#< has a 500 word essay to write by tomorrow

[maple-leaf-in-autumn]

god i can't wait to be done with all these writing-heavy classes. i'm sick of 'em.

[cazperx-x]

Hi there! I’m new to your blog but LOVE the Gareth content! Would I be able to request a fic with him and an ace! Reader? Maybe where someone at school tries to make some comment about the reader ruining her chances of anyone else dating her after sleeping with Gareth and he defends her, partially because she’s told him how she feels about that stuff and her lack of interest in it? I just never see enough ace representation and I feel like he’d be defensive of that aspect of a person’s identity. Thank you in advance and if you can’t that’s okay! I hope you have a lovely day!! -&

Oooo I love this idea, especially as an ace person myself

Honey Lemon

Gareth Emerson x Ace!reader

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“Look, lovebug, like I said before, I don’t care.“

“You sure?” You looked at your boyfriend worriedly. You’d just come out to him as asexual, and although you knew Gareth wasn’t the type of person to care about those things, you couldn’t help but worry.

“Do you want it in writing? Or a 500-word essay? Yes, I don’t care about those things, and yes, I would love to keep dating.” Gareth smiled at you and squeezed your hand, calming your nerves.

“Okay, Mr. Smartie pants. I would like a 500-word essay about how much you love me by tomorrow.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

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“Hey, Y/n,” 

You sighed and turned around. 

“What do you want Jason?” You groaned. 

“Hey hey, I just want to talk. You know if you didn’t sit at the freaks table you’d be pretty popular. You already have the looks.” Jason smirked, and you immediately felt uncomfortable.

“Whatever Jason. And if you didn’t already know I’m in a very happy relationship with Gareth Emerson, so can you kindly fuck off?” You rolled your eyes. 

Jason scowled. “You know you’ve ruined your chances of anyone else dating you right?” 

You just gave Jason the bird and started walking away, but he jumped in front of you. 

“Did you not hear me? Or do I need to be more clear? You should really stop telling people you two fuck, it’s ruining your public image.” He grimaced, and you struggled to find a response. 

“I- u-um- I’m not really into that type of shit Jason.”

“Oh really? Or was sex with him so shitty you just convinced yourself that? I bet I could show you something really nice, maybe even change your mind.”

“Fuck off Jason. Leave her alone.” 

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and turned to see your true knight in shining armor, Gareth Emerson. 

“What do you want freak?”

“I want you to fuck off and leave my girlfriend alone.” He crossed his arms, and you took this opportunity to back away from Jason.

“Or what? Or are you just scared of revealing the details of your boring sex life?” Jason spat, before noticing you walking away and grabbing your wrist. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Before you could process what was going on you saw a fist fly into Jason’s face and him stumbling to the floor, consequently pulling you with him. 

Jason just sat there silent for a second, before looking up at your boyfriend. 

“Oh, you’ve done it now freak.” He stumbled up before punching Gareth and shoving him into the locker behind them, with Gareth struggling to break free. 

“Admit it freak.”

“Admit what?”

“Admit you suck at sex and you convinced poor poor Y/n over here that she doesn’t like sex at all. Probably one of your cult's curses to make her stay with you. Or at the very least admit you fucked her.”

“How about you fuck yourself? Oh wait, you can’t, it’s too small.” Gareth grinned before Jason slammed him into the locker even harder. 

“Very funny freak.”

“Thank you, I try my best.” Gareth kneed Jason in the crotch and pressed his foot into Jason’s quest once he was down.

“Don’t talk about Y/n like that again, got it?” Gareth warned, but before Jason could respond you pulled Gareth into the nearest bathroom. 

After a few seconds of silence, you both worriedly asked each other the same thing, 

“Are you okay?!”

You looked at the boy with a bloody and bruised face, who was looking back at you with a genuinely worried look on his face. 

“What do you mean am I okay? Gareth I stumbled to the floor and you got punched in the face and shoved into a locker. You’re bleeding, and at most I'm a little bruised.” You turned towards the sink to wet a paper towel to clean up his face. 

“Yeah I know but like I meant okay, like… mentally.” You could struggle to hear Gareth struggle to find the right words. 

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“Like, I heard all the shitty stuff Jason was saying about you, and you heard the shit he was trying to get me to say, I just wanted to know if you were okay. I know how you feel about that type of stuff. And like, I wanted to let you know if you need to cry o-or something to like hug, or, whatever.” 

You smiled at your boyfriend, who was turned towards the stalls in the hope you wouldn’t notice his cheeks turning red. As much as he tried to play tough, especially in front of people like Jason and Hellfire, you knew he was a big softie inside. 

“Honey lemon? Look at me?” You only called Gareth honey lemon on special occasions, usually just calling him Gare or Emerson. 

His eyes widened and he quickly turned to you, before you gave him a bear hug. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Feel like my brain has been taken out and replaced with cotton wool

[hp-imagines-07]

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Sirius Black x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Universe: Harry Potter; The Marauders era

Type: PURE FLUFF, ok a bit angsty but really, nothing much

Summary: [y/n] had been overwhelming herself with plenty of stuff and Sirius just wants to help her because he loves her.

Request: yes|NO - pls send more requestssss

Prompt: xxx

Warnings: just cursing really

Song: xxx

Word Count: 1.3K (kinda of a blurb)

Posted: 15th of October 2020 - !PART OF 500 FOLLOWERS' CELEBRATION!

