*ahhhhhh*

[elsajeni]

The college interviews are over with. (Of course, I still need to finish a couple of applications by, oh, Monday, but never mind that.) My harp rehearsal for tonight is canceled. And the novel is going smoothly again.

The narrator and her sort-of-ex-boyfriend - let me just say here that their relationship gets more complicated with every chapter and I've long ago given up any hope of understanding it, since I am no longer the one making the rules in this novel - are about to have Make-Up Sex. I think. At the moment they're eating cookies and making awkward conversation about A Tale of Two Cities.

Which reminds me, I never did write that A Tale of Two Cities fanfic that I promised Susan I'd whip up. I'm sure it wouldn't take long. I should do that sometime soon. Maybe I'll write Waiting for Godot fic, too... we read that in English before I became a pathetic slash fangirl, but all the same I was pretty sure Vladimir and Estragon were having sex. Wow, um, please don't read this paragraph.

Oh, and I've discovered a website after my own heart. You know how I collect idiot quotes from people I know? Here's someone who collects them from strangers!
In Passing.

Incidentally, if you are one of the people whose idiot quotes I collect... keep up the good work, because the person with the most quotes in my book at the end of the school year gets a free box of Girl Scout cookies.

Comments

[thornetruefire.livejournal.com]

In Passing = God

[elsajeni.livejournal.com]

Yes. And also, I really need to get my mind off penises.

[sailorstyx.livejournal.com]

Have I *ever* made it in?

[elsajeni.livejournal.com]

I assume you mean, have you ever had a quote in my quote book. In that case, the answer is no. However, since you posted this as a reply to a comment about penises, I feel I must question your sense-making skills.