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12 June 2008 @ 09:45 pm
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1. I wish the default font for wordpad was Times New Roman 12. Just throwing that out there.

2. My driving test is on the 27 June. I've been getting two lessons a week, which of yet have failed to teach me to indicate correctly at roundabouts. (If Inspector Bob never remonstrates about me getting my speed freak on, it's only because you move about an inch an hour in that town.) I'd rather get forty minutes of turning right in box junctions than one roundabout at this stage. Why are there so many names for the exits? - right, left, straight on; first, second, third; and don't get me started on actual directions like Dublin, Cork, hotel. I asked my mother tonight if she thought I'd pass. She said, "No." Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, mom. You'd never think this is all that stands between her and a life of perpetual chaffeurdom.

3. My results come out tomorrow. Friday the thirteenth: I do so love how the med school's hive mind works. If I have to retake clinical, I will boil and eat my entire CD collection. Again, just throwing that out there.

4. USMLEs on the 14 of August. I'm harbouring concrete thoughts now about doing Step 2 next summer and taking my elective in America, then maybe doing my internship there too. For the ice-cream and Netflix, you understand. Apparently this is supposed to insanely difficult, to which I say: hi, Irish junior doctors, thirty-five hour shifts; hundred-hour weeks; exactly how much WORSE could the US BE? Everyone says I'm mad, which is rather impolite - I don't say their career ambitions are mad (even though they are - yeuck, who'd be a GP?). Wanting to live in LA is not the most heinous desire in the world. Although you'd think otherwise, around here.

5. Bandom big bang is ... I'll just baldly say it, I don't like cops'n'robbers OR vampire AUs. The vampires I can understand - thank you, Pete Wentz's brain - but cops'n'robbers? (By which I mean detectives and CSI-style et al.) Where did that come out of? Vampires never did anything for me. I was scared of them as a kid, which I think is a more natural reaction than wanting to marry one. I'm worried that too many people are positively influenced by that steaming pile of excrement disguised as a book, The Twilight of the Sparkly Gods or whatever it's called. Anyway ... I'm very bad about taking chances on fics when the concept doesn't appeal to me. What with the surprising amounts of het, and my burgeoning preference for PATD (because they are not actually married IRL and the potentiality is still there. Although why that matters I'm not sure. Then again, how many people wanted Sirius/Remus to be canon?), I'm cutting off my nose to spite my face.

6. My H/D big bang has to have received the worst response of any story I've posted since the very beginning of my ficcing 'career' (cue sardonic airquotes). I think even the lonestar SGA one got more than that. I'm amused but not exactly confused - it's pretty crap, but I got art, so I'm still winning.

7.

Brendon loved the beach.

He didn't love being forced to move house - move states - and change schools and leave his friends. A summer at the beach did not quite fill the deficit, but his parents couldn't – or wouldn't – grasp the basic math of the equation.

There was also the fact that Brendon was no longer nine and his interest in building the world’s biggest sandcastle had dimmed somewhat. His sisters cried off on the trip, which meant Brendon didn't even have anyone to fight with. More importantly, he didn't have anyone to deflect the hideous embarrassment that was being nearly eighteen and on holiday with his parents.

Mr and Mrs Urie were delighted with their beach-house. It was advertised as sitting 'right on the beach,' and separated from said beach only by a ten minute hike through a strip of wilderness. This was better than the last beach house. It had also been 'right on the beach,' and half an hour's drive away.

Mr Urie took a leave of absence before his new job - god, how Brendon had come to loathe those two words, singly or together - so they were always there. All day. Every day. With their routines and squeezed orange juice and matching striped deckchairs that they carried down to the beach at two o'clock every day, exactly, and folded up again three hours later.

Brendon took to mooching around the pier in self-defence.

He didn't have any interest in boats.

The beach was one long curvaceous blonde beauty, and the sea was emerald sprinkled with diamonds, but there were hardly any people. The weatherbeaten look of the shingles and the tired faces of the townspeople suggested that it had been a long time since the area was a tourist hotspot. The pier didn't sport any yachts or pleasure cruisers, just a gaggle of fishing skiffs and what looked like a tugboat. Brendon was pretty sure someone was actually living in it.

Brendon gathered that the local kids went up into the woods to drink on weekends, but he couldn't muster the courage to talk to any of them. During the week, they all worked - pumping gas, tending to crayfish nets, serving in shops. So when, two weeks in, Brendon spotted another boy his age trailing morosely after gossiping parents, he was undeniably psyched.