A/N: ok, i wanted to write a pure fluff one for Sirius and here it is!! it's not really big but i hope you like it bc it's just cringing fluff

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As [y/n] felt her eyes heavy and starting to close as an instinct, she dropped her quill at the table and rubbed her eyes on the hardest way possible (without hurting herself, obviously) to take all the sleepiness far away from the bloody busy girl she has been being the last couple of weeks.

After a long breath, [y/n] grabbed the quill again and came back to the essay Slughorn had asked for everyone - except for his dearest students fucking dipshit - to the next class. Well, he had asked for this essay more than a week ago, but just as [y/n] started to read the book about the topic asked, the full moon got before she had time to think anything related to classes.

The Marauders never let her help them outside, so [y/n] would always wait for them at the common room, but this one was by far the worst of the year. Remus had transformed before they got to the safe place in the forest and where he couldn't come back to Hogwarts and attack people there, so they (basically James and Sirius, because Peter couldn't help much on his animagus form) had to contain him the farthest away from the castle, what caused a lot more bruises than the expected.

[y/n] first helped an almost-passing-out Remus, who couldn't remember what happened outside but was feeling so bad with himself that not even all of them made him feel a little bit better. Then, after Moony and Wormtail went to sleep, [y/n] helped James and Sirius with their worst bruises and cuts until the very late night.

Besides the fact that [y/n] was tutoring a third-year in Charms almost every day (because, oh, the little boy needed help with the new spells...), McGonnagal had been overwhelming her with Prefect duties. It wasn’t on purpose, Minerva just never thought that it was too much for her because [y/n] never said anything and always accepted any challenge.

But the girl was so overwhelmed…

The first one to notice was Marlene. She saw how [y/n] was barely getting any hours of sleep by being awake in the middle of the night plenty of times with the girl cursing under her breath while getting something wrong on the paper. Then Marlene talked to Lily, who is a heavy sleeper and didn't notice the missing hours of sleep from their best-friend.

After Marlene talked to Lily about [y/n], the red-headed started to notice the big bags under [y/n]'s eyes, the tiredness on her voice, how she dressed the first clothes that appeared in front of her, the way she was always looking so stressed over something that no one could point to… 

Lily then, warned Sirius about how his girlfriend needed his help more than ever and she also told him to not ask her if she wanted his help to anything, because the fucking stubborn woman would never accept help from anyone else.

And when Sirius saw [y/n] almost crying with angriness over her essay at the other side of the common room, he knew that was the moment he should act as the perfect boyfriend he was and help his love. Ignoring all the questioning looks the other three Marauders sent on his way by suddenly getting up and forgetting all about the prank they were planing on a few Slytherins, Sirius got up from the chair he was sitting at and walked in the direction of [y/n].

As the girl started to write again with her quill and the harder part being to keep her eyes open, Sirius sat on the chair beside her making [y/n] jump in surprise. "My God..." She muttered with her hand above her heart and trying to calm it down.

"Sorry for the little scare, love," Sirius said and grabbed [y/n]'s quill from her hand and closed her book before she could even protest. "but now, I'm taking you to bed..." Sirius started putting all [y/n]'s belongings on her bag while she tried to hold a few things back and protest with him, but Sirius wouldn't just give up.

Just when he had finished, Sirius began listening to her. "What the fuck, Sirius?!" The girl said furiously at her boyfriend, that gulped with her angry expression. "I need to finish this essay today! What do you think you're doing?" Sirius didn't give himself the work to answer all the questions she was throwing at him, but just threw her over his shoulder instead. "Sirius Orion Black put me down right now! I swear I'm gonna kill you, you bastard!" [y/n] screamed at him, while struggling to make him put her back down.

"[y/n] [y/l/n], shut up and let me take care of you." He simply said and she just groaned out in frustration, [y/n/n] knew that whatever she did to make him put her down wouldn't work, and just let him take her to wherever Sirius wanted for her to be.

Sirius started to walk towards the girls’ dormitory but just as he stepped his foot, the stairs became a slider and he found himself being grateful that he wouldn't be able to take [y/n] to her dorm, where there were plenty of tired girls already sleeping. So he turned around and walked upstairs to his still empty dorm with [y/n] over his left shoulder and her bag over his right one.

The first thing he did after passing through his door was to put [y/n] down. "Thank God, I was becoming nauseated on that position..." She muttered under her breath when her feet touched the floor. "Why did you bring me here, Sirius?" [y/n] asked with a monotonous tone and sat at his bed, knowing that he wouldn't give [y/n]'s bag back to her.

"You need to rest my love..." He started while walking to his bed and standing in front of her but just as his girlfriend was going to protest with him, he continued. "Don't worry about your Potions essay, I'll finish that for you tomorrow while you take care of the tasks Minnie gave you… Just don't worry, ok?" Sirius asked with both of his hands on [y/n]'s cheeks, making her look at him right in the eyes and she softly nodded at him, already feeling her eyes heavy with his caring and loving touch.

In a matter of minutes [y/n] was wearing just one of Sirius' favourite muggle-band shirt and sleep shorts and Sirius was getting ready to bed with her.

Both of them laid on his bed, under the warm and comfy blankets and held each other as close as they could. "How long has it been that we didn't do this?" Sirius muttered with closed eyes and sleepy voice.

"I don't know… But I'm never letting you go again." [y/n] whispered back against his neck and softly sighed. "It feels like it's been years since I got relaxed like this for the last time..."

