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walkingshadow) wrote2005-03-30 01:37 am
walkingshadow) wrote2005-03-30 01:37 am
And now put ice in your music.
Everyone who wanted an icon got an icon; and now I have no icons to make. Erm. Any more takers?
Some answers to some questions:
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saturn92103: I suppose a big YES would be cheating, right? Urban American history was the most invested and the most fascinated I've ever been in a history class—or almost any class, ever.
meinnim: It's easy—and natural—for me to see things from other people's points of view. Or just to see themselves from their own points of view. Because of course they think the way they do. Maybe because I feel like I'm hovering above my own life so much of the time, it's frighteningly easy to touch down behind anybody's eyes.
leksa: Well, it was lifted right out of Macbeth (because if you're going to be derivative, you might as well steal from Shakespeare, right? right?) and it's both a memento mori and the way I'm afraid I live my life: half-there, half-asleep, ghostlike and stumbling, not engaged.
Anything you ask I will answer! We're always open.
I promoted myself from two to four risers for the last ten minutes of Step today and hello! my quads! you've been right here all this time! Oh my. I used four risers all the time last fall. Not last fall, the fall before. No wonder I hated three-knee repeaters.
Went storyboarding with the anthro group tonight. M.'s house makes me sleepy. Or maybe it's just Tuesday nights: hard work at the gym, hot shower, dinner, anthropology. Maybe it's sleep deprivation. By the time G. dropped me back home—at nine p.m.—I was almost ready to curl up and call it a night, but S. called and I hadn't talked to her in an age. Bad friend, no biscuit. I'm still sleepy, but I'm still here, clinging to the computer and today's crossword. I like being the last one awake; I like staying up all night, padding quietly back and forth from the kitchen fetching glasses of water, listening to the street cleaner drone by; I don't want to go to sleep sometimes. Like a kid who thinks wonderful things are going on without him, or like I'm afraid of what happens when I close my eyes, or that if I manage to grind my brain to a halt, I'll stop too. When do you grow too young to worry about dying in your sleep?
Some answers to some questions:
saturn92103: I suppose a big YES would be cheating, right? Urban American history was the most invested and the most fascinated I've ever been in a history class—or almost any class, ever.meinnim: It's easy—and natural—for me to see things from other people's points of view. Or just to see themselves from their own points of view. Because of course they think the way they do. Maybe because I feel like I'm hovering above my own life so much of the time, it's frighteningly easy to touch down behind anybody's eyes.leksa: Well, it was lifted right out of Macbeth (because if you're going to be derivative, you might as well steal from Shakespeare, right? right?) and it's both a memento mori and the way I'm afraid I live my life: half-there, half-asleep, ghostlike and stumbling, not engaged.Anything you ask I will answer! We're always open.
I promoted myself from two to four risers for the last ten minutes of Step today and hello! my quads! you've been right here all this time! Oh my. I used four risers all the time last fall. Not last fall, the fall before. No wonder I hated three-knee repeaters.
Went storyboarding with the anthro group tonight. M.'s house makes me sleepy. Or maybe it's just Tuesday nights: hard work at the gym, hot shower, dinner, anthropology. Maybe it's sleep deprivation. By the time G. dropped me back home—at nine p.m.—I was almost ready to curl up and call it a night, but S. called and I hadn't talked to her in an age. Bad friend, no biscuit. I'm still sleepy, but I'm still here, clinging to the computer and today's crossword. I like being the last one awake; I like staying up all night, padding quietly back and forth from the kitchen fetching glasses of water, listening to the street cleaner drone by; I don't want to go to sleep sometimes. Like a kid who thinks wonderful things are going on without him, or like I'm afraid of what happens when I close my eyes, or that if I manage to grind my brain to a halt, I'll stop too. When do you grow too young to worry about dying in your sleep?
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I don't know, but if you ever do figure it out, let me know? Of late, when I fall face first into bed, I've been thinking "maybe this time I won't wake up" [only not in a melodramatic way, I promise. More distant and kinda absently curious, really.]
erm. *mortified expression* if you're bored and/or lacking inspiration, I'd love another icon.
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Out of curiosity: just how sleep-deprived are you? I get that a lot too, that dark and disconnected feeling, but it's definitely worse when you haven't been able to string together two full nights of sleep in a row.
I'd love to make another icon for you! What sort of icon would you like? Or shall I just rifle through your interests again?
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Hrm. *head tilt* I really need a "happy!shiny!joy!SQUEE!" icon, but anything from my intrests is good too. As a professional icon-hor, I'm not picky. ;) *happybounce* Oh! Or a Peter and Fran one. *grin* Because I am such a sad fangirl.