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Aug. 13th, 2015


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And thus with these little fellows, my journey to complete world domination begins.






[ooc note: these are meant to be q's latest invention shh just pretend]

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Anyone know where to get a good pot of tea? Preferably somewhere around UC: Irvine.

Aug. 11th, 2015


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Sup. I'm Chloe. Anybody hiring? I'm hella sick of sleeping in the bus station.

Aug. 9th, 2015


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Jet lag is absolute rubbish, I've been wide awake since 4am staring at the bloody clock.

However, I'm rather pleased to be back somewhere, where summer means there's some actual sun.

Merlin & Audrey )

Guinevere )

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I forgot how mind-numbing applying for jobs can be.

As I promised, at the start of the summer, I've begun the search for an 'adult' job and I'm hoping that I can put my degree to use. After all, Computer Science is what I majored in and I would hope that there's a place looking for someone to do some kind of programming work. If anyone could point me in the right direction for a job, I would be greatly appreciative.

The applications are starting to just blur, at this point. I'm hoping that my internship at Stark Industries will carry a little bit of weight.

Time to get a snack and then work on more applications. If you don't hear from me in 10 days, send help.

Jul. 12th, 2015


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My new friend has convinced me: every day I go without owning a small dinosaur is a day my life is incomplete.

Jun. 22nd, 2015


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Yaaaay, it's officially summertime! Not that we'd ever really notice, right? But yeah, yesterday was the first day of summer, so now you have no excuse to not go outside and go swimming.

I'm Navi, and I've always lived around here but didn't know about this website, so hi?

Jun. 19th, 2015


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Facts About Spiders:

1. The red widow does not actually cannibalize her mates like the black widow counterpart - instead, the male keeps force feeding himself into her mandibles even if she spits him out.

2. Many spiders get their food exclusively by stealing from other spider webs.

3. Some spiders also make decoys of themselves to confuse predators.

4. There was this one time a jumping spider was sent into space to see if it could still make webs in low gravity. It adapted.

5. Then there was this other time a monstrous spider came to the OC, is everyone else seeing that? Everyone is, right? This isn't just me?

Jun. 14th, 2015


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Absolutely the worst nightmare I've ever had. And it was a Dream, no less, so it had that feeling that accompanies all Dreams. That nasty very realistic feeling.

There I was, picking apart a really rather well done bit of encryption. I'd managed to get all the way through and into the data when bang. The data I was hacking started hacking me back.

It shut down our entire system and got into everything. I nearly had a heart attack and died in my sleep. I'm very delicate, my heart can't handle this sort of thing.
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Jun. 12th, 2015


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If anyone is ever in need of torture ideas, I've recently come to discover - thanks in part to my dreams - that getting a knotted rope swung at your balls is vastly unpleasant.

At least I've got this fantastic Omega watch to compensate for the dull ache that lingers.

Jun. 11th, 2015


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Okay, totally don't care if it makes me seem like a big kid, but I'm way too excited to see Jurassic World. I got my ticket for tomorrow evening. Yeah, I know, the science behind it is kind of whack, but it's what made me first interested in going into science as a profession. I mean seriously, how totally cool is the thought that DNA from millions of years ago could be extracted from a mosquito preserved in amber and you could recreate animals long extinct?? As a scientist, I thinks that's totally fucking cool! Even if somewhat ill-advised because we all know what happens when you get a pack of velociraptors together, right?

And we totally don't need a T-Rex marching down the street either. ...even as cool as that may be. In theory, obviously.

May. 22nd, 2015


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Hello. My... roommate set me up with an account.

I do not really know what I will use it for.

But someone did suggest I ask a question. Does the nightingale sing?

May. 19th, 2015


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Alright normally things that happen at work don't get to me like this but I've been thinking about this one ever since it happened and feel like I need to say something.