Sirius just hummed back at her, but too focused on her touch to care. [y/n]'s body was laying above his, with their legs tangled together, her head buried on the crook of his neck, his nose feeling her scent coming from her hair, her soft hands resting on his bare shoulders and his hands under her (his) shirt caressing her back.

"I love you." "I love you, my love."

[y/n] fell asleep in a question of seconds while Sirius was trying to memorize this feeling of their bodies pressed against each other.

It was in moments like this that Sirius knew that home wasn't a place where you lived and it was comfortable, home was a person who you can always ask for help when needed and it doesn't matter where you'll feel like you're home.

[y/n] is Sirius' home and he couldn't be more grateful to be hers.

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[bellylivesthepoguelife]

Overwhelmed. John B x Sarah

Request: Hi! How about a college related drabble? Sarah is super overwhelmed with exams coming up and calls John B starting to panic. He comes to see her and plans a whole night to distract her and comfort her 🥰

Word Count: 1.7K

A/N: I know that I didn’t QUITE follow the whole request on this, but it was getting a bit long, so I hope that makes up for it! I wrote this after I wrote the 500 words of pure angst for these two, so I apologize if it’s a little too angsty. Also, I’m still trying to get comfortable writing the comedic/banter parts of a lot of the pogues relationships. (I’m just not naturally witty so I really have to try!) Anyways, I hope you like it! Please let me know what you think!

Heroes and Villains of the Middle Ages was not a class that Sarah Cameron would have ever taken for fun. But when it satisfied one of her General Education requirements, it's not like she really had much of a choice in the matter. The fact that the professor was about as fascinating as the girls from high school that messaged her saying she'd be a "perfect fit" for joining their pyramid marketing business didn't help. So having to write an essay on 4 chapters of her "textbook" (each chapter ranging anywhere between 30-50+ pages long) was grating her brain, as she legitimately has zero desire to complete it.

An hour into her attempt to read the assigned chapters had her overwhelmed. She couldn't even pretend to find the content interesting, she had no clue how she was going to write a 1,000 word essay on it, and to put the icing on the cake: this was one of four that needed to be completed in the next two weeks as part of her final exam. Exasperated at the thought, she throws the book half way across the room as she finished the second chapter. Making it halfway through warrants a break, right?

She scrolls through instagram to allow her brain to run on auto-pilot for awhile. She scrolls past a photo JJ posted 43 minutes ago, of him, John B, and Kie hanging out at the Chateau. JJ snapped the photo, Kie leaning into him, laughing, while John B is in the background making a "you-caught-me-doing-something-I-shouldn't-have" face, no doubt saying something resulting in the laughs from the other two.

The picture makes her smile. Not just because it's of her friends, but also because between John B and JJ, they'll do just about anything to make their friends laugh. It causes her heart to flutter, and she decides to call him to further distract herself.

It doesn't take long for him to pick up, but it's not John B who answers the phone, it's JJ. "Hey Princess! How's college treatin' ya?!"

"Busy, boring, and yet still somehow not captivating enough to keep me from missing you."

"Oh, so you do miss me."

She rolled her eyes, "of course I do JJ."

"Not as much as you miss JB though, I'm sure." There's a pause, but before she can respond he's rushing out the words: "Oh, speaking of! Okay, Here's John B, I'll talk to you later, love you bye!"

She can tell John B is pulling the phone away from him by the decrescendo of his voice as he gets farther from the microphone. However, the sound of her boyfriends voice filling the speaker at her ear makes her smile even more.

"Hey Val." He greets, and she can tell he's smiling.

"Vlad. I must say it is nice to know that JJ misses me. Even though he won't admit it in as many words."

"Yeah, I think it's safe to say we all do."

"Is Kie still there?"

"Nah, she has to work tomorrow so she went home about 20 minutes ago. How did you know she was over?"

"I saw the picture JJ posted on instagram."

"Ahhh, yeah, that would explain it." She heard him walking around, saying goodnight to JJ before closing what she assumed was the door to his bedroom.

"Did y'all have fun?"

"We did- JJ what the hell, I just told you goodnight." He must have opened the door to John B's room.

Sarah could hear JJ say, "yeah but I didn't say goodnight to Princess! Night Princess!" He calls louder, making sure she can hear him.

"Goodnight JJ!" She calls back, knowing she was more than likely on speaker phone.

"Night Birdshit!" is the last thing she hears before she hears the door slam.

John B is back on the phone in an instant. "I swear, I might actually kill him tonight."

She laughs at their antics, and a bittersweet feeling settles in her chest as she realizes just how much she misses her friends.

"So," John B starts again, "How's your homework coming?"

Sarah scoffs. "Don't remind me."

"That bad?"

"It's just this class is so boring!" He's heard her rant about it a million times, but he lets her do it again. "I mean, it's a 400 level class. And I understand those are the more difficult ones, but--fuck--this is hard, and it's not even interesting in the slightest!"

"Which makes it only about a million times worse."

"It does!" She agrees, thankful that he's empathetic to her suffering. "And I have my Chemistry final next week, and my English 102 research paper due the week after. Nevermind the final project for my Geology, and Quantitative Reasoning class that I've only just started on--" She's ranting, and she knows it.

"Woah. Easy there, Val." He chuckles despite her. "You'll work yourself up."

"I am worked up!" The more she talks, the more overwhelmed she gets, and soon she realizes she's pacing her small room. "I just want to come home." The confession almost stuns her as she's catapoulted into a sea of homesickness, and even the knowledge that she'll be home for the summer in two weeks time doesn't even begin to calm the waves.

