Pink Bow


A Collection of Memories and Thoughts

Somewhere between Manic Depression and Laughter
Crystal Louboutin
Firstly, I want to take a moment to address 9/11 and the devastation that reaped ten years ago. It seems like just yesterday that I was asking my teacher why everyone was being pulled out of school, and I clearly remember the expression she gave me, somewhere between sadness and frustration at not being able to tell us what was going on. To all the families who lost loved ones, I hope they know that our loved ones are always there by our side, lurking and watching over us. And to the heroes who tried to save others and those who gave their lives to save others, I hope they know that they have many people's eternal thanks, wherever they may be.

As for my own devastation, well, I was finally able to get back to my apartment building. The roads reopened now that the river has receded. Unfortunately, going back and hearing the awful news that I won't be able to get back in for, at minimum, a week was perhaps even more devastating than seeing the flood at work.

We have a gas leakage in the basement. The elevators are flooded and so they don't work, which is essential since I live on the 12th floor and almost had a heart attack getting up there to get some of my things today. There's no hot water since the boiler room was submerged. There's dirt and mud everywhere and water seeped into the building through floor tiles and stairways so there's some structure damage too. There's mud everywhere. It's just a mess. I managed to get some pictures from the building manager. These were taken before they had to leave because the flooding got too extensive. I still can't believe how bad it was.

The garage.

Floating washing machines.


The walking path, which pretty much became an extension of the river.

Sparkly Platform

So that image is of the Hershey Park area, about twenty minutes away from where I live. I happen to live on the Susquehanna river, which is at this moment flooding the banks--where my apartment building is located. I'm currently evacuated from my apartment and staying in a hotel with no clue as to when I'll be able to go back. To say it's disheartening would be an understatement.

Hershey Park

Town my school is located in.

And the image that makes me the most sad, the one five minutes down the road from my apartment building--pretty much what the outside of my apartment building looks like now.

Am I the Only One?
Sparkly Platform
So it came to me last night (after reading a Tumblr comic) that I do in fact think about impossible, unrealistic situations as I go to sleep at night. My nightly preparations often include opening up Pandora (I'm so happy about the hour limit thing they have) and turning on my So Close by Jon McLaughlin station. Then I'll listen to that as I go to sleep and think of all these different situations that go with the music. I make myself an 'unrealistic life' soundtrack.

Am I the only one who does this? Thinks of impossible situations I mean? Obviously not because of the comic, but I thought it would be interesting to hear about it.

I guess you could call them fantasies. And you know that these things could never happen, but, at the same time, there's a small part of you that keeps going 'what if?' My imagination always runs off with me, and by the soundtrack, you can guess that some of these are probably romantic in nature. Most of them though are things about what I imagine my life would be like in the FuTuRe. Successful doctor, successful writer? City living, country living? Husband, no husband? Kids, no kids? Then I create all these scenarios melding all those things together. It's a little sad sometimes when combined with my no life status. On my morose days I imagine going through some awful heartbreak and ending up living an unsuccessful life with my shoes. No cats for me.


Down to the Wire is When I Finish
 That's right, only a few hours before the deadline and I am just now completing my story.  I'm extremely grateful to my beta for being able to do this rush job for me, and I shall have to give her extra cookies for it.  What a chore.  It's a good thing she loves me so.  If she read this, yes, I know you love me.  You can't live without me.  And the feeling is mutual. 

But woo!  I finished.  There was a small panicked moment where I thought it would never get done.  And then I was afraid that I would be put on the Wall of Shame, which would make my cry.  My DG friends would never talk to me again.  I would be scorned in the community (there's still a chance of this happening after my story is revealed).

Yes, I'm that dramatic.

Now, sick as I am, I can't wait for the night to come to a close so I can swallow all my medications and go to sleep--a nice, painless sleep.  I've been ill all week, which slowed down the writing process, and I had to stave off all medication today because it makes me drowsy.  I couldn't be drowsy and still complete my story.  So now I can go lose myself in medicine.

Hope everyone finished and had an easier, less panicked time than I.

Peace, Love, and Coconuts.  :D

As the World Goes Mad Over MTV Awards
Knocked Over Shoes
 At least Tom Felton won Best Villain.

I realized today that I have the most bizarre morning routine ever.  I wake up, roll around in my sheets, check my FF email account, have coffee, go on Tumblr, then Facebook, and drink more coffee.  Why can't I have some awesome morning routine like waking up and doing sun salutations or something?  Then I could say, "Oh, yes, I wake up every morning and do sun salutations.  There's no better way to start the day."  

So new goal: change morning routine.  It won't happen but I'll feel better for trying.  

This concludes random thought of the day that has absolutely nothing to do with the title of the post.

Au Revoir.

For Once . . .
Bow Louboutin
 I will not procrastinate on an assignment and actually try and complete it ages before the deadline--or at least before the day before the deadline as is my way.  Okay, well, I'm crossing my fingers that won't happen.  I can't make any guarantees though since I'm of the lazy sort.  But I'm on the right track since I have an idea of what I'm doing, and I have time on my hands, being summer and all.