When the person working the counter at your favorite bakery, cafe, wherever you happen to be, asks you to step to the side/go take a seat while you wait for your order - we're not doing it for your comfort. We're doing it because there is a line of other customers behind you that are waiting to be served, same as you.

May. 10th, 2015


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California is certainly quite warm in the summer, isn't it? I guess I'll be updating my wardrobe.

May. 7th, 2015


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Working here would be the best job ever.

Apr. 23rd, 2015


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These dreams seem to have something of a sense humour. One day, I'm waking up to find they've given me a rather nice car. The next, I've got a tracking chip embedded in my arm. To what end, I've no idea. Unless by some eerie twist, someone out there can now follow my every movement without my knowledge.

Apr. 22nd, 2015


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So this is fucking America. It looks just like I imagined. The people aren't as fat as I thought you'd all be, though, but I had a beer at the airport during my layover and it was fucking terrible. Can someone around here tell me where to get a real beer and none of this watered down shit?

Apr. 18th, 2015


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I find it interesting that while others are dreaming of being vampires or pirates, or whatever else exciting things you lot dream about, I only seem to dream of having a desk job.

A desk job at MI6, but the point still stands.

Mar. 18th, 2015


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Oh now this is just getting silly.

I went into a shop that I saw had a few things with initials on it, intent on purchasing myself a companion to my beloved scrabble letter mug (Q, ten points, with a point chart on the reverse side).

To my great disappointment, there were no Qs to be found. Not in any of their mugs, nor in the little keychain charms I was going to settle for. I even looked at the companies online -- they don't even make them. So it wasn't that the store was out of stock, or didn't think to order a Q, they simply don't exist!

Think of the poor Quentins of the world that must go mugless due to this oversight.

The best I could find was a little trinket dish (or paper weight, the site suggests), so I suppose I'll have to find some trinkets to put in it. Though if I fill it with trinkets, you can no longer see the Q. A catch-22. (Catch twenty-q?)

Mar. 16th, 2015


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It's always so nice to be sent somewhere with a beach. Sometimes business takes you to such shit-holes, but this just about makes up for it. I do believe you Americans have your Spring Break soon, yes? That's marvelous timing on my part.

I try to keep up with the goings-on in the world and was promptly informed that this was the place to go for all things Orange County related. I do hope I won't be disappointed.

Feb. 16th, 2015


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What sucks most about the quarter system is that you get half as much time to do the same amount of work as those on semesters.

Lazy assholes.

Anyways. I live again. Temporarily.

I have survived midterms. But guess what? Finals are in less than a month, so I'm already in pre-finals panic mode and I hate all of you.

Feb. 13th, 2015


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I don't really do Valentine's Day, but if I did it would be something like this.

Feb. 4th, 2015


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Apparently I do not "get out enough" and I've been bullied into signing up for this. My brother invited me, and I suppose if he enjoys it, it probably isn't all that terrible. I am not keeping my hopes very high.

Since it appears I need to do a tedious introduction My name is Victor Frankenstein. I'm a recent graduate from Stanford and this summer I'll be starting my first year of residency with UC Irvine. I'll be working in pathology, both anatomical and clinical. If anything, I am looking forward to living in Orange County. I'm quite fond of the ocean, though each time I look to it, it brings to mind Poe's Annabel Lee or Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.

Feb. 3rd, 2015


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Nope, still not understanding the whole Super Bowl event, but at least it's over so I can stop hearing about it regardless of where I go. It was getting tiring being asked who I was picking to win and giving various responses of I didn't care and how American football is incorrectly named anyway. It should be more like tossball or pansy rugby.

Jan. 17th, 2015


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I really loathe having to go into electronics stores. First of all, they try to get me to buy the latest gaming system, which I have utterly no interest in whatsoever. Because I'm of that age, I suppose, where I'm meant to be interested in video games.

I only go in there for parts, honestly. No, I don't want the warranty, I'm going to take it apart anyway. No, I don't want this or that option and yes I absolutely promise this is what I want to buy, not whatever you're getting commission for this month. The OS I run probably isn't compatible with whatever you're trying to foist on me.