"You'll be home in a couple weeks, babe. Just 2 more, and then you're mine for the summer."

She knows he's trying to change her perspective, but she's not in the mood tonight. She's sad, and wants the space to allow herself to be sad. A half-hearted "yeah" is all she manages.

"Hey," John B doesn't miss the dejected tone of her voice, realizing how upset she truly is. "It's gonna be alright, Val. 2 more weeks is a piece of cake after the past seven months."

They'd seen each other since she started college, of course, but even then, the last time they were together was when she came home for Wheezie's lacrosse game 5 weeks ago. And after spending almost every day of last summer together, the distance began to do it's damage. Not on their relationship, no, their relationship was still so, so good. It was just on nights like tonight, when she was so overwhelmed that no matter what she thought of, it only made the drowning feeling three times worse.

She feels her throat tighten and before it even registers that she's getting emotional, she feels the gentle pricks behind her eyes indicating it won't be long and she'll be crying. "It's just really hard right now." She confesses, annoyed with how her voice is full of emotion, which is going to cause John B to go into his protective, "I'll-be-your-hero-and-fix-everything" mode.

And sure as shit, his tone becomes softer, and he's building her up. "I know it is, Sarah, but you're doing so well. I know this has been an adjustment for you, and for us, and it hasn't been easy, but you've been doing so well. You're killing it at college, and you only have these last two weeks, these last exams and projects and then you're home for the summer."

She nods, knowing that he's speaking truth, but still feeling discouraged. "It's just, everything's happening at once right now, and I'm just so overwhelmed, and there's just so much pressure riding on these last projects, and--I just want you."

"What do you mean?" She can tell he's laughing at her rambling confession.

"I mean I just want you. I miss you, John B." Great, that broke the dam, and now she's really crying. "I miss hugging you, and kissing you, and just being next to you. Because at least when I was home and busy, we were still together. Now I have to do all of this by myself, and I just feel so alone, and I just want to come home." She didn't intend to share all of these subconscious thoughts and feelings when she called him on the phone. She had initially just called for a distraction, and to see how JJ and Kie were doing. But sometimes the breakdowns come when you least expect them.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" The question is not how she expected him to respond.

She sniffs, thinking through what her Saturday plans were. "I'm- going to finish this essay, probably work on my projects, and study?" She phrases it like a question, even though she's answering his. After hearing silence for a little too long, she adds, "Why?"

"I'm on my way."

"What?" If she wasn't expecting him to ask what she was doing tomorrow, she REALLY doesn't expect him to say he's coming to see her at 10pm on a Friday.

"What do you mean you're on your way."

"I'm coming to see you." He answers as if it's the simplest thing in the world. She can hear his smile as he talks, probably patting himself on the back for being the hopeless romantic, her knight in shining armor, coming to distract her from her scholarly obligations.

"John B, you don't have to do that." Of course, she wants him to. But it's a ways to drive, and she knows his van isn't cheap to fill with gas.

"Shut up Val." He laughs. "I'm going to spend the weekend with you. But on one condition." He thinks, and then doubles back. "Okay, two conditions."

She rolls her eyes, always thinking there's no way she can be more in love with this man, and then he does stuff like this to prove her wrong. "And what are your conditions?"

"One. You have to write your essay. And I'm going to help you study. You don't just get a 'get out of jail free' card just because your man is coming to see you." He gets her to laugh with that one.

"My man?"

"Yes. That is what I am, isn't it? Your man?"

"Sure. And what's the second condition?"

"You have to buy me my own bag of Skinny Pop." Her eyes automatically roll for probably the 15th time tonight. "Okay, agreed. I will go to the store, and buy you your own bag of Skinny Pop."

"And you can't have any of it." He ammends.

"Alright, fine. And I won't have any of it." She grudgingly agrees.

"Deal."

"Deal."

"That settles it then! I'm on my way!"

"Drive safe, loser."

"I love you, Sarah."

She smiles to herself. "I love you too, John B."

"I'm serious though, don't eat my Skinny Pop before I get there."

[the-resurrection-3d]

mid-November check-in

Was going to write this yesterday but When Your Mental Has Illness, lol. I'm feeling much better, finally -- got my essay draft turned in on time and only noticed two obvious spelling errors after I'd already submitted. Not sure what I'm going to tell Dr. Prof. Girlboss at the staff meeting tomorrow but. Whatever. I'll deal.

So far we're up to 247, 759 words for the year and 25, 239 for the month! So I'm honestly very close to where I'd need to be if I was doing NaNoWriMo. I'm not gonna specifically push myself to reach 50k, but I have so many writing assignments due that I'm very curious how close I'll get "organically." Last month I reached 47.2k so it's not like getting close is gonna require a lot of extra effort on my part.

I wonder if I'll reach 300k by the end of the year-- I mean, I do have a 20-page paper due for linguistics, and a 8-10 page paper for duck tits class on top of the actual duck tits project (which itself will end up being about 14.5 pages). Hmm. I guess we'll see.

Today I only have a very brief presentation to prepare for, so I'm gonna try to finish the Massimo+Alberto bonding I'd alluded to yesterday. I have some dialogue and a strong idea, but I'm aiming for it to be a flash fic like "what I know now." Further, the editor that published "Monica" and who I'd infodumped to about bronies who fuck dolls is guest editing on a zine about body horror, which I'd initially thought I could submit a revision of "a dream among the sharks" to, but alas, their word cap is 500. So instead I think I'm going to finish one of the Nickberto prose poems I have laying around and submit that instead.