Brendon watched the boy covertly from his end of the beach. The space between was filled with not-very-well-off old people and couples with too many children, who drifted in and out of the beach houses with the tides. The boy was reading, eyes squinted up against the half-assed sunshine. He was - kind of really cute - looked - hot - Brendon wanted to talk to him. Brendon needed a new brain. He'd thought he'd cured his little problem with the strategic juxtaposition of cold baths and girl-on-girl porn, but apparently not so much.

The one thing Brendon definitely didn't do was go looking for the boy. He saw him ambling towards the pier, book folded into his jeans pocket (jeans on the beach, what the fuck), and it was Brendon's time for daily tugboat watching, because apparently routine-holding was a genetic trait. It wasn't following the boy, precisely.

"Are you following me?" was the first thing the boy said, as Brendon's feet creaked the ancient boards of the pier.

"Um," said Brendon, "no?"

"You sound unsure," said the boy. He had his jeans rolled up and was flipping his skinny white feet in the water. They were attached to skinny white legs.

"I'm Brendon," said Brendon. He thought about sitting down beside the boy, got halfway there and changed his mind, and slouched against a post instead.

"Are you?" said the boy.

"Yes," said Brendon. This was not something he was unsure about, god.

"I'm Ryan," said the boy. Brendon wanted to kiss his chin.

"What, no I don't," said Brendon, remembering too late that scolding his brain was a task better done in private. Ryan regarded him thoughtfully.

"Are you sort of mentally insane?" he asked. "It's okay if you are, I won't judge, but I prefer to know these things -"

"I'm not." Brendon flushed. "I just - sometimes my brain thinks things and it won't shut up, so I have to ... tell it to louder."

"That makes sense." Ryan shifted incrementally on the pier. Brendon knew an opening when he saw it: he flopped down beside Ryan in the most ungraceful move ever invented, and grinned.

"I'm actually amazing," he said.

"I believe you," said Ryan, sounding a little out of breath. He kicked spray in Brendon's face, and laughed.

+++

Ryan had some great ideas about making Dullsville, USA a little more interesting. Even Brendon's parents didn't see the harm in letting him stay out late, because there was no way anything so exciting as mugging or murder ever happened there. So they were out on the beach under the stars. Despite the blanket spread out beneath them, little grains of sand were getting up close and personal with Brendon. It didn't help that the blanket was all rucked up from when Ryan rolled over and put his arm around Brendon.

Because, oh yeah, Ryan had his arm around Brendon.

Brendon lay nice and quiet and pretended this happened to him all the time: that boys with kissable squared-off jaws and molten laughs regularly cuddled with him in romantic locations. The fact was that Ryan was pretty touchy-feely as a rule. Five minutes after they'd met Ryan leaned his head on Brendon's shoulder, complaining about the glare off the waves.

That was just it: the action was always qualified. When Ryan licked the dripping tip of Brendon's ice-cream cone, catching Brendon's fingers along the way, it was because he'd always had a thing about the ice-cream falling out of the hole. When he slung an arm around Brendon or buried his laughing face in his stomach there was always a reason, and it wasn't because Ryan wanted in Brendon's pants. Brendon was pretty sure. Not from experience, but observation counted for something.

"It's cold," whispered Ryan, and there it was: the qualifier. Brendon sighed, feeling Ryan's arms on his chest lift with the movement. Brendon wasn't at all cold. Cold would be good, right now. He'd give a lot for an ice-pack. Instead, he subtly shifted his knee up.

"Give me your hand," said Ryan. Brendon obeyed. Ryan smoothed Brendon's fingers over his side, and Brendon maybe stopped breathing, because he could feel Ryan's warm skin seeping through his t-shirt.

"No wonder you're cold," he said. "That thing looks like it would melt in the rain."

"Hey, it's fashionable," said Ryan. "So it probably would."

"Not that it is," said Brendon. His fingers were shaking slightly. "Raining, that is."

"Really? I hadn't noticed." Ryan did this thing where he sounded drastically amused without changing the inflection of his voice at all. Brendon was pretty proud of himself for being able to notice. He hitched his knee up a bit higher.

"It's good, I mean. I wouldn't want you to melt in the rain."

"You're sweet," said Ryan, and that there was deadly sarcasm. The hand he trailed down Brendon's neck took the sting out of it, though. "Can I kiss you now?"

"What?" said Brendon. His hand twitched, actually twitched, and he snatched it back to his own side of the blanket. Or, well, he intended to, but Ryan caught it. Caught it and held it and Brendon stared at the sky, catching his lower lip between his teeth and trying not to think. At all.

