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Name: Angaerin
Interests: Sorting out my life situation post-college, which may or may not include: going to grad school, finding a husband, living at home and working random jobs outside of my skillset, rebuilding my friendship base, applying my three degrees wherever I can, and wishing I could mentally be in one place at a time rather than two or three.
Expertise: Longwindedness and empty bravado
Industry: Artisanship - literally, now
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Member Since:
12/23/2002
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| "Nothing in this world is as it should be.... but that's why there's us. Champions. It doesn't matter where we've come from, what we've done, or even if we make a difference. We live as if the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be."
--Whoever the brilliant chump it was who wrote Angel episode 4.1, "Deep Down"
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| IT'S NOT FAIR! Every bloomin teaching job out there requires a Master's degree. I could teach English to the dumbest rock on the planet in my sleep, but it's no good, because I don't have the degree. I'm over-qualified as is, considering the quality of the instructors milling about in the school systems these days!! BUT THEY WON'T LET ME TEACH!
GAH.
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| Sasquatch"The hunt was on
Wednesday for two North American forest-roaming bipeds, last seen in
Northern California, present whereabouts unknown."
That tagline promises the article will only get better, and it does. Oh, FOXNews. I was marginally interested in observing the hoopla over this, but you have wooed my attention brilliantly.
And just look at the progression of the related articles links! So, so dramatically, conscientiously suspenseful... and then....
Best part-->"...the rubber Halloween suit had been stuffed full of, well, organic material..."
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| Scene"This is not going to be the end of you. Remember, last year, when you had to stand up in four different weddings in as many weeks? This isn't as bad as that, and you'll get over it soon enough!"
She kept looking at a point that was somewhere between his figure and the computer screen. He guessed she would keep watching both out of the corner of her eye until one of them stopped irritating her. He swallowed a sigh and kept trying.
"I had a hard time getting used to Brandon being gone after he moved in with Jess. Him being married wasn't the weird part, just him not being around like he used to. Even when he was around, technically... which really only reminded me of how much he wasn't around, otherwise..."
The computer flickered a little and her chin nodded towards it, but it was a false alarm. Her mouth and nose flattened a little more in displeasure.
"Maybe you should try restarting the program?"
No reaction.
"Those pictures are pretty huge files; it may be a bit much for the old thing."
A noise somewhere between a snort and a sniff, delayed somewhat.
"So, you think that John will want you to come to the wedding?" He felt a little encouraged.
"No idea. It'll probably depend on how big she wants it to be. Satellite friends don't get invitations to small weddings."
"Huh, satellite?"
"Mmm." Then came a real sigh. She stood. Drooping. Finally looked up straight at him.
"Remind me that I love you." It was a very plaintive look she gave him. Her nose pressed cold into his chest, her weight following, as he tardily wrapped her shoulders up in his arms. Like a package. "I, uh..."
"Right. That's all." She closed her eyes.
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| Spoken like a true I"Be less curious about people and more curious about ideas." --Marie Curie
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