What else, what else-- oh yeah! The Berlin fic is up to 4.8k. I need to go through and re-outline it. We'll see how that pans out.

[studyspiration-coffee]

how to study efficiently

don’t spend more time more time making your notes than actually revising them

note-taking itself honestly isn’t the best study method when used by itself; you’re overloading your brain with content and you can go on autopilot very quickly 

the key to note-taking being extremely useful for your studying is making testable notes. before uni I was into flashcards, but I was definitely guilty of making the mistake I first outlined; taking forever to actually flashcard everything and not using the flashcards enough times. the easiest way to get around this is making cornell notes, and I 100% recommend doing so digitally.

type your lecture/class notes like you would normally, and then in a separate document, create a table with two columns and make the column on the left side significantly narrower. copy the lecture notes you took and paste them into the larger column on the right. colour code these notes if you wish (I recommend it). I personally underline headings, use arrow subheadings, have yellow highlight for terms and bolded orange for any important information.

write the cue questions in the narrower column. 

this cuts down the time you take to actually organise/make your revision notes like no tomorrow, so when exams come around you can just say the cue question, recite the information verbally or write down your answer depending on what type of learner you are, and write down the information you missed on a blank sheet of paper.

rule of thumb: don’t handwrite EVERYTHING. it takes forever, and time is of the essence. type the things that will help you understand content, handwrite content that is super vital/you struggle with, which are definitely not mutually exclusive. think of typing as the bones and flesh, handwriting for the bones and any flesh that you keep forgetting about. weird analogy, let’s move on.

don’t listen to music when you study. or at least, try not to. this is crazy for me to say personally, because in high school I HAD to have music to be able to do any work. but first year has led to this bizarre shift of not listening to anything at all, and I recommend trying it out. if it’s still not working, I have a suggestion; listen to a genre of music that you NEVER or RARELY ever listen to in any other area of your life (preferably a genre with limited words). for me that was jazz. that way, you’ll only associate the playlist with studying. sometimes when I have zero motivation, I play my jazz playlist to get myself working, and then around 5 minutes in I have to pause the playlist to focus on my work. i never thought that would ever happen but here we are.

this one’s a little more ~controversial~ but don’t take super rigid and routinely breaks. say you have a system of studying for an hour and taking a ten minute break. a lot of the time, this will work and satisfy you. but sometimes, you’ll get to around the half an hour mark, and already feel tired/drained/antsy/not in the mood/done with the content already, you name it. it’s better to take a micro break then to re-energise so you can plough through that revision than wait for your scheduled break; you’ll probably spend the rest of the hour unfocused and impatient, and by the time you get to your break you'll probably end up taking a much longer one than you anticipated because you were tired long before. will you ever actually return to your work that day? hm.

so, allow flexibility for study and break times. 

examples of micro breaks; making a beverage, writing a quick journal entry, decluttering your desk (depending on how messy your desk is tbh, don’t worry, we’ve all been there), checking the news, staring at the wall for a bit (again, we’ve all been there), finding study quotes on google, looking at pictures of Elle Woods etc etc etc

if you’re in a time crunch and you can’t do as many timed essays as you need, please type up essay plans (I say type instead of handwrite because typing makes it 500 times easier to edit and add sections). low-key for certain subjects plans can be more helpful than writing full essays

past papers are your best friend, but only if you; mark them, write down why you got an answer wrong (usually best for calculations or mcq), edit your response with the marking criteria (usually best for short answers), rewrite the marking criteria word for word if your answer and the criteria answer are vastly different (i.e the energy of reading and comparing the two and wondering if the responses were for two completely different questions or alas even courses), redo the questions you get wrong (all of them pls). simply doing a past paper and adding some ticks and crosses here and there isn’t going to do anything, there’s no magic involved.

voice memos are also extremely helpful, especially if you’re an auditory learner. don’t drone out information for each topic word for word (the voice notes will be like three hours long, and if that isn’t enough to demotivate future you, listening to it will feel...well...will you feel anything at all? that’s the true question), but definitely record yourself explaining a topic or question type to yourself. voice memos are also really great for working on assignments. trying to flesh out your thesis? record yourself and title it thesis. trying to figure out what the heck your arguments should be? record yourself and title it what the heck are my arguments. trying to understand a crucial part of set reading? title it help me what is happening with ‘title of set reading’

definitely not saying you have to use all of the above study strategies at once (oh my), but I hope that integrating one of them into your study routine (or even using just one, it’s all about studying less but studying well) helps you out!

[harryhoney-bee]

Burn out

Y/N feels stress with University

Words: 1.3K

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Being a Uni student is not easy, and Y/N knows it completely.

The girl was in her 2° year, studying English Literature; Every semester the content of classes gets denser, and the among of essays and tests increases considerably, and Y/N was tired, really tired.

In two weeks, she has to hand in a 500-word analysis about the raw writing of Bukowski, study for an exam about modern poetry and do a group project, which none of those involved, besides her, were paying enough attention, so Y/N have to do all the work.

Consequently, when she arrives at home, she breaks down completely. Glad that Harry was nowhere to be seen. She didn’t want to bother him with her problems, he already had so much going on in the studio, he didn’t need another one at home too.

And to make the situation better, she forgot her umbrella, and poured rain all day long, the poor girl was soaked.

Y/N takes off her shoes, freeing her foot from being cloistered all day, putting her shoes by the door, next thing to go off is the wet coat, which she puts right in the dryer. Her school bag is long forgotten on the couch, as the girl goes up to the second floor, where she shared a room with her boyfriend.