"God," said Ryan, and it sounded like a moan. "Please, Bren -"

(- he'd stared calling Brendon Bren ... actually, Brendon couldn't remember when. He just knew the name on Ryan's lips made him feel like he was being wrapped in silk ribbons.)

"- just once, okay? It's nothing, just a little kiss." Ryan sounded pretty serious over nothing, and there Brendon went again, thinking.

Ryan was leaning up over him, half-crushing Brendon's side and with Brendon's hand still trapped under his, somewhere across Brendon's belly. "Please," said Ryan again, one long-drawn out breathy sigh.

"Uh, uh, okay," stuttered Brendon. Ryan barely waited for him to finish before his mouth slid across Brendon's, just brushing first, then brushing harder, then the tip of his tongue swiping Brendon's lower lip.

Brendon squeezed Ryan's fingers hard. Ryan made a discontented little noise that, ohgod, made Brendon want to kiss him forever - his brain - but: "You said one kiss, Ryan."

"Oh," said Ryan. He settled down on his half of the blanket, arm still flung across Brendon. There was a silence, during which Brendon desperately squeezed his knees together. Ryan's voice, when he spoke, was soft and full. "You're an incredible kisser."

"Huh," said Brendon. Ryan turned over and nuzzled into Brendon's neck. Brendon's breath stopped in his throat. When it started again it wasn't right, all stuttery and sticky. Ryan's hair on his cheek, and lips on his neck, not kissing - but doing something. Mouthing him, was that the word?

"Ryan?"

"Hmm?" Wow, that felt amazing against his skin. Brendon was practically humming.

"Are you, like. Do you ... are you into ... me?"

"No," said Ryan. Brendon froze; Ryan laughed. "Not yet."



7. I can't spell ya - the word that means fancy boat. Huh.
 
 
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Aliciaaliciajd on June 12th, 2008 09:10 pm (UTC)
"My H/D big bang has to have received the worst response of any story "

It's likely that many are in my situation. I've been swamped with Snarry Games, HDS Beltane and HD Inspired fics. For weeks now I've been reading non-stop to the detriment even of basic real life activities of daily living. When I saw your name on your Big Bang offering, I promptly copied and saved it to my hard drive so that I can take a deep breath or five and read your story when I can give it the full attention it deserves. I'm sure you'll get lots of response once the HP fandom recovers from its recent embarrassment of riches.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: PATD: Brendon/Ryan almost kissscoradh on June 12th, 2008 09:18 pm (UTC)
I totally forgot to mention in that remark the part about understanding why it is so. (Aside from the intrinsic failboat of the fic itself.) Most of my flist is multifandom, which means SPN and bandom bbs as well as the sublime offerings of SGA and all those fests you mentioned. It's not a complaint. It just counts as a news item in my exceeding dull life. :D

Edited at 2008-06-12 09:28 pm (UTC)
allyndraallyndra on June 12th, 2008 09:25 pm (UTC)
2. I didn't take the driving test until I was 22, and I failed it the first time. It was mortifying, especially as there were 16 year olds there passing the test with flying colors.

3. Good luck. (I don't think boiling would make the CDs taste better.)

4. It's not insane to want to live in the US. I don't know that I'd go for LA, personally, since the cost of living is high there, but we're a nice country, in general. (Netflix and ice cream are totally valid reasons to emigrate.)

7. I loved this! I have such a weakness for teen!fics, and Brendon's POV was great. This line: He'd thought he'd cured his little problem with the strategic juxtaposition of cold baths and girl-on-girl porn, but apparently not so much. was my favorite.

The other 7. yacht
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Art: For the Roadscoradh on June 12th, 2008 09:34 pm (UTC)
2. ... I'm twenty two. >.> I hope this isn't a premonition/history repeating itself! I would like to be able to drive myself to college before I actually graduate.

3. THANK YOU.

4. I know doctors earn less in the US (than nurses, even) but hopefully I'd be able to afford a floor somewhere. And there's no central heating to pay for, I assume. Although - maybe a/con costs as much, idek.
4a. Netflix and ice cream are totally valid reasons to emigrate
I know right!

7. Teenfic is why I love bandom so much! Because some of them are, and then there's the I'm Not Okay verse ... bounty as boundless as the sea, in short.

7. lol I can't count.

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every Starbucks should have a polar bear: PATD: Brendon/Ryan almost kissscoradh on June 12th, 2008 09:40 pm (UTC)
It was supposed to go somewhere. It didn't.

