Feb. 26th, 2010

csi_sanders1129: (fuck it)
So, I have approximately two hours left to do this paper and suddenly organizing my iTunes seems ridiculously necessary. God, can I procrastinate or can I procrastinate? Not to mention it's not terribly interesting anyway. I mean, a lot of the stuff we've covered in HIST101(The history class not taught by awesome!prof) has been interesting (especially stuff about Mentor/Protege relationships... *cough*Jason/Spinelli*cough*) but the professor is like way crazy about sources and stuff. Whereas all awesome!prof ever wants is our opinion. Therefore I am footnoting (gah, I hate footnote style) a two page essay on Thucydides concerning the Peloponnesian War. Actually, I am posting here instead of doing that, but, hey. Whatever.

ETA:... Well. That was supposed to have been a 500 word paper. I had it done right before I had to leave for work, went to submit it, and upon getting to the website, discovered that the stupid program wasn't sending me alerts for announcements/mails and that the professor had sent out a message saying 'Oh, by the way: 750-1000 words for that paper!' Thusly, I am now done the paper and... not at work.
csi_sanders1129: (fuck it)
So, I have approximately two hours left to do this paper and suddenly organizing my iTunes seems ridiculously necessary. God, can I procrastinate or can I procrastinate? Not to mention it's not terribly interesting anyway. I mean, a lot of the stuff we've covered in HIST101(The history class not taught by awesome!prof) has been interesting (especially stuff about Mentor/Protege relationships... *cough*Jason/Spinelli*cough*) but the professor is like way crazy about sources and stuff. Whereas all awesome!prof ever wants is our opinion. Therefore I am footnoting (gah, I hate footnote style) a two page essay on Thucydides concerning the Peloponnesian War. Actually, I am posting here instead of doing that, but, hey. Whatever.

ETA:... Well. That was supposed to have been a 500 word paper. I had it done right before I had to leave for work, went to submit it, and upon getting to the website, discovered that the stupid program wasn't sending me alerts for announcements/mails and that the professor had sent out a message saying 'Oh, by the way: 750-1000 words for that paper!' Thusly, I am now done the paper and... not at work.

WIP MEME

Feb. 26th, 2010 07:09 pm
csi_sanders1129: (wedding)
Post a sentence (or two or a paragraph) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.

1. “This would have to happen, wouldn’t it?” He asks himself as he checks his mirror again. Still there, closer. He thinks back to an article he read about how to lose a suspected tail. Figuring out if you have a tail is mostly about driving like you’re an idiot, Spinelli remembers the article claiming. He speeds up a bit, and the car does the same a moment later, or else it would risk losing him. He slows down, which forces his shadow to do the same. Speeds up again, signals a left-hand turn at a four way stop, but turns right. A moment passes and the car reappears. At the next four way, he doesn’t signal at all and wings it left.

2. “Aye aye, mon captain.” Comes Spinelli’s shaky and concerned reply, as the boat idles in the violent surf caused by the storm.

3. “Stone Cold?” He calls out softly, voice wavering in concern for a situation that would require such amounts of luggage. There’s no way it can mean what his brain has jumped to, can it? There’s no way Jason is leaving him a week before Christmas.

4. “Damian Spinelli.” He answered. “Perry and Harry? There’s a certain melodic ring to that.”

5. Spinelli buries his hands within the pockets of his hoodie. Its cold out, as one would expect with a half a foot of snow coating the ground, and he wills his messenger bag to stay situated on his shoulder so he doesn’t have to remove his hands from the warmth of their confines to readjust it. “Indeed, Stone Cold.” He says, nodding in response to the voice in his ear. Thank God for Bluetooth technology. “Your Jackal will look into those most suspicious reports when he returns. I have one brief stop to make and then I shall be en route to Casa de Stone Cold now.”

6. This is beyond confusing. Jason Morgan does not do anxious and awkward kissing scenes. At all. Especially with his self proclaimed protégé. Jason is all confidence and the epitome of manliness that his grasshopper has long since been trying to emulate. Despite this distinct contradiction against everything Spinelli thought he knew of his mentor, he nods and then Jason is kissing him again.

7. Damian Spinelli, half-drowsing in the summer sun, found himself abruptly startled back into total consciousness. His supposed best friend had evidently found it both amusing and necessary to douse his sun warmed skin in comparatively chilly ocean water.

8. Jason falls to his knees as an unbearable pain swallows him up. He feels bones actually crack and shift under his skin, and muscles pulsing as they, too, shift position. His t-shirt rips for a reason he has yet to fathom, and the rest of his clothes follow a few seconds later.