She opens the wardrobe and grabs some of Harry’s shirt and a new pantie, going straight to the bathroom, preparing a bath. As the bathtub was filing, she checks on her phone, and she finds 17 messages, all from Harry, some of them were:

“Hey baby, how are u?”

“I know you are probably busy in school, but I love you.”

“Don’t forget your lunch.”

“Baby, it’s raining bad, are you ok?”

“love, I am stuck at the studio :/ I won’t make it until dinner time, I’m sorry.”

Her face falls when she read the last message, she had a lot to do, but she still wanted to at least have dinner with him, but she answers with a kind text, not wanting to worry him.”

“HI H, I’m fine, I just got home from Uni.”

“Please don’t overwork yourself, baby.”

“Don’t worry about dinner, I’ll order a pizza or something.”

Seeing that the tub was already full, the girl strips from her clothes, feeling the cold hair meeting with her skins, causing goosebumps.

Her feet touch the hot water, and all of her body follows next, she sits on the tub, trying to relax, but her brain it’s overthinking about every little thing she has to do, so she doesn’t stay on the water for too long, wanting to start to do her schoolwork right away.

She dresses in the clothes she picked, going straight to her notebook on the writing desk, starting to search and write about Bukowski.

When she finishes, she feels like a little bit of the weight on her shoulder dissapered; Feeling confident enough she goes to her professor’s email, sending the essay, at the same time she sends, she receives an email herself, it was from Mrs. Mariety, the transcendentalist movement’s professor, there was a document attached, announcing that she expects that in two weeks the students will have read at least 2 books of Walt Whitman.

Y/N feels tears in her eyes. She barely finished an assignment and already is another thing to be done.

Harry, who has just got home, was trying to be as silent as possible, as he thought she was fast asleep, leaving his shoes by the door, he goes to their shared room, on his tiptoes, but he frowned as soon as he hears crying sounds.

“Y/N?” He askes entering the room, as soon as he sees his girl on her desk, he goes directly in her direction; Getting on his knees by the desk, so he could be in her eyes level.

“What is wrong, baby girl?” He pets her head.

Y/N does not look into his eyes, feeling ashamed of her crying state. She just shakes her head, putting it down, so he wouldn’t see her face.

He grabs her chin, making her look at him. Cupping her cheeks, to clean up the tears, he asks:

“Baby, can you please talk to me? Are you hurt? In pain? Tell me, I can make it better”

The girl struggles to talk, her sobs commands her vocal cords.

“Ok, let’s go lay in bed, yeah?” He grabs her figure, taking her to the soft mattress.

He lays beside her, her head going straightly to his chest, getting his shirt wet duo to her tears. He scratches her back, trying to calm her down.

He finally hears her voice

“it’s the-the uni, H-Harry,” she says against his chest.

“What happened there? Did somebody did something to you?” He questions with concern.

“No, no one did nothing, it’s just a lot” She grabs Harry firmly, not wanting to let go.

Harry sits on the bed, bringing the girl to sit with him as well, now she was on his lap, head on the crook of his neck.

“I just finished a work, but then the Professor sent an email, saying we all should read 2 books for her class in two weeks, but I already have a test AND a group project, and they are just lazy and…”

“Love, look at me” He cups her cheeks, making her look at him “Your study it’s important, but what about your well-being darling? So tomorrow you’ll be taking a break with me, no studies, we gonna have a lazy day. You are burning out love, you aren’t going to be able to do anything if you are feeling that stress.”

“No Harry, I can’t, I need to finish those studies; I should start to study for the Modern Poetry test right now “ Y/n tries to leave his lap, but his hands grab into her hips.

“Nop, you gonna stay in bed with me.” Before she could protest, he continued “Tomorrow is Friday, our lazy day, you don’t have classes, and I don’t have to go to the studio. We are going to watch a lot of movies, and on the Saturday and Sunday, I’ll help you study for your test and help with your project. How does that sound? You will still study, but I won’t let you overwork yourself.”

“I don’t want to bother you, Harry, you don’t have to do this for me.” She says hugging him, hiding her face.

“Hey, none of that, look at me” The girl does as she was told “You never bother me, alright? I want to help my love and I will. Now come here, let me give you kisses”

Harry packs Y/N on her months, nose, forehead, cheeks and then tickles her on her belly, Y/N laughs instantly; Harry feels serotonin when he hears her giggles.

“How was the pizza you ordered for dinner?” he asks stopping the tickles

“I forget to have dinner” She gives an awkward smile when she sees his mad face “Don’t be mad, please.”

“Y/N, this is not the first time you forget to eat because of University, last time you almost fainted,” He notices her embarrassment, softening a little his voice “Baby, you need to eat, you know it, come on, I’ll make some dinner for my pretty girl.”

“I’m sorry Harry, won’t happen anymore.”

“I know you won’t, I’ll keep an eye on you” He winks at her “No let’s go to the kitchen.”

He holds her, grabbing on her butt, so she won’t fall. While on the stairs, Harry kisses her cheeks.

“My little genius.”

[tailah-haderson-gilbert]

Day 30/31 of writing everyday

Hey all!! second last day today and it’s a bit different.  I hope you enjoy!! It is 568 words

Disclaimer: swearing, mentions of death

P.S. no editing done

Coming up to the end of a challenge is a weird thing.

I was laying in bed earlier and was thinking to myself ‘if i fell asleep right now then I wouldn’t have to write today’ but I only have 2 days left including today.