In my icon you see Brendon and Ryan (dammit, can't remember which one's on the left and which one isn't). You could do worse things than googlefu them for a while, as they are both ADORABLE. Alternatively, I can supply you with primer links, if you're reallyreally bored.

Yes - my three dorlink betas made it a whole lot of fun. I don't mind, I just think it's kind of pathetically hilarous. :D

edit: Ryan's on the left. That's actually quite a horrendous picture; but on the other hand, it demonstrates why they are slashed so forthrightly.

Edited at 2008-06-12 09:47 pm (UTC)
Kat: bandom - ryan/brendonkyasuriin on June 12th, 2008 10:17 pm (UTC)

hee *happy sigh* that was gorgey.

I haven't read your HD Big Bang yet, but I've been reading Bandom Big Bang.

So far, I haven't been terribly enticed to click on very many of them, either because of pairings (or lack thereof) or, as you say, scenarios. If you find anything super good, let me know. I read the Spencer/Brendon Hollywood AU and it was pretty good. *shrug* I'm sure people will come around once they've finished with the other fests, as someone above me said.

*snuggles*
Lu (Not Your Average Retelling)elucreh on June 13th, 2008 03:18 am (UTC)
The Spencer/Brendon WHAT NOW?

HOW DID I MISS THAT?
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jehnt: james mcavoy - love in an elevatorjehnt on June 12th, 2008 10:26 pm (UTC)
If you want to do your internship in America for the ice cream, be sure to be in a state that gets Blue Bell, because it's the best. There are, of course, people who hold different opinions, but they are WRONG. (You should come to my city! And we could hang out during your teeny amounts of free time!)

I'm worried that too many people are positively influenced by that steaming pile of excrement disguised as a book, The Twilight of the Sparkly Gods or whatever it's called.

Ugh, I made it about a chapter and a half into Twilight before I gave up. I've tried to read further, but every time I start I think, "gee, there could be so many better things you could be reading. Like stock quotes. Or the backs of cereal boxes. Or Dan Brown." And apparently the vampires in it never viciously rip anyone's throats out? This is heresy.

And I haven't read your Big Bang fic yet. It's on my list, but there's all this stuff going on. Like, somehow I'm participating in artword with oxoniensis? And I'm in like five lims contests? And I keep having to go to parties? I don't know. SO much stuff to do!

And ooh. You know I'm not in bandom but I LOVE your bandslash. And this is no exception. Awwww Brendon!

Edited at 2008-06-12 10:27 pm (UTC)
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: PATD: Brendon's squishyscoradh on June 13th, 2008 09:00 pm (UTC)
You live in Texas, right? Is that anywhere near DES MOINES? I must visit DES MOINES before I die! (Yes. The capslock is vital.) California is kind of my goal, but I'm pretty sure if they gave me a green card, which is pink actually - so much the better! - I'd be pretty content to tool around America for the rest of my life. It's so vast and diverse and yet essentially the same. Also, you speak my language, or close enough. Unlike eg Europe.

What I couldn't get over was the presentation of Edward as hot, when she describes him as having ORANGE EYES. And wearing polonecks! POLONECKS!

Oh, I don't mind. I can do so much better, and I'd be actually upset if I liked the fic myself. But I don't, so I'm not.

He is so dotey, it's untrue. *star-eyes*
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mrsquizzical: aussiedownundermrsquizzical on June 12th, 2008 11:01 pm (UTC)
1. oh i have such a hate response to times new roman i can't even tell you! i don't know why. it makes me sad!

2. i failed my test twice. once because i caught sight of a friend standing laughing at me while i tried to do a parallel park... i ended up getting my license a couple of years "late".

3. it's already friday 13th here. i wonder if i can find them early for you. :~P

4. they sound like really reasonable reasons to do that. heeee.

5. i've really enjoyed a bunch of those fics. some that i wasn't expecting to. but i've not read the detective-y ones.

6. awwww. i'm sorry to hear that! but yay art!

7. gorgeous! *cringes over the sand*

7 (ii). neither can i!
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: CS + TAI: Gabehipsscoradh on June 13th, 2008 09:03 pm (UTC)
I think it's terribly elegant - I reserve my hate for Ariel!

Thank god, there's no parallel parking in my test.

I got them and they're fine, so no need! :D

It's a VERY HARD WORD, okay.
murklinsmurklins on June 13th, 2008 12:04 am (UTC)
Why did all the big bangs come out at the same time? WHYYYYYY? I can't even deal with all the fic from *one*.

