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stunt_muppet at 03:30pm on 20/03/2010 under anime, college, doctor who, fic fragments, homework-fleeing ten-minute lj break, life, transformers
stunt_muppet at 03:30pm on 20/03/2010 under anime, college, doctor who, fic fragments, homework-fleeing ten-minute lj break, life, transformersNot the things I intended to accomplish, possibly, but I'll take what I can get.
Things I did yesterday:
1. Talked to Biology teacher about the classes I've missed; started setting up schedule for the long-term presentation so I won't fall behind. Bio professor was, thankfully, very understanding.
2. Walked outside in the sun (oh thank goodness, I've missed you, sun), generally felt a bit better about life and Impending Graduation and all, and decided to treat myself to dinner at a restaurant on Main Street I'd never been to. This ended up being a good decision, because they had tomatoes and mozzarella with basil and olive oil, which is possibly one of my favorite foods ever. And it's actually partially good for me! I love it when I don't have to feel guilty about eating something.
Also had what, at the time, seemed like the ingenious idea of taking the leftover bread that they give you before your meal home in a to-go box, because otherwise it's just going to get thrown away and if I'm buying dinner I may as well also get breakfast the next morning.
3. Finished Saya no Uta once I got back to my dorm that night. Don't laugh! Ticking off something on the long list of Media I Would Like To Finish is a big deal for me. Anyway, even though I'm not as easily scared as I used to be, there were times while watching Saya no Uta that I just had to close the window and go look at pictures of kittens or something because I was so creeped out by it. It's unsettling the whole way through. And the ending...wow. Just...woah. See, that's how you do Lovecraftian-esque.
Also the soundtrack. The creepy, creepy soundtrack. Eeeeh.
4. Watched the most recent Doctor Who Season 5 trailer! I grow ever more excited about Season 5, even if New Who's persistent problem with sound mixing is in full evidence in the trailer. But the Doctor holds Amy out of the TARDIS by her ankle and lets her float in space and it is beautiful, omg. And there's a Union Jack on a Dalek! And Amy facing down a Cyberman! I can even deal with yet more recurrence of old monsters because it just looks so exciting. Is the new season here yet? How about now?
5. Cleaned the bathroom. I just feel much better about the world when the bathroom is scrubbed down, don't you?
6. Wrote 400 more words of my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
springkink fic! I haven't written that much in ages. I am not sure if I should post it like I planned to do with all my other snippets because I might actually finish this thing! I've even gotten to the maintenance that the prompt requested and I am feeling much less stressed about my Optimus voice. Write Or Die: A lifesaver. I should use it for my essay. In fact I will do that today.
But I am going to post the snippet anyway, because it makes me feel good about myself:
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She’d remained at his side as the war began, because back then she was the only one like him, her and Ultra Magnus. But as the battles drew on he wondered why. The spontaneity and comfort between them was gone, and when they spoke it was only of strategy, or of tactics, or of leadership disputes.
Even when she was right next to him, he missed her.
And it was that that led him to her quarters in base camp as night fell, nominally to check on her and ensure that she hadn't sustained too much damage but in truth hoping to speak to her: about the city they used to call home, about the squad she was hoping to train and lead, about anything that didn't, in the end, come back to war.
When he opened her door she acknowledged him briefly, not surprised by his presence, but soon returned her attention to the exposed circuitry on her arm. "How are you feeling?" he asked.
"I'm all right," she replied, with a small smile, probably to reassure him. "It's nothing I can't repair on my own." Despite that her injuries looked worse now that they were back at base and under better light than they had on the battlefield; the tears in her plating weren’t too severe but he hadn’t noticed all the dents and gouges that didn’t pierce the shell, or the slight lag when she moved, or how though she’d cleaned herself off as best she could she was still stained, in places, with oil and ash.
"Are you sure you don't want to see a medic?" She hadn't listened to him much even when they were dockworkers, pointedly doing whatever it was she had made up her mind to do; he hadn't expected that to change even if he was, technically, her commanding officer, and she hadn't disappointed him. But at times her independence worried him. She'd left one battle a few quartices ago with her front axle almost snapped in two, and she hadn't even said anything until she skidded off the road on the way back to base. Sustaining an injury like that in the heat of a fight could easily have killed her, and he'd told her so, and she acted like it simply hadn't occurred to her to alert him to her condition. Besides, she'd insisted, she could fight on a broken axle. No sense in leaving the fight when they still needed her.
