I think 25 was the last one I really paid any attention to. 21 is usually a biggie in the US, but my then-boyfriend's 21st, two years earlier, was enough for me, I think.
And what I don't get done must not have been something I was meant to do.
Pretty much. What, us worry? I have a peculiar sort of fatalism: whatever I did was something I must have been meant to do. It's not predestination, but "inevitability": the present grows out of the past. There are few things in my past I genuinely regret, even fewer as my perspective gets longer.
For example, at the time (~1996) I rued the choice not to apply to UCLA's film program; now, I know that if I had gone there, I would have stood a good chance of not having met aforesaid long-fiance, whom I consider my soulmate. (And then again, if that's really what he is, wouldn't I have met him anyway? Who knows! Schroedinger's universes! It's far too much for any one brain to worry about. Do what stirs you, and be excellent to each other; the rest falls into place.)
I like that you can acknowledge that you romanticize Snape.
SEVERUS IS HOT
There. I said it; I'd say it again if I had to. (And I'm sure I will. They card you every time you post in do_me_profsnape, donchaknow.)
Srsly tho. Brains are hot (or, I should say, are a minimum requirement). Snark is hot. A thin/scrawny build is hot. Dark hair hanging in dark eyes wrapped in dark clothing is hot. ("Greasiness" doesn't really bother me; there's a number of perfectly natural reasons for that, some of which my own real, live, Y-chromosome-bearing fiance suffers from, and hey, it gives more opportunities for fun activities like baths.) Long, thin fingers are merely icing on the cake.
As I said, he pushes a number of buttons. And I know from personal experience that if you hit a certain five out of ten, so to speak, the other five are a lot less strictly adhered to. Being accepting of me gets points in itself, even if you could use a visit to the orthodontist. ;)
For some reason I was thinking you might have grown up/had family in Canada.
In the future tense, I do (...oh dear, in-laws), but not until that piece of paper is signed.
You seem amazingly patient. Engaged since 2001?
February, in fact, so seven years in almost exactly a month. :) The class of immigrant he's going to be requires us to get married within 90 days of his entering the US, so I should be a "Mrs" within 6 months, for sure. (Ah, reducing my 11-letter maiden name to 4 letters. Such a timesaver!)
Erm, anyway. I seem amazingly Virgo with a Moon in Taurus, maybe. ;) Which is to say, yes; if I think something is important -- which I definitely think enotsola is -- I can display huge amounts of patience (what others might call "stubbornness" and "pigheadedness"). If I set my mind that I want something, unless you can logically convince me it's a bad idea, then you better just settle in and/or get out of the way.
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Date: January 17th, 2008 08:13 am (UTC)From:I think 25 was the last one I really paid any attention to. 21 is usually a biggie in the US, but my then-boyfriend's 21st, two years earlier, was enough for me, I think.
And what I don't get done must not have been something I was meant to do.
Pretty much. What, us worry? I have a peculiar sort of fatalism: whatever I did was something I must have been meant to do. It's not predestination, but "inevitability": the present grows out of the past. There are few things in my past I genuinely regret, even fewer as my perspective gets longer.
For example, at the time (~1996) I rued the choice not to apply to UCLA's film program; now, I know that if I had gone there, I would have stood a good chance of not having met aforesaid long-fiance, whom I consider my soulmate. (And then again, if that's really what he is, wouldn't I have met him anyway? Who knows! Schroedinger's universes! It's far too much for any one brain to worry about. Do what stirs you, and be excellent to each other; the rest falls into place.)
I like that you can acknowledge that you romanticize Snape.
SEVERUS IS HOT
There. I said it; I'd say it again if I had to. (And I'm sure I will. They card you every time you post in
Srsly tho. Brains are hot (or, I should say, are a minimum requirement). Snark is hot. A thin/scrawny build is hot. Dark hair hanging in dark eyes wrapped in dark clothing is hot. ("Greasiness" doesn't really bother me; there's a number of perfectly natural reasons for that, some of which my own real, live, Y-chromosome-bearing fiance suffers from, and hey, it gives more opportunities for fun activities like baths.) Long, thin fingers are merely icing on the cake.
As I said, he pushes a number of buttons. And I know from personal experience that if you hit a certain five out of ten, so to speak, the other five are a lot less strictly adhered to. Being accepting of me gets points in itself, even if you could use a visit to the orthodontist. ;)
For some reason I was thinking you might have grown up/had family in Canada.
In the future tense, I do (...oh dear, in-laws), but not until that piece of paper is signed.
You seem amazingly patient. Engaged since 2001?
February, in fact, so seven years in almost exactly a month. :) The class of immigrant he's going to be requires us to get married within 90 days of his entering the US, so I should be a "Mrs" within 6 months, for sure. (Ah, reducing my 11-letter maiden name to 4 letters. Such a timesaver!)
Erm, anyway. I seem amazingly Virgo with a Moon in Taurus, maybe. ;) Which is to say, yes; if I think something is important -- which I definitely think