gorgeous day: reredefined

The NINOMIYA Exchange
because everyone loves Nino

I'm exchange pimping all up in everyone's faces, so sorry if you've seen this five times already. But! Two days left to sign up for NinoEx! Do it, do it, etc.

Hahhhh one last pimp on the comm itself, and I think that's it. I've worked hard today.

I'm not so big into (pseudo?) self-advertisement, and if you're going to donate, just do it already... but if incentivizing helps, so be it. I'm not doing any of the fandom auction stuff, but I stole a neat Japan-fundraiser idea from the oh-so-lovely reposoir; details here.

In terms of the actual tragedy and the response on the internet and otherwise, I'm not going to get into it here. Suffice it to say that I'm doing and feeling what I think is appropriate for me to do and feel, and I sincerely hope that you're doing the same for yourselves.

Check out Inocchi with a cigar. Badass.

Not that I have a lot of ennui. I just like the word.

Feeling bleh about my writing, as usual. I won't get into it since I've already angsted about it enough, but I just haven't been excited about anything I've written lately, and I feel like I'm never going to get back to the writing that I've done that I really liked. Eh.

Stopped by my history professor's office the other day because I totally phoned in on the assignments last week and I wanted to apologize. Ended up crying in his office about how I don't feel like I belong in grad school because what seems to come so easily to everyone else is jarringly, frustratingly difficult for me. He basically told me that none of the other students necessarily knows any better than I do and that he can tell that my discomfort isn't from not understanding the material but instead from not liking what it is I understand. I guess it makes sense, because this one history class is single-handedly deconstructing the way I've learned and thought of the world for 22 (now 23! woo!) years, and maybe I'm just having trouble coming to terms with it. Though it doesn't help that it does so through thousands of pages of dense European philosophy. I don't care what you think I'm feeling, Professor, that stuff's hard to get through. D:

日本語の方で、まぁ、頑張ります、普通に。古文の授業はすごく楽しいけど英語で教えられるそのせいか、話すのは全然進行してない。でもノートはきれいだよ。英語の間に日本語がスッと入れられてるもん。私の字はね、英語のも日本語のも好きだよ。本人が言うけどね。（笑）

Headed up to Seattle for the weekend to see Halley~. No rompin' around in West Hollywood this year (apparently the Philly South Street equivalent?). Though the friend I'd actually go with, Michael, wouldn't be able to make it anyway, since he works on Halloween. I guess we'll save it for next year.

On the fandom front, I'm slowly coming to terms with how adorable I find Ryo (though his drunken escapades will never not be funny). I lead such a difficult life, I know.

So after being miserably sick for a week and then writing a fic in five days that clocks in longer than my thesis -- longer than my thesis* -- I've decided that it's time to get back to business.

*Though to be honest, 35 pages isn't long for a thesis. It's just... why couldn't that have been written in five days? (I did a word count for comparison, because I'm curious. The fic was 15,731. My thesis? 11,275. Cruel, cruel world.)

William is showing up sometime tomorrow, and then we're heading to Maryland to visit Abby on Saturday, going to back to Haverford on Sunday, screaming mindlessly at each other for a long time for not having been productive over break on Monday, and getting back in the classroom on Tuesday.

I'm actually more excited than you might think. But seriously, world, riddle me this: How is it that break goes so quickly, with so little productivity?