The last time I tried to spell that y word I got this: yaught. I'm not even kidding.

AW, BRENDON. I love it when he's young and nervous and still kind of figuring out his sexuality.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: PATD: bitey lip Brendonscoradh on June 13th, 2008 09:06 pm (UTC)
I dunno, it strikes me as kinda crazy! Then again, I'm not slavishly devoted to reading every fest entry of every fest, I buffet it. :D

THAT'S WHAT I GOT! It took three tries on spellcheck before it'd recognise my misspelling in order to correct it. By the way, 'yot' doesn't work.

He's such a dote. eeeee
Lib: patdlibgirl on June 13th, 2008 03:05 am (UTC)
yacht. ;)


The ficlet was *hot*. I love Brendon/Ryan with a passion ;).

I've been catching some of the bandom big bang but most of the pairings are all 0_o to me and I've been giving a fair few a miss.

There's been a couple good things but the only connection between the characters and the bandom boys were the names. They were good stories, I liked them, but they were original fiction in flimsy bandom clothing. I wish they'd just write the original fic if that's what they're doing--I'll still read it if it's good. ~shrugs~

I haven't got around to reading any of the Big Bang fics yet and I know I'm not the only one so it might not be that people didn't like it, it might be that they haven't had a chance to read it yet. ;)

Good luck! After boiling and eating your cd collection, you'd have to replace it and that would be terrible!!!!!
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: PATD: 9 in the afternoonscoradh on June 13th, 2008 09:12 pm (UTC)
It looks like it should be coughed up instead of spoken - like a hairball. >.>

ME TOO, OMG OTP.

*thoughtful* I suppose there are bandom tropes - certain people's bitchiness, Pete's jackinthebox brand of insane - that people almost need in order to believe a fic. I don't even watch interviews so I don't know what these people are like irl, so maybe it's easier for me. And yet, I won't read if it's not fluff with a side dish of minor angst.

They were fine - the CDs are safe!
Lu (Not Your Average Retelling)elucreh on June 13th, 2008 03:18 am (UTC)
Your beach snuggling is made of win and awesome. Also Brendon's cure for gayness. *snort*
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Hush Sound: Greta + pianoscoradh on June 13th, 2008 09:14 pm (UTC)
*sigh* I wanted to actually write a middle and end, too, but they just thought cuddling was Happily Ever After.

psst emma au?
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every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Converse kissscoradh on June 13th, 2008 09:16 pm (UTC)
You're the second person who's said 'until I was 22.' *slanty glare* Then again, a lot of people don't bother taking their test for decades on end here. There's no parallel parking on my test, but the reversing around a corner is killing me.
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every Starbucks should have a polar bear: PATD: Ryroscoradh on June 13th, 2008 09:18 pm (UTC)
Ha, thank you! That's not serendipity, is it? But some other word like that, which I should ... probably know.

Anyway! Ryden for the win! And no typos that I can see...
Matchy西matchynishi on June 13th, 2008 05:11 pm (UTC)
ryan/brendon is the only bandom pairing I read. *_* lskdjf. i like it a lot. *_* I swear I was going to say something but it has gone clean out of my brain. al;sdkf the last line alskdjf.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: P!ATD: squaresscoradh on June 13th, 2008 09:22 pm (UTC)
IT IS MY OHTEEPEE, I SWEAR. You were probably going to make some point about their mutual and deeply meaningful love of eyeliner, I'm sure. :D
_aurora_sky_: Specail Crack_aurora_sky_ on June 14th, 2008 09:17 am (UTC)
All right, all right, I came here schmoozing for more AS/S, and I stayed for the scenery ;)

Hey! I live in Orange County and I'm about 10 minutes away from the LA County line! There's a few things you have to know about living in LA:

1. Do you like sunshine and an overall complete lack of exciting weather what-so-ever? Our weather can be utterly redundant. It's like, "oh, MORE SUN? CAN WE HAVE A LITTLE RAIN PLEASE??" So you've gotta like, oh, 300+ days of sunshine ;)

2. A lot of people. A lot. Traffic, but you probably won't be driving, so that's good. On the other hand, it's RIDICULOUSLY easy to get a license out here! It's like, "can you turn on the car? can you turn right and left? can you come to a complete stop? can you park near the curb? ok, you're good, have fun."

