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I redeemed 20 days of credit that I had coming so now my account doesn't expire until 12/12. Yay.

Tired, talking to Nathalie (whose webcam is frozen; it's interesting to watch the cam of someone you're talking to, because you can see the faces they're making), have newly painted nails with my much-beloved yet thickening quick-ickily Shu Uemura #C347 polish, which is a color that looks like coffee with a ton of cream in it, and which I can't find on the Sephora site. It's so beautiful still but it doesn't go on as smoothly as it did when it was new over a year ago. My French manicure from Scary Manicure Day was starting to look a little manky around the edges, so off it came. I feel ever so sophisticated when my hands look nice.

It was Buy Nothing Day, and I didn't, but more because I didn't leave the house due to lethargy and god-awful cramping. I don't see any problem with buying from a small independent business on BND, or something like an art-supply store or non-bestsellers from a bookstore or indie music from its own record label's site or services like a massage; I just think that it *is* a good thing to occasionally boycott things like fast food, electronics conglomerates, mall clothing chains, John Grisham, etc, for a day... or longer. If sales of Playstation games had dipped today I think Sony would have more than made up for it through the rest of the holiday season. I'm writing this partially cos the Bookfoole mentioned how it pisses him off (as the owner of a small independent secondhand bookstore). & I do agree that philosophies about these things can get a little too extremist & hurt small businesses much more than they hurt, say, Federated Department Stores Inc. or something. which is Not Right. how can we DIY if we use our politics to inadvertently hurt other people who are trying to live through DIY as well?

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I've been writing all night. Trying to keep the explicitness and weirdness as tasteful as possible. Still don't know if I can bring myself turn the thing in for my writing class, but at least it's there so I can decide.

It's hard for me. I like to write, but it's hard for me to show it to people because my stories tend to be a little perverse and sexual and I don't want to freak out people I like, so I get very shy about anyone actually reading it. & I worry about offending people in my writing class, because they're required to read it, you know? I don't think anyone should be required to read something like the stuff I write.

I could post some of it here, but at least a few of you would have to promise to actually read it and comment and stuff.

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augh. my bladder hates me. too much water and then not enough. hey boys, wanna trade reproductive systems for the next week? i took midol. hopefully it will knock me out.

i was thinking about all the house-things that have to be done.

-repair stucco outside
-tear out carpet in back room
-tear down panelling in back room
-tear down and replace drywall in back room
-do something to floor in back room. (?)
-wash house
-paint house exterior
-paint rooms which require painting

and those are the non-optional things. amidst all that is a secret world of replaced curtain rods, optional repainting, fast talk, and loose women. & maybe i'll get lucky and tear up some carpeting & maybe lay down some vinyl tile, ooooooooooh.

now if you'll excuse me, i have to pee again.

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So I had two interesting invitations for this evening: I could go over to N's and get schoolwork done with her and K, or I could go out with Leanne (who turned 21 yesterday) and her pals to a strip club. I am such a good girl, I'm going to N's. (Besides, N is likely to have cookies, and strip clubs generally are cookie-free.)

As far as the writing thing... I mainly asked because sometimes when I've posted Stuff I Wrote here I got almost no response... and I couldn't figure out whether or not No Gnus Is Good Gnus**. So... I'll work on it when I get home tonight (it needs to be in some turn-in-able shape by Monday night) and maybe post a link tomorrow or something.

** Did anyone else watch The Great Space Coaster, that quasi-educational 80s show that was totally obsessed with gnus? Sometime around 1983, my father was teaching driver's ed, and popped into my town for an hour one day unexpectedly just to say hi to me. He handed me a paper bag, and inside was a paperback copy of an activity/fun book based on the show. For the remaining 20 minutes or so of his visit I absolutely ignored him and sat entranced by my new book. It is where I got the following: "Good King Wenceslas looked out / On his cabbage garden / Bumped into a brussels sprout and said / I beg your pardon!" --- yeah, I was a wretched kid. :)