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  I am so tired...

Shall I let you in on what has happened over the past few days?
Why not. That's what you're here for, aren't you?
Okay, so, let's pick a few things and go over them:

I handed in my thesis: This is probably cause for celebration, or would be, if I had time to edit it properly and hand it in in a state that I could be proud of. I'm not actually proud of my efforts with that, and I wish it would all go away. I have to give my seminar on friday, and then if I choose to, I don't have to ever think about it again, but given that I want to go back and finish off all my unfinished business, I will think about it lots before the summer is over.
I got rather seriously flamed: Well, it happens to the best of us. You state your opinion on the internet, and someone is always going to shoot you down. But yes, stating an opinion can be dangerous. In this case, I took on one of the biggest sooks in sailor moon fanfiction, Princess Destiny*, whose story "Spin the Bottle" has been voted "the most overrated fic ever" two years running. The Princess has gotten herself quite a reputation for not being able to handle even constructive criticism over the years, and it's hardly surprising that she'd flip out when someone who has previously been nothing but polite and friendly to her (even if I don't much enjoy her fanfiction, she's not a bad person). However, she and her groupies decided to get nasty when I pointed out that a source of much confusion and recent bad feeling on her mailing lists came about because of the Rating System she uses at her archives. I pointed out, in a calm and rational tone, that people get confused because in the systems they are familiar with (usually the American one), NC-17 is a higher rating than R, and that no one wants to have to look up a page on her website to find out just how messed up the fanfiction they are reading is. In the old days when fanfiction.net allowed such things, I'd read R rated stories, but never NC. Makes sense, as no one wants to read that smut. But when Princess Destiny's archives have that round the "wrong" way (ie. not what people expect), you get all sorts of confusion. Pointing this out to the group just resulted in me being flamed for being a troublemaker and not a good and friendly fan of the supreme fanfic goddess who is Princess Destiny. Well, I couldn't be arsed replying to the flames, so I just up and left all the yahoo groups I was subscribed to that she was on. It wasn't worth it, especially considering that she was the only person posting fanfiction to most of them anyway. If anyone has any quality fanfiction that needs reading and reviewing, send it my way, I'd be only too happy to help.
I lost my webring: I realised yesterday that my old old email (webmaster@sailordarkmoon.zzn.com) expired, so I went to webring to change all my preferences there, and found that my webring has been passed on to someone else's care. Just wonderful. I send an email to webring about it, and all I get back is a reply from the new list owner about all the changes they have made to the group now that they inherited it. Hello? What part of "I want my group back please" don't you get? Well, should it come to pass that they don't give me my list back, I'm going to send a nasty email to webring.org and bail out of all of their services too. It's not like I need the minute amounts of traffic they are directing my way.
I got asked to be in a commercial/documentary/thing convincing high school students to come to Macquarie: And I have not a clue what it's about. Well, aside from what I wrote above. Not sure what to wear, or say, or anything really, other than I have a meeting with a film crew to attend this week.
All my friends are busy studying: I'm not really complaining about this, it's just a statement of one of the many reasons why I feel like crap right about now. No one to talk to (with the exception of Brendan, but I drove him away).
I drove Brendan away: While partaking of my bad mood, I decided that I'd had enough of Brendan constantly telling me that he was going to fail his exams instead of studying, so I told him to get lost and take his negativity with him. Unfortunately, he did just that, so I'm kind of hoping that I haven't destroyed our friendship with one bitchy remark.
I wrote a new story: and didn't get a single comment for it. Of course, I haven't posted it here, but I'm not sure I will now. You know how much I lack in self-confidence. Not getting a single remark for a story I wrote just kinda removed all of my faith in my writing abilities.
I'm out of blackcurrent pastelles: This isn't so much a complaint as a statement of fact. I need more lollies in my room.
And on that note, I'm going to bed.

* Note: I found this image while searching for more references, and I couldn't stop laughing. Hooray for google image search.

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