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bad icons should be outlawed.

they drive me NUTS.

lord of the rings stories?

i find i don't have the energy to wade through the archives. would some kind soul rec me some good frodo/sam and merry/pippin that's well-written and true to canon? i'd be much obliged.

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reading slash in bed and updating my recs page.

should i feel guilty for not being productive?

eeeh.

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this room is pink. why did i never notice that before? i don't want a pink room. i don't like it pink. eugh.

update again with a fic snippet. i amuse and tire myself.

this time to the west wing section.

rob lowe may be an asshole, but he's a good actor, and sam is really adorable. i'm quite infatuated. gah.

cim's multi-fandom recs

when it comes down to it she knows she shouldn't think about it because if she does, it won't make any sense. everyone knows how the story ends. she's read it a million times herself, and she keeps trying to cheat fate. if she can change the theme she can change the outcome. she refuses to put aside the metaphors and look at it rationally, and she doesn't want to know what she wants.

don't look so scared

i'm going to paint some more bookshelves and then take a nap. it's sunny outside, and the whole inside of my room is dusky, not gray, almost purple, with light filtering in in little luminescent pale bars from the blinds and the curtains. light off, fan on, the dog sleeping and emitting suspicious smells, and the cats the same only fuzzier at the other end of the house. i could take a nap and wake up again . and work and not work all day and be happy, and i don't know why. sometimes it just seems like everything about life is beautiful, even sadness, and i want to cling to every little emotion with my teeth and toenails before i can forget it. i like the smell of dust and the little wrinkles in paper and the weird way your hands feel when it's cold and dry and it's like they shrink, plasticy papery. my dad doesn't understand me anymore and i mostly only find that reassuring. ::poke::

i'm a bit hungry. also lazy. mm.

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hormones. damn hormones. i HATE them.

the ancestry thing.

i'm a semitic slav, tralalala.

1. What is your lineage? Where are your ancestors from?
my great-grandparents were: 1) russian jew; 1) brit; 2) polish jews; and 4) other polacks, with a tiny amount of irish, scottish, german and such mixed in.

2. Of those countries, which would you most like to visit?
hm. probably scotland. or russia?

3. Which would you least like to visit? Why?
poland just seems boring to me. also, i'm pretty pissed at the majority of that part of my family.

4. Do you do anything during the year to celebrate or recognize your heritage?
we celebrate channukah and passover--in a non-religious, or at least non-believing, manner--to honor my paternal grandmother, who felt that that heritage was very important.

5. Who were the first ancestors to move to your present country (parents, grandparents, etc)?
the russian jew came over in the russian revolution; the brit came via canada when she was 18; my great-grandmother lillian moved with her family from poland when she was a child, and her husband henry did too, separately, i believe. on my mother's side of the family, the most recent emigrants are more like five generations back.

hp rec?

i don't like odd forms of slang, like 'arse' and 'bum,' which i get from my canadian and british acquaintances.

that said, chocolate_frog was mentioning something about sirius/severus/remus smut that made my mouth water, only i don't happen to have ever encountered any, with the exception of two or so stories by eggbert. perhaps someone in the hp fandom could point me in the proper direction? ^.^

whoa, MAJOR thunderstorm.

sorry, naina.