"No, Optimus," she said, gently insistent. "It's nothing serious. Basic maintenance is all it'll take. There are other bots who need a medic far more than me."
---
Speaking of today, I should shower and make myself presentable so I actually can get something done today. Cheerio
Things I did yesterday:
1. Talked to Biology teacher about the classes I've missed; started setting up schedule for the long-term presentation so I won't fall behind. Bio professor was, thankfully, very understanding.
2. Walked outside in the sun (oh thank goodness, I've missed you, sun), generally felt a bit better about life and Impending Graduation and all, and decided to treat myself to dinner at a restaurant on Main Street I'd never been to. This ended up being a good decision, because they had tomatoes and mozzarella with basil and olive oil, which is possibly one of my favorite foods ever. And it's actually partially good for me! I love it when I don't have to feel guilty about eating something.
Also had what, at the time, seemed like the ingenious idea of taking the leftover bread that they give you before your meal home in a to-go box, because otherwise it's just going to get thrown away and if I'm buying dinner I may as well also get breakfast the next morning.
3. Finished Saya no Uta once I got back to my dorm that night. Don't laugh! Ticking off something on the long list of Media I Would Like To Finish is a big deal for me. Anyway, even though I'm not as easily scared as I used to be, there were times while watching Saya no Uta that I just had to close the window and go look at pictures of kittens or something because I was so creeped out by it. It's unsettling the whole way through. And the ending...wow. Just...woah. See, that's how you do Lovecraftian-esque.
Also the soundtrack. The creepy, creepy soundtrack. Eeeeh.
4. Watched the most recent Doctor Who Season 5 trailer! I grow ever more excited about Season 5, even if New Who's persistent problem with sound mixing is in full evidence in the trailer. But the Doctor holds Amy out of the TARDIS by her ankle and lets her float in space and it is beautiful, omg. And there's a Union Jack on a Dalek! And Amy facing down a Cyberman! I can even deal with yet more recurrence of old monsters because it just looks so exciting. Is the new season here yet? How about now?
5. Cleaned the bathroom. I just feel much better about the world when the bathroom is scrubbed down, don't you?
6. Wrote 400 more words of my
springkink fic! I haven't written that much in ages. I am not sure if I should post it like I planned to do with all my other snippets because I might actually finish this thing! I've even gotten to the maintenance that the prompt requested and I am feeling much less stressed about my Optimus voice. Write Or Die: A lifesaver. I should use it for my essay. In fact I will do that today. But I am going to post the snippet anyway, because it makes me feel good about myself:
---
She’d remained at his side as the war began, because back then she was the only one like him, her and Ultra Magnus. But as the battles drew on he wondered why. The spontaneity and comfort between them was gone, and when they spoke it was only of strategy, or of tactics, or of leadership disputes.
Even when she was right next to him, he missed her.
And it was that that led him to her quarters in base camp as night fell, nominally to check on her and ensure that she hadn't sustained too much damage but in truth hoping to speak to her: about the city they used to call home, about the squad she was hoping to train and lead, about anything that didn't, in the end, come back to war.
When he opened her door she acknowledged him briefly, not surprised by his presence, but soon returned her attention to the exposed circuitry on her arm. "How are you feeling?" he asked.
"I'm all right," she replied, with a small smile, probably to reassure him. "It's nothing I can't repair on my own." Despite that her injuries looked worse now that they were back at base and under better light than they had on the battlefield; the tears in her plating weren’t too severe but he hadn’t noticed all the dents and gouges that didn’t pierce the shell, or the slight lag when she moved, or how though she’d cleaned herself off as best she could she was still stained, in places, with oil and ash.
"Are you sure you don't want to see a medic?" She hadn't listened to him much even when they were dockworkers, pointedly doing whatever it was she had made up her mind to do; he hadn't expected that to change even if he was, technically, her commanding officer, and she hadn't disappointed him. But at times her independence worried him. She'd left one battle a few quartices ago with her front axle almost snapped in two, and she hadn't even said anything until she skidded off the road on the way back to base. Sustaining an injury like that in the heat of a fight could easily have killed her, and he'd told her so, and she acted like it simply hadn't occurred to her to alert him to her condition. Besides, she'd insisted, she could fight on a broken axle. No sense in leaving the fight when they still needed her.
"No, Optimus," she said, gently insistent. "It's nothing serious. Basic maintenance is all it'll take. There are other bots who need a medic far more than me."
---
Speaking of today, I should shower and make myself presentable so I actually can get something done today. Cheerio
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