I'm this close to laminating my doctorate in Computer Science to keep in my wallet, so I can wave it at people when they try to convince me that I really honestly need this completely unnecessary accessory for my computer. I can't get two feet into the store without being swarmed by people in blue polos asking if I need help.

I don't. I really don't. Kindly sod off.

Jan. 14th, 2015


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What is it with young people and having to socialize via a non-personable machine like a computer? What is the point of letting your eyeballs melt out of your head from staring at a screen for hours on end? There's a huge world out there full of people you can spend your time talking to in person. You know, if that's your thing. If you don't like people then I suppose you can simply sit there behind your computer, continue typing into that machine and let your eyeballs melt out of your head. Either way, no skin off my back.

I suppose what I'm trying to say is hello, this is pointless.

Dec. 31st, 2014


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I kept looking out the window and seeing people gallivanting about in the snow and thought -- well might as well, I suppose. It looked like fun, anyway, and the fresh air could do me some good.

Not so. I was outside for around a half hour before I decided I'd had quite enough of this 'fresh winter air' business. Perhaps I didn't bundle up enough, or perhaps my circulation is poor and I get cold easily (which is true), but it didn't suit me at all.

I did, however, manage to build a very small snowman on my front stoop before I had to retreat to indoors and tea.
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Mar. 11th, 2014


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I think I've started smoking twice as much now that I'm seeing a smoker. It used to just be when I was stressed out, but now I find myself having to go and buy a fresh pack once a week or so.

This is dreadful. He's a horrible influence.

Mar. 1st, 2014


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S'just not a good day until you defeat the Lovecraftian God of Fear, yeah? My dreams are at least twenty kinds of fucked, but I can't say I don't stumble into my fill of adventure, I suppose.

In vast tonal change: thank fuck all that volcano mess is over with, I'm tired of persuading Q to be the only one to give Chas baths. Even I run out of excuses after a week.

Feb. 21st, 2014


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It's absolutely frightful outside. It's times like these when I'm glad I'm able to work from home.

I'm not much of an 'outdoors' person as it is, but usually that's because there's too much fresh air out there instead of -- whatever this is.

Jan. 26th, 2014


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What do you do when you're not really dating someone on Valentine's Day? Is there some sort of protocol for friends-with-benefits that I'm unaware of?

Jan. 19th, 2014


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Well, that was the bloody strangest last couple of days I've ever lived through without needing a shite dream--

....


Where is my dog?

Jan. 18th, 2014


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I didn't want to leave the poor little thing at home all day, so I've started taking Chas to work with me.

Apparently, having a small white fluffy dog under my desk makes me incredibly popular, therefore making it difficult to get work done. Not that Chas is a distraction, but the people who keep wanting to play with him are.

But they have to play with him at my desk, since I don't want to risk losing him.

The trials and tribulations of office life I suppose.

Jan. 16th, 2014


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I don't own a dog. Not even a little bit.


I also don't live here.

Jan. 8th, 2014


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For Christmas, I received a calender where each day is a wafer of pressed tea. When the day is done you pull it off and have a nice cuppa before bed. Or you could do it to start your day, I suppose.

A week in, I have to say this tea is fantastic. And my kitchen smells of tea leaves.

Perfect gift.

Jan. 7th, 2014


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I may have had a little too much fun decorating cookies at the bakery over the last few days. I know that it's a bit soon for Valentine's Day stuff to come out, but the "2014" cookies weren't selling. I dare you not to buy one of these babies.

Cut for Image )

As always, mention Valarnet and get a discount! Or a free sample! Or something else, depending on my mood!

Dec. 20th, 2013


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Of course it snows just in time for Da to get here. Which means he feels more at home, but the poor man certainly did not pack for it.

At least all my jumpers are oversized, and the snow is preventing him from wearing hideously patterned shorts.