3. You've gotta like Mexican. Never had Mexican? Then you're in for the best burritos of your life!

4. UCLA medical center is awesome. They removed mah daddy's skin cancer. We also boast the only (i believe) children's medical center that preforms transgender operations on teens in the nation. So that's pretty much made of win.

5. Go to west Hollywood. The abundance of gay men walking around the streets might make you wet yourself >D

6. Cost of living... yeah, it's high, but you get what you paid for. You can go surfing at the beach, snowboarding in the mountains, or off-roading in the desert and it's all within about 1-2 hours from where you live. Plus! 45 minute flight and you're in Vegas! Where else can you do that? You could also live outside of LA and near a MetroLink line, a train which you can take for a commute into LA. Out here in Orange County, you can expect to pay $850-$1200 a month for a nice, non roach-infested 1 bedroom apartment. Honestly, though, you'll want to get a roommate or do on campus boarding if it's possible, it'll help SOMUCH with costs.

7. DISNEYLAND!!!! :D!!!!!!

8. Blue Bell ice cream? *waves hand dismissively* You need to have Coldstone's ice cream. Or Dippin Dots (it's ice cream! in small round balls! How do they do it!?)

I don't think it's mad at all to want to get out and experience something new. I did my last 2 years of college near New York City and yeah, they thought I was mad, but it was the best decision I've ever made :) Getting out and see how other people think, live, talk, feel... it's amazing and eye-opening.

If you have any questions about living in LA, feel free to hit me up ^_^ I'm 25 and have been living on my own (ie with my girlfriend, not at my parents) for... what? Almost 2 years now? So I've learned a bit.

Actually. I'm going to be a Slytherin. I shall exchange living in Cali knowledge for TSB updates.

....

MWAHAHAHAHA!

In addition, I hope your results were good!!!! And yeah, nasty sense of humor for releasing it on the 13th X_x

And I should read your HD big bang. Your fic is absolutely awesome, and I shall punish the bad reviewers and accuse them of terrible taste and, with a dash of irony, grab my wand and curse their tongues off! *maniacal laughter*

All right, all right, this comment was long enough >.>
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: CS + TAI: swirly colours Gabescoradh on June 14th, 2008 09:29 pm (UTC)
SO YOUR POST JUST ENCAPSULATED WHY I WANT TO LIVE IN CALIFORNIA.

1. If we're talking about redundant weather, I'd take 365 days of sunshine over 365 of windy rain ANY DAY. ANY DAY. :D

2. Meh, it can't be worse than the Mad Cow roundabout in Dublin.

3. YES I LOVE MEXICAN!

4. UCLA is totally my first choice atm.

5. ... [no words. omg omg]

6. Again, that's not a whole lot more than what I'd expect to pay anyway. Especially if I ended up in Dublin/got a mortgage. I don't mind commuting, although the train service is so poor here I didn't even remember that was an option. >.>

7. OMFG YES.

My results were three first class and two second class honours, so I'm home free. I promise to write more TSB as very soon as I am able! - USMLE study eats me!

No one slammed it, oh dear me no. It's just that the actual response rate was very lacklustre. Whatevs. :D
Tinniscary_sushi on June 14th, 2008 05:20 pm (UTC)
Haha. Friday the 13th... Yus, med school is evil. I'm do so hope your results were as good as you wanted them to be! (am still waiting for mine. 'An email will be sent to you when they are available online.' Why thank you, eng school, for being precise.)

If you can go to the US, do. I'm in Vancouver right now, on a 4-month stint of an internship, and it's the best thing ever. Changes so much from London: it's not just about the job, but also the whole cultural experience. It's awesome.

*agrees with you on bandom* Plus, there's so much potential for it to go wrong, what with 13yo fangirls trying their hands at it. Ouch.
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on June 14th, 2008 09:40 pm (UTC)
They were okay - I passed without needing to repeat, and in the end that's what matters! (I have no idea how people find out when ours are up - I just wait to be told.)

I'm getting more and more determined. My friend wants to go to NYC because she's afraid of sunlight, but I might leave her off and go to California. :D (That sounds so wild.)

Is that what it is? I would have thought they required an upper age limit, though.
some Great Lexicographer descending from the skiesroastchicken on June 24th, 2008 01:49 am (UTC)
I really enjoyed your Big Bang fic, I am just v busy/sometimes lazy, and feel bad about not leaving proper does-the-story-justice feedback, so I tend to wait until I have time...but again, I really enjoyed it, the dialogue and wit and characterizations and completely unlikely friendships!! Not just Harry and Draco but everyone...of course, the ending was heartbreaking, but memorable - well done.