This is long overdue, but: THANKS, guys, for your super kind responses to my last journal. Seriously, you guys are the best. DA gets a lot of criticism (often rightfully) for being a den of weird fetishes and immature drama, but I've met some really great people here, and at least now we have [link] and other tumblrs to make fun of the bad parts of DA.

Been truckin' along since my last post. Luckily, my freelance translation and editing work picked up, so I haven't just been sitting around bemoaning my fate (I've also been playing Angry Birds on Facebook. Did you know you can play Angry Birds on Facebook now? RIGHT??). In my continued job search, I also hit a spot of luck with a translation company outsite of Boston, and after a few phone interviews, I have an in-person interview tomorrow. Wish me luck/sacrifice a few goats for me, guys!

A few other things have fallen through for me lately, but with that unseasonable spell of sunny, 75 degree weather we had recently, it was difficult to feel too bummed about anything. Still trying to write. I'm so close to being finished with the first volume of Ronia Novel Project Thing, I can taste it.

Also, they started filming for Season 7 of Doctor Who! (The dove returns to the ark with an olive branch in its mouth: hope!) I wish the new companion lady had short hair, though. Wouldn't that have been cool?

I read The Hunger Games. It was all right, the writing was awful, but the hype is kind of fun. I'm in the middle of Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell and it is seriously fantastic, so I'm much more of a shrieky teen fangirl for that. Team Enormous Meaty British Doorstops full of Big Words and Footnotes!


Yesterday, I passed several torturous hours trapped in the company of some truly ignorant relatives. They expressed the opinion that prototypical natives of Spain, in Europe, are not white, because they speak Spanish. Another member of this family expressed that there should be a law ensuring that he pays the same amount for gas for his shitbucket 14 mpg truck as the "greenie-weenies" do for their Priuses. That the price difference came from buying different quantities of gas, and not a Magic Hippie Button on the pump, completely escaped him. I apologize for making you stupider by inflicting the above sentences upon you, but I just needed to share because... wat.

If you were raised by a reasonable NPR-listening, library-card-owning family/pack of wolves, go hug them.

In related news, is Santorum the worst, or what? Holy cow. I know Americans always say this shit, but if he wins, I really might actually show up at some of you Canadians' doors with a sleeping bag, because I am not about to get down with some Handmaid's Tale bullshit. Luckily, I don't think he's ever had a prayer (har) of actually winning. You just can't win without the Sex & Porn vote. It's a key demographic.

My 5 Year High School Reunion is in a week or so (it should tell you a lot about my high school that I graduated *6* years ago). I'd much rather have elective oral surgery. There is not enough liquor in the world to get me through the sight of my former "abstinence only!" classmates' slobbery bastard children.



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