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the first thing i did was go back and read the wanks with spoilers.

...i would say i was afraid of this, but i didn't have enough time to contemplate with horror, or apparently enough imagination, to come up with twits like that on my own. ::sigh::

edit: more wank? this is a LOT more traditionally wanky. whoooooa.

edit: another subject entirely: tales of the plush cthulhu.

grown-ups who live in the real world help!

can you get account transaction history from an atm machine?

i love my hungry mood icon... i mean, ootp humor!

funny ootp spoilers over here in the journal of i-don't-know-who. and here is a review i like by dorkorific.

( and just a coupla other ootp spoilers although maybe not v spoilery )

they might not even be related.

what does it mean if your stomach hurts, not from food or hunger or anything, apparently not gastro-intestinal at all? i mean, how can your stomach hurt and food NOT be involved--assuming you haven't been stabbed, which is what i feel like. or got an ulcer. my daddy has one. luckily, his torso is still numb, and likely to remain so for a long time. it's so strange to say 'luckily' about things like that--yet it keeps coming up.

all about the future. aren't i verbose today?

question for people who know things--esp. european people.
how hard is it REALLY to get an apartment in stockholm or copenhagen?

people keep warning me. i know nothing about apartment-hunting, but the way i've drawn it in my mind is, unless you're really lucky AND really good at looking, you're probably not going to get one.

so if you say you're going to go on an exchange program. and you show up there, planning to find yourself one... you're kind of screwed, aren't you?

what were we on when we came up with this idea? ...oh yes, that's right, we were desperate.

thinking about what i could conceivably do with myself in between.
i've been seriously considering scrapping the whole plan. it's not too late. i could do something next year, something else, for the entire year. people keep saying take classes--where, at the university of alabama? for god's sake, when i was straight out of high school they would have given me a free ride plus room and board and an allowance and a free laptop to come, just for having graduated with an ib diploma. and they have to do that, they do, because they have pretty much no standards, what they're known for are the parties on fraternity row which start thursday, or wednesday some weeks, and end again on monday.

i mean, this isn't to say, not in a pinch, but i'm not in a pinch, am i. there's no THING that i need to know about. there's no thing that i WANT to know about (well, there is--but they can't teach me the languages i want). (hell, maybe i could interest myself in russian--or swedish--or something. greek again, and do the work this time. but--is six hours of greek worth half an hour of my novel if i'd only write it? no.)