May 31st, 2002


the last day of may

At work, I'm on to verifying the data set. Hopefully I'll get my first paycheck next Wednesday. After work today, I went to the doctors for a check up. I got a TB shot and a whole lot of blood drawn for some tests, but I managed to aviod the dreaded pap smear.

My nephew's birthday is tomorrow. He's nine.

I spent a lot of this morning fleshing out the background details for a rather minor character in a fanfic story I'm (thinking about) writing. It's Harry Potter Draco/Ron slash and the character is an OFC. DADA professor. A bit Mary Sue-ish. Has a thing for Snape. Likes sparkly things. Okay, more than a bit Mary Sue-ish... but I promise never to write the story, so that's okay.

I usually don't much care for OFCs (or OMCs) in my fanfic reading, but if done well, I'll read it. Actually, there are a couple of really good OFCs in some of my favorite Highlander stories. And Kowalski's daughter is a a wonderful OFC convention. Too bad authors who write her seem bent on killing her off to add to the Ray-angst. I also like original characters set in the fanfic universe, but not interacting with the characters of canon. Hmm, you know what? I think my DADA professor is the first original character I've thought about inserting (in a major way, not just as cannon fodder) into a story.

Eh, whatever, just rambling... I'll stop now. Or not.

Cool. SNAPE ROCKS! But... Hermaphrodite!Harry? What, someone has actually written this? I don't know whether to be intrigued or completely squicked. But I'm leaning towards squicked.

Hmm, I seem to be doing a lot of quizzes lately. Ah, lj clutter...

You are the Snapeslashers. You keep yourselves to yourselves and other than the fact that you have somehow decided that pairing Harry and Snape makes the blindest bit of sense, you're actually not that bad. Out of respect for your hopeless mission, we will leave you alone.

Find out which inner circle you are.


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I'm having extremely odd thoughts about taking my scissors (or alternately, a hole-punch) and cutting my eyelashes. Where did this bizarre thought come from? I keep thinking it. Rather odd.

I have a few reoccuring odd thoughts, actually. When I turn in my chair a certain way and get up, I automatically think the phrase "someone was screaming." I can't NOT think it unless I'm specifically thinking about not thinking it, but that doesn't quite work either (did that make sense?). It's like I've programmed myself to think that as I get up out of this chair and head for the door at night.

And now I keep thinking about cutting my eyelashes. How would it feel? How would it look? Would they grow back? Truly fucking weird.