Why do our brains think that because there is only 2 days left that it’s close enough and we can stop now. Like I have 2 days left, and when I finish this it will be 1 and I’ve written for 31 days straight.

I don’t even think I wrote this much for essays in school, and I’m so proud of myself. What makes this even better for me is that I usually can’t self impose deadlines because my brain knows the person who set them and they are full of crap. But I know they aren’t important, except for fun and so they don’t get done and so it’s really annoying. Yet here I am!!

I thought writing everyday should have meant me writing fiction but I know now it’s just putting pen to paper, or in my case fingers to keys. I tried everyday to write something that was story based because isn’t that the thing others will want to read? But today I had that thought and so screw what everyone else wants, Tailah just wants to write and go to sleep, so that’s what I'm doing.

I have written things that were more thoughts but they weren’t, I don’t know how to phrase it, real? Like this is what’s happening now, the others were just thoughts that I have on occasion but don’t relate to my immediate life. I hope that makes sense, but I am known for not making sense and just being awfully confused.

I wish I could put emojis here. Because I write on my laptop and I am not putting XD all the time for when I write something ‘funny’, I think I’m hilarious but others may not. At the moment I am just writing to get to 500 words but I don’t want to put random stuff down like I’m doing right now by telling you, so I might write something.

But wait, I wanted to say I actually wrote ebay over 500 words everyday because of my monologues at the beginning, I write the stories on google docs and then copy and past but my beginning bits i write on tumblr so I don’t actually know how many words they are because I wasn’t counting them but I guess I am now XD.

Sit Down Universe

Light rain continuously drizzles from the sky, making sure puddles never fully dry. How is it that there are only 5 more days till Adien and Isaac are released and yet it feels like forever away? Syeda just wants her best friend out and somewhere safe and warm, oh and Isaac too of course.

The weather has been like this for days, It’s almost like it’s reflecting her mood, she thinks. How ironic would it be if she was the Warlock since the criteria didn’t line up with her at all. Now that would shock the pants off the royals and the kingdom, only they couldn’t really do anything about it, she was the queen. Not one person would dare to cross her for if they were wrong they would die and if they were right they would die trying.

I hope yo guys weren’t disappointed but if you were too bad, but please read tomorrow since it’s the last day. I don’t know if I should write something special or what? or just continue as I have been, coming up with it in the moment.

Day 29 - Day 31

[lesdian]

AP Lit has ruined me I'm in grad school and have a 500 word essay due tomorrow at 3 and what am I doing instead of writing it? on tumblr like its 2015 bc I know I will have it done at 2:55 tomorrow

[rainbluealoekitten]

My teacher: Before tomorrow, write two paragraphs about [insert topic] that will be used in your essay due next week. Oh, and in total this needs to be around 500 words. In total though, you'll have six paragraphs with the same.

Me: *Takes a super long time to write the two paragraphs*

Me: *Has a break down*

Me: *Realises I have only 107 words*

Me: *Has a break down*

Me: *Realises I'm submitting late*

Me: *Has a break down*

Me: Well. This was fun.

[eene-fangirl]

"Good morning sleeping beauty. How do you feel?" A sequel to the previous college Eds fic. Commission. 500-900 words.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR COMMISSION!

“Good morning sleeping beauty!” Eddy flipped open the shades. Groaning, Edd’s eyes stung from the bright light trying to shield himself with his pillow. Then he felt the bed jostle and someone sitting next to him. “How do you feel?” Eddy asked him.

Once Edd got used to the light he removed the pillow and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Stretching, Edd hummed as he cracked his bones, much to Eddy’s disgust. For someone who enjoyed cracking his own knuckles, he was such a fuzzy person.

“Refreshed!” Edd commented brightly. He smiled from ear to ear, looking very energetic. This was the best Edd looked in weeks. Eddy’s heart warmed finally seeing Edd look relaxed. The way he pushed himself to his limits worried him like Edd could have been hit by a car on the streets because he wasn’t paying attention. 

“That’s good. Your snoring wasn’t bad either!” Eddy teased.

“Oh hush!” And Eddy lightly whacked him with his pillow. Then he looked quizzically towards the window. “That’s odd.”

“What?”

“Unless I was seeing things wasn’t it raining early this morning?” Edd remarked, walking up to the window.

Eddy followed close behind, a grin on his face. “You slept for a looooong time, Double D!” Eddy sang in a sing-song tone of voice. 

Lifting his eyebrow, Edd was well aware of that tone. “Do you think something that I don’t, Eddy?” he confronted, placing his hands on his hips. 

That was when Ed walked into the room with a bag of donuts from their favorite donut shop which was just around the corner. “Oh, he’s finally up, Eddy! I thought you were going to turn into... who did you call him, Eddy? Vip Ran Sleepyhead?”

“Rip Van Winkle, lumpy!” Eddy corrected him.

“Gentleman, this teasing has been fun but I demand to know what is going on,” Edd warned the.

“Okay, okay! See, sockhead, it was almost seven in the morning when Ed and I tossed you into bed,” Eddy explained.

“Yes, I see.”

“It’s eleven am!” Ed announced.

While Edd was disappointed that he missed the test, didn’t deliver his research paper on time, and was behind on writing two papers, he felt at peace. “Gentleman, I can assure you that while I was stressed about my overscheduling and school work I have time to catch up with my studies. Tomorrow is Friday which gives me plenty of time.”

