baha. ha.

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So, a girl in my program just sent an announcement over the departmental listserv, entitled "December NaNoWriMo" which - and let me tell you how my heart started racing in that confluence-of-two-separate-and-distinct-social-spheres kind of way - said the following:

I was incredible [sic] saddened by the fact I was unable to participate this year due to an overwhelming work-load [bitch bitch bitch] and the corresponding social commitments [brag brag brag], so I've decided to cheat and do NaNoWriMo in December. Any of you who want to join me in the revelry are welcome and encouraged.

It took me approximately two minutes to Google her full name, plus my school's name, find a dormant bravejournal account, transfer her username to livejournal, and find her recently-updated and terrifyingly un-flocked journal.

FYI, she talks about her diet and the Anita Blake series. :/

EDIT: and her fanfic.net account. WHAT. WHAT.

NO. NO ADMITTING FANDOM INTERESTS IN PUBLIC PLACES, DUMBASS. WHY ARE YOU ASKING FOR MOCKERY.

In other news, saying goodbye to acquaintances and lying promising to come back for convocation in May has made me even more smug about leaving. SMUG SMUG SMUG GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

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:/ One needs a paid account to edit comments. Besides, I refuse to do things in halves. Also, below, I meant 'flailings'. I don't picture you flaying your arms. That is creepy. Or, creepier than usual.

Also: that motherfucker. So good. How does he get by when he is such a social train wreck? Oh yeah, disgustingly wealthy parents. I clicked on the link for his resume and it dled right to my desktop and now it is there, giving me a hard time for not being a promising New York photographer. :