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DONE WITH MY BIOPSYCH COURSE

And I'm pretty sure I passed it...I think. fmdklafsakl I hate this course. If I have to take it again I will be pissed. (Keep in mind for my school's psych department, 'passing' is C or above. I had to re-take it because I got a C- the first time. THIS IS BULLSHITTTTTT)

I have a week before my second summer course starts. Which already looks generally much better-organized, but this is as I had expected since it's an econ course.

Also, I'm baking cookies for parents to take to the 4th of July celebration they're going to with family. I am not going because I have work. (I would probably not go anyways.) I was going to do just regular sugar cookie sandwiches, but apparently I am in fact supposed to listen to requests made via facebook so now I'm also making the chocolate ones with peanut butter filling.

THERE WILL BE A BAKING POST DON'T WORRY.


P.S. interesting thing. Historically, on personality inventory tests, I score low on everything (extroversion, neuroticism, conscientiousness, agreeableness) besides openness. I always thought this was pretty weird because I consider myself generally a fairly agreeable person. At least not disagreeable? But I just figured it was due to the tests being made by and for allistic people. Turns out, though, that agreeableness scores can actually be interpreted differently based on gender, and compared solely to the male population, my agreeableness score is actually medium-high rather than medium-low. 6 u 9?

ETA ( LOL )

(I typed this up because it is on my phone despite being IM. I hope you are all grateful)

beasts_and_men was entertaining me between classes by listening to me ramble about a Sherlock fic idea I have. Sherlock's 'married to my work' line from the first episode came up.

( Minor spoilers for S1 of Sherlock; comedic references to incest and death )

Yes, this is what I do to you if you try to be friends with me. This. All day. I demand entertainment. Somebody should probably rescue them from me

One thing I'm surprised about regarding the Occupy Wall Street movement is how...quiet everyone was about the end of it.

I mean, yes. Peaceful protest is ended with a display of brute force by the government. (Read that, btw.) It's the classic cycle. But there was just this air of...submission to it. Like people were waiting to be stamped down.

Not that I think there should have been any sort of retaliation by the protesters. I guess the thing is that there was no one direction to the movement, except 'we are going to stand here and express that a lot of us are very unhappy with shit that's happening', so it wasn't really something that could have carried over into other methods of expression.

I know it's not really my place to question what happened, because I am not at all that sort of activist, I don't have the guts for it. I am the ambush-privileged-people-in-unexpected-places-and-talk-their-ear-off kind of activist (that makes me sound kind of weaponized, lmfao). I'm just wondering what happened.


ANYWAYS, something completely else: dakfire and I did another brief Sherlock phone-text RP I thought I would share. ( UNDER HERE )



Anywayyyysss I was thinking of taking a photo of my hair as it is now, because I am not letting it get this long again. So I might as well let you all see it. I look like some freshman in high school who thinks he's a skater???

Do you guys want another stupid picture of me from my webcam? Is this something you desire?

ETA ( like you really thought I would wait for anyone to answer )

My pins are fucking amazing btw, I recently added a Captain America and an Iron Man pin. FUCK YES.

dakfire and I have been collabing on some Sherlock genfic sort of stuff. I would say it's RPing but we worked it all out ahead of time and we ambush each other with it at random. Maybe 'spontaneous fic acting-out'?

I probably should post this over at owlofowls instead but oh well. OH WELL.

( Gladstone )

WE MAY BE ENJOYING OURSELVES TOO MUCH

There's also the texting debacle, which started things off, but my phone is currently dead so. Basically summary is, I woke up grumpy (at school); cheered myself up by texting her thusly:

'Wrong
SH'

We texted back and forth a bit, but John quickly figured out that I was Moriarty and had Sherlock's phone and thus probably Sherlock. We arranged a hostage exchange involving pizza and uh, sexual favors. Meta revealed one of the best quotes from her thus far:

"Sherlock doesn't send texts, he issues orders."