But what I really want to talk about is my latest obsession: Hermione/Severus stories.  Alright, it's not a new obsession.  But I've been reading a bunch of HG/SS stories over the past two weeks or so.  And I have to say, some are good, although most of them are off on characterization of at least one of the characters.  However, if it works within the story parameters, I don't have an issue.  By far though, the funniest one I have ever read has to be:  The P-Word.  It's about an outbreak of priapism in the Wizarding world.  Yes, it's rated M.  But it's also hilariously funny and a rather fun read.

Off to wri

Summer Has Arrived!
Green Snakeskin
Birds are chirping as I sit inside in a large auditorium, my pencil scratching away at the thick packet that was no doubt once an entire young tree.  I'm almost at the end, writing down my final equation and solving the last problem.  I close the packet triumphantly, wish my professor a happy summer, and twirl out the room, humming to myself before breaking out into a robust song and dance down the green fields of my college campus.

Alright, that isn't how it happened.  But the feeling of elation was there as I walked out my final final exam.  The summer is officially here, and I started my first summer day of by being overcome with terrible allergies and lying in bed all day long.  It wasn't too awful, considering all I did was sleep.  There was no food in my apartment--college kids don't do grocery shopping during finals week--so sleeping seemed like the best bet.  My breakfast consisted of half a Kit Kat bar and lunch was crackers.  My sister brought home food for my dinner though.  She's so sweet.

I'm feeling better now and indulging in my guilty pleasure: browsing shoes and watching the House Hunters HGTV marathon.  Yes, I live on the wild side people.  Didn't you know?

Alas, I have nothing more to say.  Check out Ginny Weasley, Hit Wizards and drop me a line on what you think.  I'm hoping to come out with some more stories over the summer.  But we shall see.

Happy Summer!

New Stories and Tumbling
Train Track Heels
 So if you haven't been hanging around FIA or FFN, you wouldn't have noticed the fact that I am indeed posting a new story.  I think everyone spoiled me with the plethora of reviews for Buttercup, and now I am doomed to feel a mite bit disappointed in the lack of reviews.  That being said, I'm very much a person who doesn't think too much of it, and I enjoy the sparse amount of reviews that I receive and appreciate the people that actually take the time to review.  I always have, even when I was receiving a ton for Buttercup.  There's something heartwarming about the fact that people will take the time to review my fics, mostly because I can never seem to find time to review other people's fics.  The busy, busy life of a college student.

Speaking of which, this week is my last week of classes.  Everybody jump up and rejoice with me.  I've been celebrating by working on a new fic, not the one I'm posting now.  I want to try and get a few chapters under my belt before I start posting this one.  Yes, I'm remaining very secretive about it.  But I will say that four chapters are finished, and I am currently on the fifth.  I do have to slow down on the writing though because finals are next week and studying is required.  Booo!

That's all for now folks!

P.S.  I have a Tumblr now.

Biting into Stereotypes
Cream Vintage Paper
I am obsessed in love with shoes.  I think I bite into the stereotypes of girls and their shoes, and independent girls everywhere are scowling and blaming me for their plight.  Men always say that women love their shoes and are all about their shoes.  For me, it's true.  But that just means that I'm another one of those girls who make it hard for those women who don't like their shoes all that much--you know, the ones who wear functional high heels instead of the ones that make your feet burn.

But I spend ages browsing pictures of shoes and wishing I had money to buy them.  I do this with clothes too but not as much.  I've come to the conclusion that if I had a choice between wearing a pretty dress with plain shoes or a plastic bag and the cutest shoes ever--I would pick the latter.  See?  Obsessed In love.

Have any of you discovered any new loves lately?  Or are you already biting into stereotypes?

Just an Update
Stairway Louboutins
 I've been busy, busy, busy--writing and doing school work.  Unfortunately, I haven't found a nice balance between the two yet.  I either write a ton and fall behind on school work, then end up rushing to do class work before my class starts.  Or, on the other hand, I do a ton of school work and mourn the fact that I didn't get a chance to write.  So no balance has been found, and, on top of all of this, I'm doing thirteen hours of volunteer work during the week.

Speaking of volunteer work, I don't know if I wrote about my switch in career choice as of yet.  I decided I'm going to go into medicine.  Over the past couple of days though, I've realized that I may be picking it as a sort of fall back plan.  But as far as fall back plans go, it's a pretty good one--a ton of work but then I did plan on going for my PhD.  If I'm going to spend four years in graduate school, I might as well go into medicine, especially since I don't want to become a professor, not like that's not a respectable field.

Soul searching aside, classes have been alright.  I don't have any juicy gossip to share.  Maybe later.

Hopefully, I'll write something that I can post soon.  I have several fic ideas.  Now I need to pick one and write it.

Official Not Dead Post Complete.



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