9. Spinelli leans over and slams his hand down on the horn, which startles both Jason and the girl. “Get in, Stone Cold!” He shouts, as the girl rounds to face him.

10. Damian Spinelli is bored out of his skull. The offices of McCall & Jackal are abandoned, but for himself. Even the heater seems to have decided not to bother functioning today. There’s nothing of interest within the realms of cyberspace – it seems everybody has something better to do on this chilly winter morning – and it is this collaboration of uninteresting stimuli combined that turn the day unfathomably dull.

11. “You cheated on him with a psychopath whose probably killed people and you get to be nitpicky about who he cheats on you with? You’d prefer a stranger off the street as opposed to someone he trusts?”

12. “-early for your rambling, Freak Boy.” He heard Sonny finish saying as he rounded the corner. “Ah, Jason. Good. Let’s get this over with.” Spinelli stood at the bottom of the stairs, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his pajama pants and his eyes on the floor.

13. The elder’s eyes narrowed in something not unlike fury, which was not unfounded, as Spinelli had just implied that he had been attacked by more than one person. Steering his roommate toward the couch, he said simply, “talk.”

WIP MEME

Feb. 26th, 2010 07:09 pm
csi_sanders1129: (wedding)
Post a sentence (or two or a paragraph) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.

1. “This would have to happen, wouldn’t it?” He asks himself as he checks his mirror again. Still there, closer. He thinks back to an article he read about how to lose a suspected tail. Figuring out if you have a tail is mostly about driving like you’re an idiot, Spinelli remembers the article claiming. He speeds up a bit, and the car does the same a moment later, or else it would risk losing him. He slows down, which forces his shadow to do the same. Speeds up again, signals a left-hand turn at a four way stop, but turns right. A moment passes and the car reappears. At the next four way, he doesn’t signal at all and wings it left.

2. “Aye aye, mon captain.” Comes Spinelli’s shaky and concerned reply, as the boat idles in the violent surf caused by the storm.

3. “Stone Cold?” He calls out softly, voice wavering in concern for a situation that would require such amounts of luggage. There’s no way it can mean what his brain has jumped to, can it? There’s no way Jason is leaving him a week before Christmas.

4. “Damian Spinelli.” He answered. “Perry and Harry? There’s a certain melodic ring to that.”

5. Spinelli buries his hands within the pockets of his hoodie. Its cold out, as one would expect with a half a foot of snow coating the ground, and he wills his messenger bag to stay situated on his shoulder so he doesn’t have to remove his hands from the warmth of their confines to readjust it. “Indeed, Stone Cold.” He says, nodding in response to the voice in his ear. Thank God for Bluetooth technology. “Your Jackal will look into those most suspicious reports when he returns. I have one brief stop to make and then I shall be en route to Casa de Stone Cold now.”

6. This is beyond confusing. Jason Morgan does not do anxious and awkward kissing scenes. At all. Especially with his self proclaimed protégé. Jason is all confidence and the epitome of manliness that his grasshopper has long since been trying to emulate. Despite this distinct contradiction against everything Spinelli thought he knew of his mentor, he nods and then Jason is kissing him again.

7. Damian Spinelli, half-drowsing in the summer sun, found himself abruptly startled back into total consciousness. His supposed best friend had evidently found it both amusing and necessary to douse his sun warmed skin in comparatively chilly ocean water.

8. Jason falls to his knees as an unbearable pain swallows him up. He feels bones actually crack and shift under his skin, and muscles pulsing as they, too, shift position. His t-shirt rips for a reason he has yet to fathom, and the rest of his clothes follow a few seconds later.

9. Spinelli leans over and slams his hand down on the horn, which startles both Jason and the girl. “Get in, Stone Cold!” He shouts, as the girl rounds to face him.

10. Damian Spinelli is bored out of his skull. The offices of McCall & Jackal are abandoned, but for himself. Even the heater seems to have decided not to bother functioning today. There’s nothing of interest within the realms of cyberspace – it seems everybody has something better to do on this chilly winter morning – and it is this collaboration of uninteresting stimuli combined that turn the day unfathomably dull.

11. “You cheated on him with a psychopath whose probably killed people and you get to be nitpicky about who he cheats on you with? You’d prefer a stranger off the street as opposed to someone he trusts?”

12. “-early for your rambling, Freak Boy.” He heard Sonny finish saying as he rounded the corner. “Ah, Jason. Good. Let’s get this over with.” Spinelli stood at the bottom of the stairs, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his pajama pants and his eyes on the floor.

13. The elder’s eyes narrowed in something not unlike fury, which was not unfounded, as Spinelli had just implied that he had been attacked by more than one person. Steering his roommate toward the couch, he said simply, “talk.”

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