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somethingaboutsewing[1] Skimmed the entirety of my livejournal archive before purging. Boy oh boy did I used to write on that guy a lot! I remember in the beginning not knowing what to do with all of my fandom feelings, how foreign and weird and cool it seemed, the shows and bands and hockey players that brought real word strangers into each other’s lives. I remember writing into the void, wondering if anyone was out there. I remember never knowing how to name posts or fic or memes. I remember my unhinged glee over Rookie Blue’s season 4 premiere. I remember slowly, slowly, moving away.
[2] ATE A LOT, ATE SO MUCH: gnocchi and zeppoles at the Italian place somewhere in PA where we’re having my brother’s rehearsal dinner in September with Danny, my future sister-in-law, and my mom; paella, octopus, mussels, sangria, somewhere in Princeton, with my oldest friend in the world and her brand new fiance; burgers and beers somewhere just north of Penn Station with my not at the time but now currently engaged high school best friend. Your future wedding’s already my favorite future wedding, I’d said at one point, after our second beer but before our first shot. O scoffed and was all: duh. It’s going to be the most lowkey.
[3] Finished Great British Bake Off and I mean I am not saying I immediately went looking for fic but guess what! I immediately went looking for fic!
[4] Fell in love with Nikita, on a rare work-from-home snow day where I gobbled my way through something like the first sixteen episodes. It has taken a LOT of restraint to not go scouring the internet for photos and gifsets and spoilers. I’m currently a third(-ish) of the way through season two and am v into Nikita and her arms and the way she tries to save the entire worlds of everyone she knows while also semi-lying to them, am v into Michael and his Batman voice and his flashback hair, am v into all of the kissing and the throwing themselves into each other’s arms and the super obvious someone wants to put a baby in someone else vibes. No one tell me what happens! I want to be surprised!
[5] Reread all of my fave unfinished Ghostbusters fic and then (like, a week later) was rewarded with a brand! new! chapter!
[6] Started, and then finished, Hidden Figures the book over Easter weekend, upon getting the library notice that my copy was due back today. I want to go back and rewatch the movie, now that I have this version of it in my brain, and see all the ways that the story and characters and timelines were condensed. I want to go back to school and take more math classes. I want to think about my life and think about my career. I want to have even a fraction of the grace and the grit required to keep pace with the technological changes coming in the next ten, twenty, thirty years. I want to think about all the women who have come before me.
[2] ATE A LOT, ATE SO MUCH: gnocchi and zeppoles at the Italian place somewhere in PA where we’re having my brother’s rehearsal dinner in September with Danny, my future sister-in-law, and my mom; paella, octopus, mussels, sangria, somewhere in Princeton, with my oldest friend in the world and her brand new fiance; burgers and beers somewhere just north of Penn Station with my not at the time but now currently engaged high school best friend. Your future wedding’s already my favorite future wedding, I’d said at one point, after our second beer but before our first shot. O scoffed and was all: duh. It’s going to be the most lowkey.
[3] Finished Great British Bake Off and I mean I am not saying I immediately went looking for fic but guess what! I immediately went looking for fic!
[4] Fell in love with Nikita, on a rare work-from-home snow day where I gobbled my way through something like the first sixteen episodes. It has taken a LOT of restraint to not go scouring the internet for photos and gifsets and spoilers. I’m currently a third(-ish) of the way through season two and am v into Nikita and her arms and the way she tries to save the entire worlds of everyone she knows while also semi-lying to them, am v into Michael and his Batman voice and his flashback hair, am v into all of the kissing and the throwing themselves into each other’s arms and the super obvious someone wants to put a baby in someone else vibes. No one tell me what happens! I want to be surprised!
[5] Reread all of my fave unfinished Ghostbusters fic and then (like, a week later) was rewarded with a brand! new! chapter!
[6] Started, and then finished, Hidden Figures the book over Easter weekend, upon getting the library notice that my copy was due back today. I want to go back and rewatch the movie, now that I have this version of it in my brain, and see all the ways that the story and characters and timelines were condensed. I want to go back to school and take more math classes. I want to think about my life and think about my career. I want to have even a fraction of the grace and the grit required to keep pace with the technological changes coming in the next ten, twenty, thirty years. I want to think about all the women who have come before me.
