dad died and is making me think we may have our normal relationship again. As much as I miss her, I think having an ocean between us is the best thing that's happened to our relationship.

Other than that, real life is boring, the Jets AND Lightning lost last night, I'm going to work the word "cunning" into this paper on the linguistic turn sometime tonight (people I talk to elsewhere should yell at me if I'm not working from now until Sunday, btw), I need to finish Youngblood in hopes that the guy will do something that doesn't remind me of Patrick Kane (about all he's done so far that hasn't is he was kind of bad at drinking, but whatever, RPF doesn't have canon anyway!!!), and I need to reread the paper I have a meeting about tomorrow. And somewhere in there I might write some really self-indulgent fic because I do not give a fuck.
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So there are new people once again! Hello new people! Come talk at me! (And old people too, I am trying to procrastinate here!) I am Angie/Angela, born/raised/etc. in Florida where it is warm, living in England where it is not, doing a master's in history, pretty much a failure at life, and going to post this and make a fucking sandwich now so I can stop using that as an excuse not to do work.

Thanks to this report about his objection to the godforsaken pitbull ban in my home county, Mark Buehrle is now my favorite Marlin not named Mike Stanton.

The only good thing about the Panthers losing to the Devils: Bill Lindsay (who wore 11 for the Panthers back in the day) talking about how John Madden is wearing 10 even though he's only signed for this year because THE GREATEST #11 OF ALL TIME WILL BE COMING ALONG NEXT YEAR. And Billy thinks that Huberdeau will move ahead of him in total points scored as a Panther next season alone, which would mean scoring 166 points, so more than 2 points a game. I'm so glad Bill Lindsay is possibly more deluded than I am about the baby Panthers. It makes me feel better about myself. (Huberdeaaaaaaau, don't listen to Billy, you just be the best you can be next year, it doesn't matter how many goals you score, I am sure Tiniest will let you score on him ANYWAY, since he loved you even when you posted pictures of him half-naked on Twitter and we all know he thinks the good lord does not approve of being naked in public.)

Bland life update: More and more people are around! When I went to Starbucks on Thursday, there was exactly the right amount of people out for me to feel not like I was in a fucking ghosttown, but to not feel overwhelmed by the mobs of tourists. And Z should be back in the next couple of days if I remember her schedule right, as well as my soulmate across the hall and my bromate downstairs. Essay is trotting along at a reasonable clip if one assumes I am going to use the shorter length of the essay for the draft and then move it up to 4k when the two C's tell me what to fix.


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