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Been dead to the world for a while, going through a rough time with some family stuff. But, hey, I'm back now!
And there's SO much I want to do and draw and write my fingers just itch. I see the next weekend dedicated to SGA fandom and it's gonna be awesome.
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Well, this Passover is going to be remembered as "the one when I fainted and had to be rushed to the ER". Seriously, only I can have this fucked up a life.
So yeah, my head hurt for a couple of days since, like, Wednesday, but that's not unusual, and I took my usual meds as well as some additional doses of something with Paracetamol, because my head really hurt and I was feeling sort of sick and none of my usual drugs are designed for anything other that pain and would not reduce the slight fever I figured I had. And besides, it was a non-prescription drug, how much wrong go it do for the already moderately medicated girl?
The Seder comes (and thank god we spent it with my family because the experience could only be more humiliating if it were to happen while staying with the boyfriend's relatives) and I tell my dad I feel rather bad, he frowns and tells me to check my temperature, I don't. We actually READ the Agada in this family and then discuss it so by the time we get to the third wine glass I'm practically shaking.
"Are you cold?" S (the boyfriend) asks and it takes me a while to realize, that, yeah, I'm kinda freezing, but also, sweating. We excuse ourselves to go to the kitchen and he asks what's wrong and I just start crying because my head feels like it's going to explode and I'm hot and cold and just wrong all over. My dad comes in then, asking what was my temperature when I checked it three hours ago and S says he's pretty sure I never checked it. Ten minutes of me shaking on the kitchen floor, all kinds of family members pushing water glasses at me, and we know that it's 41.1 C. That was the moment I really hated Israel, because being away and not leaving here continuously as well as feeling like dying made me forget what Celsius degrees mean much less how one converts them (now I know it was 106F and am vaguely thankful I was spared the freak out).
We decide that it is best if we go to the ER and when walking to the door I distinctly remember thinking about.
Well, apparently too much pain gave me a fever and the two combined made my body go into shut down mode, not only not reacting properly to my usual drugs but actually making the Paracetamol focus on simply weakening my immune system. A day and a half in the hospital and the fever broke and now I'm home, sitting in a bed because I'm not allowed to move (and I can't anyway) and just feeling like shit.
Life sucks.
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Saturday, April 5th, 2008
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So, three hours and five cups of coffee later the paper that needed writing is done. It's nearly four four a.m. and I can't sleep and keep listening to All By Myself.
I'm sure it could be worse.
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Can't sleep. NEED TO STUDY! NO SLEEP! SLEEP BAD!!!!
I might break my coffee only every four hours rule.
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Thursday, April 3rd, 2008
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Oh, Israel.
Reading a newspaper is horrible, but there's no place like home.
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I was thinking today that Wash is a bit like McKay and Sheppard's lovechild. Ammm... Yeah.
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Saturday, March 29th, 2008
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So, now that I've seen all I can of SGA (I do have big chunks of season 2 missing as well as a few episodes in sesoan 3). It is now nicknamed Show. Because I go Oh, Show! every other episode. Doesn't mean that I don't go Oh, Rodney! or Oh, Radek! (and a few Oh, John! even). But it's mostly the show. It was a long time since I loved a new team. Like since Firefly, and that was *counts on fingers and falters* like years ago.
Oh, Show, I love you and you are great and should never ever change.
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Thursday, March 27th, 2008
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I'm just making sure I have a list of challenges I need to finish close by.
April 19th - ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) lgbtfest prompt #844 [The West Wing] Any character. A reaction to Bartlet's veto (and eventual signing) of The Marriage Recognition Act.
May 9th - lgbtfest prompt #456 [The History Boys] Scripps. Was there ever a moment when his faith came into conflict with the fact that his best friends - and two of his teachers - are gay or bisexual? And what about his own sexuality?
May 1st to June - crossover_hp fest, doing [Being Human] a vampire, a werewolf and a ghost all in one small flat - obviously the next they need is a wizard *g* Slash preferred, don't mind who. |
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So, I'm watching Ice Princess and I swear, this is the gayest movie ever. This has more lesbian sur-text than the L-word, IT DOES.
For current comparison, even SHEPPARD isn't as gay as these girls. It's been 40 minutes since the beginning and only now I realized there is not gonna be girl smooching [on screen].
ANYWAY, I want to do a SGA vid with Avenue Q's "If You Were Gay". Now all I need is footage. Dammit, who knew I'd fall in love with it when S1 was bought and all the rest was watched at a friend's house.
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Thursday, March 20th, 2008
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Just watched "McKay and Mrs. Miller" and all I can say is SCORE.
It was a great fun before, but now it's just WIN.
Also, I wanna read some Sheppard/AU!Rodney slash.
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Saturday, March 15th, 2008
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Oh, Top Chef, you are AWESOME and I missed you.
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I saw the Being Human pilot and it rocked. Also, I remembered why Russell Tovey rocks my socks (which he didn't in "Voyage of the Damned"), because he's as awesome as he ever was. (AND I can use my History Boys icon)
I've been doing lots of writing the last two days and got a little challenge crazy, but I have time to write them, so it's okay. I won't be taking any other projects on though because there's a new frozen_breathschallenge (probably) coming soon which I want to make room for and there's monster West Wing fic that was born in my mind yesterday. It's basically about future (unrequited) Sam/Will and more of that.
Also, guess what I did last night? I attended a writing chat thingy with STRANGERS held by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) pocky_slashand it was AWESOME and productive, considering I have only done this kind of thing once before and that was like a trillion years ago. I need to do find myself that kind of fun more often.
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Sunday, February 24th, 2008
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Just saying this ain't gonna be a friends only territory no more. I officially got over my stupid fears. But I'm still too lazy to unlock everything I ever wrote. Maybe some day.
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Title: How We Began
Pairing: Sam/Will
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1075
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the craziness, which I take full responsibility for.
Summery: After the the bar scene in the end of "Game On", Sam decides to come back.
Notes: This is my first West Wing fic, because only after the second time around watching I saw the slash. It's unn-beta'd because I'm lazy and don't know the fandom (I don't even have a West Wing icon)
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Sunday, February 17th, 2008
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Title: False Rating: PG Word Count: 443 Notes: Set way, way in the future, in Juno's PoV. Also, it's short, pointless and has no apparent purpose except I like it – just like the movie.
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Friday, August 31st, 2007
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So now on this journal is going to be friends only. I got really spooked about a RL person reading here and I rather not let it happen. This also means I'm probably gonna post all "questionable" content fic under here and not in communities as I used to. I am sorry and I know that this "friend me and I'll friend you" system is annoying, but I rather be a total paranoid than compromise what's at stake here.
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