Dec. 19th, 2013


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Snow! And cold! We all know what that means everybody - yes that's right I can wear the ridiculous amount of jumpers I brought with me that everybody told me I'd never get to wear.

Thank you weather god!

Dec. 9th, 2013


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Eggnog's invaded absolutely everything. This is worse than the pumpkin epidemic.

Someone had the audacity to bring me an eggnog latte the other day. I ask you, who mixes eggnog with perfectly good espresso?

Disgusting.

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We've been speaking of Christmas songs. This is my very favourite; it's been sung for the last few years round the fire at my da's place in Scotland, with several pints under our belts.

Dec. 8th, 2013


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FUN NON-CHRISTMASY BASED DISCUSSION.

As an avid reader of these boards, I can't help but noticing a lot of us are shameful flirts. To this end I ask: does anyone else ship people on this board or am I just crazy? Like, there's some of you who aren't dating but I just want to smush your faces together and be all NOW KISS.

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Like that.

I swear to god, you guys are going to make me go all Fiddler on the Roof on your bottoms and start randomly setting you up. Which would turn out badly, since I'm sure some of you are like me and are taken but can't turn off the flirt.

I guess I'm just saying augh, Valar, why so cute?

Nov. 24th, 2013


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I feel like I relate to this far more than I strictly ought to.

That, and there's apparently a twitter called VeryBritishProblems. I think there's quite a few of us here on the 'net that would appreciate and sympathize with most of those tweets.

Nov. 17th, 2013


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So rather than my flying out to London for Christmas, my father's suggested that he come here to visit me.

Which is all well and good, since I'm petrified of flying, but it also opens up a whole new slew of problems. When I go to visit him, I can stay in my old room and bum around London and entertain myself when I'm not having the required dinners with dad and his sister.

But if he visits me, I have to figure out where to put him up, what to do with him when I'm at work, what to do with him when I'm not at work --

Eugh. He's a sixty year old man, he can take care of himself, but I'd feel obligated to entertain him somehow.

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I swear to god, if another person's well meaning relative mentions that it's "so sad" that I don't have kids and I'm in my forties, I'm going to drop the illusion and go full High Priestess on them. I don't even know if I can have kids now, thanks, and I haven't exactly had that talk with my husband because - oh hey, I've kind of turned into a demon because of my dreams. I was too busy freaking out about the pins in my head.

I'm going to the next person that I'm barren because of weaponized airborne syphilis and see how they react.

Oct. 24th, 2013


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I don't think I'm going to do anything for Halloween this year. I put a pumpkin out, and within twenty-four hours some hooligans had smashed it.

I'm slowly but surely turning into a grumpy old man who yells at small children to get off his lawn.

Oct. 21st, 2013

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(ooc: slightly nsfw in comments)

Firstly, Uncle John, avert your eyes.

Secondly, to all the lads I've ever shagged, especially the one that just left my flat:

In the slightly anglicized version of Louis C.K.'s most recent special: If I try to "cuddle" after shagging, it's not because I'm needy. It's because I'm bloody gagging for it! You think it's needy because you've done your business, et cetera, but I have gotten bugger all out of this experience!

It's like the man says. Trust me, when you shag me good and proper? I'll leave you alone.

Oh, just watch the clip. It's all true.

Oct. 17th, 2013


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Bloody fucking Christ. I take back any and all fucking curiosity about those dreams.

Never again.

Oct. 14th, 2013


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I thought I felt a breeze today, which means I've dug out the warm sweaters and knit scarves.

I'm so very, very ready for it to be fall.

Oct. 12th, 2013

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God. Home, bored, listening to Radio One, and turns out they're playing Innuendo Bingo. According to Evan Davies, it's now eight o'cock. Spat my bloody drink everywhere.

Sep. 30th, 2013


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Some madman installed an espresso machine in the lounge.

It's marvelous, I may never sleep again.