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1. i burnt my hand a few days ago -- i accidentally touched one of the elements in the oven, and ended up with a second degree burn on the back of my middle finger. it's scabbed up pretty nicely, but it's gross looking. ew.

2. break is amazing. i'm actually just catching up on being alive. baking and eating baked goods, cooking real meals, having friends over. and not feeling guilty about any of it.

3. i got an order for 40 each of my two new zines from microcosm. holy fuck! i've heard vague rumours of bad goings on, but no one will expand more, and they've been nothing but awesome to me. i'm trying to figure out how to spend the $120 worth of trade i'll get from this batch.

4. i got my grades for the term back. i was so fucking sure i was going to fail my history 313 final and i was freaking out about it because i was going to fail the class and i was really fucking worried. i got a B in the class! i literally can't really believe it -- like, how the fuck did that even HAPPEN? but it did. omfg i passed. i got an A- in my queer lit class and a B+ in poetry, which i'm very happy with. yay for the new term in january!

5. so, i might hopefully maybe be starting my sleeve in february. i emailed tim konrad about my idea to combine all the stories that have impacted me in the past 20 years, from robert munsch to joseph heller to alan moore. he responded by basically going, "omfg i want to illustrate a children's book, yes to this idea!" it's just a pain because he's in vancouver so i'll have to pay to travel back and forth. but i'll make it work. i've scanned a bunch of material and still have a little more to get together.

6. my friend chloe came over yesterday and gave me some of the black phoenix alchemy lab perfumes she had but didn't like -- i found a handful that smell really nice to/on me. so i smell nice. in exchance, i made her macaroni and cheese for dinner, and we watched transformers and iron man.

overall, my life is so amazing i still can't believe it. christmas is coming, my parents are going to be here, my roommate is awesome. i am such a lucky bastard.

p.s. i think i might like to move to dreamwidth, since everyone else is doing it. anyone have an account creation code? ♥


slaughterhouse: misc: vampires & zombies & racoons (Default)


It is so short and jumbled and jangled, Sam, because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds.
And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like, "Poo-tee-weet?"
- Kurt Vonnegut

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