Wednesday, December 19, 2007

RL post (sort of)
Today, overall, was a good day.

I had another in-class essay in Lang. For once I decided to just write without thinking so much about every little word, and the end product wasn't nearly as bad as I had expected. (And I wrote much more than I typically would've.)

The best part, though, was at the very end of my lunch period. Diligent as ever, I forgot about a Psych assignment that was due, and so did it during my lunch period. (It's technically on time as long as it's before 3:30.) Today was the last day that my current Psych teacher was teaching my class (my actual teacher was away on baby leave), and when I was turning the worksheet in, I happened to be carrying an elaborate origami craft I made during Korean class: an origami gift basket, and within the gift wrapping paper were little origami flowers that held Hershey's Kisses inside of them. Since I didn't have anyone in particular in mind to give it to, I thought what the hell, and gave it to my teacher as a goodbye present. He's probably the teacher I'm most fond of anyway, and I figured he deserved something. (For the record, he lived in Japan for a few years, and knows all this random crap about Korea and France, and even pushing all that aside, is still an all around great person to talk to.) And he positively lit up when I gave the thing to him, probably said thank you to me around five times. And I walked out of the classroom with this huge grin on my face, and an underclassman passed by and gave me the o_O face. But I didn't care at that moment, because it was nice making someone that happy. :)




On a drastically different note, I continue to fangirl over the Malaysian fic writer (who, by the way, is still younger than me wtf). Even her soapbox rants are like poetry; I've never been so interested in reading about someone's life before. Though I have yet to comment on any of her non-fandom posts, no matter how touching they are. I'm not normally a lurker, but I guess I feel as if nothing I say could be as meaningful as the things she writes.

And it would be really awkward to jump in and be all BUT YOU'RE WONDERFUL, LOVE YOURSELF MORE when I barely know the girl, even by internet standards. But someone who writes that well can't possibly be a bland, unremarkable person. Hopefully one day it won't be so awkward for me to tell that to her... instead of writing about it on here like a creepy internet stalker. *headdeskdeskdeskdeskdesk*
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