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- May 19, 2018
I am waging internal war with myself over which of Yuzuru Hanyu's costumes to base the color theme of my nails on when I go get them done later. The bright side is that in a me vs. me battle, I'm guaranteed to win.
I am waging internal war with myself over which of Yuzuru Hanyu's costumes to base the color theme of my nails on when I go get them done later. The bright side is that in a me vs. me battle, I'm guaranteed to win.
I've seen that sort of nail art on Twitter, not just Yuzuru-based but for quite a few of the Japanese skaters. It is gorgeous.
I'm doing a crazy thing that I have never done in my life. Out of nowhere I have started reading fanfics on Yuzuru and Evgenia being in a relationship since yesterday morning. It is not pleasant, it is exhausting, and it is consuming my time in the most stupid way. I am angry with myself but like an addict when I finish one stupid story I start reading a new one. Then, I get angrier with myself and the cycle continues. What is wrong with me?
Turn back! Turn back! :hpull:
I'm doing a crazy thing that I have never done in my life. Out of nowhere I have started reading fanfics on Yuzuru and Evgenia being in a relationship since yesterday morning. It is not pleasant, it is exhausting, and it is consuming my time in the most stupid way. I am angry with myself but like an addict when I finish one stupid story I start reading a new one. Then, I get angrier with myself and the cycle continues. What is wrong with me?
Call then roman a clef stories and you will probably feel better, because it sounds good and literary
If there were O.W.Ls for muggle life I would definitely get a T for social awareness, I have less of it than trolls. See, I went to work wearing a denim overall skirt over a light, semi-translucent white sleeveless shirt (kinda like this but the skirt goes over my knees), courtesy of maman's shopping spree. I go to the swarm of chaos (aka the academy) and immediately get swept in. Some time later, the boss comes to see how the new recruit is doing (Ms. Natasha has been promoted to branch manager), then she passes me by with the words "Look at you Ms. Sarah, don't tell me you're going to come in a bikini next?" I'm like :roll9: for a minute, then I get distracted by the tidal wave of children.
During dinner I remember that happened, bring it up to maman, and she's like "Huh, she wants you to be a bit more prudent with your attire then?" I shamefully admit that moment was when I realized what the boss had meant by that. Like, I had absolutely no idea what that meant before listening to maman. Since my shirt was semi-translucent a bit of my bra could be seen, but I figured it wasn't that much of a big deal since a)the kids don't care what I'm wearing b)it's summer and c)maman was fine with it. Apparently it wasn't so with the boss, or maybe it's something else that my terribly limited social capabilities cannot fathom. Anyway, from now on it's back to non-translucent shirts and pants for work.
It's not a big deal according to maman, but my insecurities about my lack of social skills have been activated and I feel down. Where did I leave those sakura sake KitKats
You know, as I left for work this morning dressed in as little clothing as I could get away with without the safety officers barring my entrance to the building, I thought of this post and something else Ms. Natasha might have meant. Does Korea have that stereotype that women are always freezing cold at work? In many workplaces in America, some women almost seem to get offended if someone doesn't conform to that stereotype, like you're somehow betraying the sisterhood if you're actually hot in the summer. If you have that there, maybe she was either intentionally or unintentionally playing stereotype-police and trying to "punish" you for not falling in line with what's expected by society?
Either way, it was vague and rude and uncalled for. If she thought you were dressed inappropriately, she should have taken you aside where other people couldn't hear and told you politely but clearly, without beating around the bush with bikini metaphors. If I were her manager, she'd have gotten a talking-to for that.
Well, in summer most American office buildings are freezing because they're set to accommodate men wearing full suits rather than women in light dresses and bare legs. Judging the number of my male colleagues who wear those silly fleece vests in the office in the middle of the summer it's not just the ladies who think it's too cold.
But yeah, generally, if someone has a problem with your outfit the better way to handle it is discreetly and to tactfully point out what was wrong so you're not left trying to guess exactly what the offending element was.
I work at a university, in a building that also houses the library, so the airconditioning is designed for books before people and if NEVER quite suits, especially in the full blast of an Aussie summer. On the other hand, even in the admin section the dress code tends to be... relaxed, shall we say? We therefore get everything from the wannabe career people dressed up to the nines to those who think leggings and T-shirts do it (I am somewhere in the middle)
Ugh, it's been 3 months since I could write more than 3 sentences and nearly a year since I've finished a story. I desperately want to write, something, anything. Something that'll fill this void of not writing. Words and phrases flit around in my head, characters that are fleshed out in varying degrees poke in every now and then, I just don't have the vessel, the story to let them out. Only bits and fragments. The young mage got exiled to a foreign land where his magic doesn't work. What happens to him? The cynical once-human ghost-catching office employee got her deviant teenage angsty spirit. What else does she do? A whole fantasy world about 70% built is there. How do the main characters live in it? It's terrifying, the notion that I might never have a new story in me.
Ugh, it's been 3 months since I could write more than 3 sentences and nearly a year since I've finished a story. I desperately want to write, something, anything. Something that'll fill this void of not writing. Words and phrases flit around in my head, characters that are fleshed out in varying degrees poke in every now and then, I just don't have the vessel, the story to let them out. Only bits and fragments. The young mage got exiled to a foreign land where his magic doesn't work. What happens to him? The cynical once-human ghost-catching office employee got her deviant teenage angsty spirit. What else does she do? A whole fantasy world about 70% built is there. How do the main characters live in it? It's terrifying, the notion that I might never have a new story in me.
Something else worrying me: I was supposed to go to my tutor student's place today to see whether he had done okay with his finals, but apparently it's the anniversary of his grandfather's passing so no lesson. Now I'm twice as terrified. Oh please let him have done well