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1. I have far too many things I want to or am currently writing. And I love them all. but that means slow going. Fortunately one of them is delayed by waiting on a friend to send me something, so at least i don't have to prioritize that. and two of the others are ... complicated. but one of these things is an original idea, and it has a a deadline. I need to get on that as priority 1, possibly priorities 1 through 8.
2. I am reading Lord of the Flies with one of my groups of students. We are discussing sanity/insanity and who decides how those terms are defined. That would not be the point. The point would be that Ralph and Jack look at each other with a love and hate that they aren't quite sure how to handle. And in my head I'm laughing my fool head off because hello, how can you not slash Ralph and Jack. *puts head in hands* I'm going to hell. It doesn't help that my students are all, "Wait a minute, Miss. They're on an island with no bitches? How they gonna live?" So after we discuss appropriate language and finding a different word choice that isn't 'bitches', we come back to their real question of being 16 year old boys without females on the island. The obvious answer is slash! And my students, bless their little pervy hearts, kick at each others ankles and whisper to each other (thinking I won't hear them) it's like in lock up, you gotta be careful of when you drop the soap.
3. I'm getting all clingy for contact and find myself leaking separate bits of me into the wrong segments of my fractured life. That will only make sense to a handful of you, but that's okay. In the end it means that my family is leaking into my school, my school is leaking into my writing, my writing is leaking into my non-fic writing life, and then it all goes a bit cross-eyed and i get needy and need people to pet me and tell me it will all be okay even if they only know a part of me.
4. Okay, that's enough. I needed to document this moment, primarily, i think for the Lord of the Flies slash moment, because for real? i went there. and what's more? i'm positive i'm not the only one. it's not like i slashed thing1 and thing2 or something.
2. I am reading Lord of the Flies with one of my groups of students. We are discussing sanity/insanity and who decides how those terms are defined. That would not be the point. The point would be that Ralph and Jack look at each other with a love and hate that they aren't quite sure how to handle. And in my head I'm laughing my fool head off because hello, how can you not slash Ralph and Jack. *puts head in hands* I'm going to hell. It doesn't help that my students are all, "Wait a minute, Miss. They're on an island with no bitches? How they gonna live?" So after we discuss appropriate language and finding a different word choice that isn't 'bitches', we come back to their real question of being 16 year old boys without females on the island. The obvious answer is slash! And my students, bless their little pervy hearts, kick at each others ankles and whisper to each other (thinking I won't hear them) it's like in lock up, you gotta be careful of when you drop the soap.
3. I'm getting all clingy for contact and find myself leaking separate bits of me into the wrong segments of my fractured life. That will only make sense to a handful of you, but that's okay. In the end it means that my family is leaking into my school, my school is leaking into my writing, my writing is leaking into my non-fic writing life, and then it all goes a bit cross-eyed and i get needy and need people to pet me and tell me it will all be okay even if they only know a part of me.
4. Okay, that's enough. I needed to document this moment, primarily, i think for the Lord of the Flies slash moment, because for real? i went there. and what's more? i'm positive i'm not the only one. it's not like i slashed thing1 and thing2 or something.
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Well, I love the way we communicate
Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape
Let's hear what you think of me now
But baby don't look up
The sky is falling
I have a bunch from that song including this one. *points*
Excuse me, but can I be you for a while?
My dog won't bite if you sit real still
I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again
Yeah, I can hear that
God, I could listen to her all day.
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