DAMN RIGHT IT'S BETTER THAN YOURS.
(So, like, my tax return amounted to $1470. Fuck. Yes. My faith in it coming in this week was not misplaced. ♥)
Which pays off my credit card nicely and leaves me enough to save for a proper laptop instead of a stupid little baby thing. *_* Happiness is not having to worry about expenses. And now I can happily pay Glass what I owe her for the commission, too! Eee!
Also: Mum is coming home early! :'D She'll be back on Saturday. This means that I may not actually die over the weekend.
Writers Fest was HILARIOUS OH GOD. The guy I went to see, right, I went in thinking his main character was meant to be a parody of boysy fantasy protagonists who know all and can do all despite their raging self-confidence. OH, NO. THAT IS ACTUALLY HOW HE ACTS. XD; But his co-authors were neat people, particularly one Margo Lanagan.
(Intermission: Ran into Danielle, who is still stressed but apparently has a boyfriend now... who does not have a job and she asked if he could get in at HN. :D;;;;;;; Also had lunch with Rage and Xant, during which I cackled hysterically over aforementioned author, and we all cackled hysterically over my serve of chips. I WOULD LIKE TO STRESS THAT AT THAT POINT I HAD EATEN PRECISELY ONE FRENCH FRY. This was then inscribed in the Book of LOL.)
Then I went back to WriFest to see this guy again and caught the tail end of Margo Lanagan's panel and decided that this woman was Freaking Awesome and that I should read all of her everything, so in the period between her going offstage and Michael Pryor coming on, I ran to the bookstore, bought two books, ran to get them signed and tell her how awesome her talk was, and then ran back to the bookstore to purchase the book she'd actually been talking about, and then ran back to Michael Pryor for the sake of my assignment.
So, so much of what he said was anathema to me. |D; I think my question for him sums the session up nicely. (Keep in mind that I am, like, one of ten people at this talk not in a school uniform or a teacher.)
ME: Was the character of Aubrey Fitzwilliam intended at all satirically?
HIM: What? No! :D
His main character started out dead. HOW DO YOU POSSIBLY GO WRONG WITH AN OPENING LIKE THAT? And then to not even mean anything by this painfully perfect character? It is like Twilight all over again! D: WORDS CANNOT FULLY CONVEY MY DISGUST. An extended metaphor might, but then again, I'm lazy.
So, yeah. Japanese exam tonight, too, which was fine except for me totally blanking on shokuji. WAY TO FAIL. Oh well. At least I understand grammatical structures. (You would not believe how many people cannot pick up ~temiru, ~nagara, etc. and run with them. o.0 SERIOUSLY.)
(So, like, my tax return amounted to $1470. Fuck. Yes. My faith in it coming in this week was not misplaced. ♥)
Which pays off my credit card nicely and leaves me enough to save for a proper laptop instead of a stupid little baby thing. *_* Happiness is not having to worry about expenses. And now I can happily pay Glass what I owe her for the commission, too! Eee!
Also: Mum is coming home early! :'D She'll be back on Saturday. This means that I may not actually die over the weekend.
Writers Fest was HILARIOUS OH GOD. The guy I went to see, right, I went in thinking his main character was meant to be a parody of boysy fantasy protagonists who know all and can do all despite their raging self-confidence. OH, NO. THAT IS ACTUALLY HOW HE ACTS. XD; But his co-authors were neat people, particularly one Margo Lanagan.
(Intermission: Ran into Danielle, who is still stressed but apparently has a boyfriend now... who does not have a job and she asked if he could get in at HN. :D;;;;;;; Also had lunch with Rage and Xant, during which I cackled hysterically over aforementioned author, and we all cackled hysterically over my serve of chips. I WOULD LIKE TO STRESS THAT AT THAT POINT I HAD EATEN PRECISELY ONE FRENCH FRY. This was then inscribed in the Book of LOL.)
Then I went back to WriFest to see this guy again and caught the tail end of Margo Lanagan's panel and decided that this woman was Freaking Awesome and that I should read all of her everything, so in the period between her going offstage and Michael Pryor coming on, I ran to the bookstore, bought two books, ran to get them signed and tell her how awesome her talk was, and then ran back to the bookstore to purchase the book she'd actually been talking about, and then ran back to Michael Pryor for the sake of my assignment.
So, so much of what he said was anathema to me. |D; I think my question for him sums the session up nicely. (Keep in mind that I am, like, one of ten people at this talk not in a school uniform or a teacher.)
ME: Was the character of Aubrey Fitzwilliam intended at all satirically?
HIM: What? No! :D
His main character started out dead. HOW DO YOU POSSIBLY GO WRONG WITH AN OPENING LIKE THAT? And then to not even mean anything by this painfully perfect character? It is like Twilight all over again! D: WORDS CANNOT FULLY CONVEY MY DISGUST. An extended metaphor might, but then again, I'm lazy.
So, yeah. Japanese exam tonight, too, which was fine except for me totally blanking on shokuji. WAY TO FAIL. Oh well. At least I understand grammatical structures. (You would not believe how many people cannot pick up ~temiru, ~nagara, etc. and run with them. o.0 SERIOUSLY.)
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