So now I just have a thesis to go. And piles of grading. But spring term has yet to start, so I am going to revel in pretend freedom for one more day. *revelrevelrevelrevel*
Thus far, my reveling has consisted of returning two dozen Russianish books to the school library, taking out two dozen fun books out from the public library, making and eating a reduced (size, not taste) recipe of Muddy Buddies, and looking like a loon laughing out loud to the WILL GRAYSON, WILL GRAYSON audiobook while walking around Eugene. Happily, the key to that last thing is that I am in Eugene: there are far, far crazier people on any given sidewalk than I ever could be.
Also, I have been creaking back into my WIPs. For all the flurry of ideas that stormed in my brain over the last two+ weeks of forced hiatus, I am not finding my return to be easy. I love what I have, but I'm kind of annoyed that I actually have to work to move anything forward. WORK IS SO OVERRATED.
So instead of anything pithy to say about writing, I want to give you all this:
I mean, this is SILLY:
But all the blatant silliness somehow kind of... works?
What if I get feather extensions, you guys? I'm a little worried this might maybe happen. Even though it absolutely, absolutely should not.
... or should it?
GAH. BacktowritingWIP.
Also, enjoy Russian slang:
*as defined by my favorite fingertip dictionary, Multitran:
класс! сущ. в начало | |
Майкрософт | Wow! |
сл. | stunning; the nertz; the nuts; kick ass |
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