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The postcolonialists are making me cry again. I wish it weren't so serious. However, since we aren't lending people tomorrow, I have the day off and can work on thesis and postcolonialism (and Oh My Fucking God, People, Marco Polo didn't freaking colonise any fucking one, I'm not sure he even went anywhere he claims he did for fuck's sake that's my point I don't understand why I need these goddamn idiots) and thus may spend some time procrastinating.
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extraonions's story. It is currently at 7, 000 words and rising. This is pleasing to me. Oh, the joys of working with what you know. I took a HelloQuizzy quiz and learned that my Harry Potter husband is Bill Weasley because, "You like guys who are cool. And not cool in that fake, dicky way, but actually cool. He's so cool that they couldn't find any actor to adequately portray him, so they decided to just leave him out of the movies rather than risk not doing justice to his coolness. He's like the Chuck Norris of Harry Potter: plain freaking awesome. When Voldemort says "You-Know-Who", he's talking about Bill Weasley."
However, I am open to new methods of procrastination that don't involve post-colonialism or Freud. They can, however, involve Mongolia because my thesis, despite its non-con tendency to beat me until I cry, has made me fall in love with the Mongolian Empire.
(Also, is it weird that my coworkers tend to check each others' MySpaces and think I should get one so we can internet network? I feel like it's weird. And no, they have no idea this exists. I hope.)
ETA: Because I'm a dork, I actually did research for a fanfic. And I discovered that there is a Singer Auto (sometimes Salvage) in Nebraska. This means nothing to people who aren't Supernatural fans, but it delighted me.
I am working on
extraonions's story. It is currently at 7, 000 words and rising. This is pleasing to me. Oh, the joys of working with what you know. I took a HelloQuizzy quiz and learned that my Harry Potter husband is Bill Weasley because, "You like guys who are cool. And not cool in that fake, dicky way, but actually cool. He's so cool that they couldn't find any actor to adequately portray him, so they decided to just leave him out of the movies rather than risk not doing justice to his coolness. He's like the Chuck Norris of Harry Potter: plain freaking awesome. When Voldemort says "You-Know-Who", he's talking about Bill Weasley."However, I am open to new methods of procrastination that don't involve post-colonialism or Freud. They can, however, involve Mongolia because my thesis, despite its non-con tendency to beat me until I cry, has made me fall in love with the Mongolian Empire.
(Also, is it weird that my coworkers tend to check each others' MySpaces and think I should get one so we can internet network? I feel like it's weird. And no, they have no idea this exists. I hope.)
ETA: Because I'm a dork, I actually did research for a fanfic. And I discovered that there is a Singer Auto (sometimes Salvage) in Nebraska. This means nothing to people who aren't Supernatural fans, but it delighted me.