Ed’s entire face sunk. “Oh, you haven’t told him yet, Eddy?”

“Told me what?”

Now Eddy looked nervous, briefly giving Ed a stink eye for making him have to be the one to tell Edd. “Double D, you fell asleep at 7:00 am. You didn’t sleep for four hours.”

“That’s absurd! I feel well-rested,” Edd laughed at the statement.

Eddy gave him a ‘well duh’ look. “Today is Friday, Einstien!”

“Friday?” Edd blinked.

“Yeah, Double D, you slept for a whole twenty-four hours!” Ed explained to him as he counted down on his fingers. “We had no idea when you were going to wake up!”

Stone quiet, Edd looked as if he snapped. Both Ed and Eddy were cautious but on-guard in case Edd were to go insane. The neighbors never enjoyed the noise. Unfortunately, that was a con having their own apartment. 

“Do you think if we touched him he’d turn to dust, Eddy?” Ed pondered staring at Edd who was as stiff as a statue.

“You watch too many monster movies, Ed!”

Right then Edd exploded. “I SLEPT FOR TWENTY FOUR HOURS?!? HOW COULD I LET THIS HAPPEN? I WASTED AN ENTIRE DAY! I’VE BLEMISHED MY PERSONAL RESUME! I MISSED THE TEST, MY RESEARCH PAPER IS LATE, AND NOW I WILL NEVER COMPLETE THOSE REMAINING ESSAYS! AND I HAVE A CLASS AT NOON! HOW AM I GOING TO PREPARE MYSELF IN TIME AND CATCH THE BUS?”

Ed and Eddy restained their friends as Ed instructed Edd to breathe. The friends sat together on Edd’s bed each imploring him to calm down.

“Why didn’t you two wake me up to confirm that I’d been sleeping for too long?” Edd asked his friends with a linger of sadness in his voice.

“Double D, you were exhausted,” Eddy said to him.

“Beyond exhausted!” Ed added.

“And yer doin’ too much! Taking eight classes is insane!”

“While working part-time.”

“You looked like a monster from one of Ed’s movies!”

Edd nodded in understanding. “Yes, but now you have fouled up my schedule. Now I am very behind with my school work,” Edd said to them. He was about to get up when Eddy grabbed his shoulder. 

“Take the day off!” Edd ordered him.

“Yeah, let’s spend the whole weekend together,” Ed suggested. “You always loved long weekends!”

“But, what about...”

“What? Your school work is more important than Ed and me?” Eddy lashed him.

That remark stung Edd’s heart. “Oh, Eddy I would never!”

“Please, take the weekend off, Double D?” Edd pleaded.

“You need to rest or else you’re gonna wander into the street ‘cause you’ve beatin’ yourself to the core! Do you want that?”

Edd stared at Eddy, his heart ripping in two. Had he really been putting too much over his shoulders? That was so selfish. For himself and his dear friends who went out of there way to take care of him. How did he ever get so lucky?

“Oh gentlemen, I can’t even begin to express my gratitude...”

“Then put a sock in it and get dressed!” Eddy ordered him. “We got plans to catch a movie!”

Edd’s heart warmed. He may regret this time off but for now, it was needed.

[cr0wprince]

I have to write an informative essay for comp and I’m not allowed to research the subject. Like how am I supposed to write 500-600 words on a normal subject like that? Like I can write that many words about nerd things, but it has to be read by other students, so like...I’m lost on a subject and I have to pump out a draft probably by tomorrow at the latest and I’m freaking out.

[guess-ill-die-again]

top ten kagepro songs?? 0:

*rubs hands* u now i read your whole wall of text about this? well now its my turn c:

warning half of this post is just about Shinigami Record bc i’m looking WAAY too deep into it but honestly i love doing that gbdhsg that part has over 500 words and im not sorry

Disclaimer: The first few don’t have numbers bc I just CANNOT choose a favorite ok ngsdhjgs

Shinigami Record - I’m gonna start with this one because i was already planning on making a post about how underappreciated this song is… half of this post is probably gonna be about this song alone so i might as well put it as nuumbr one tbh

Musically it’s really simple and just so amazingly gentle. I feel like the slow piano and the way its played in the verses helps to convey Azami’s feelings really well. It starts as just a bunch of lonely piano notes, but then as Azami finds someone who loves her, feelings grow and change, so does the guitar replace the piano for the second verse. Then the harmonies for the part when Azami creates the Kagerou Daze make it feel not only more mystical but also give it more emotion. She creates it filled with love for her family after all, this part needed to have a lot of emotion in it! But then it quiets down and the lonely piano returns.. the guitar and piano interlace each other(i cant find a good english word for it im sorry) while Azami’s voice is growing more unsure and then ‘gasps’ with the realization, in a way. The harmonies return and we hear both the lonely piano and the love-filled guitar. Azami is really conflicted and u can HEAR that!! Then it bursts with the pitch change and you can just hear how heartbroken she is! the highest note really reminds me of when people are trying to sing but they’re crying so their technique is egh but it has so much emotion?? idk maybe its just IAs voice… and then after she sings “I still love you” theres a drop that sounds like slamming doors and the guitar is GONE. It ends on the same lonely piano we started with(different pitch blahblah i know ok) but there’s also the added noise that you can either hear traffic in, OR the sea/ocean waves. I KNOW im reading way too much into this but traffic could allude to our time, where the main story is set and the fact that what Azami did has consequences reaching much further than she could have ever imagined but also that despitwat happened, most people don’t even know about her story and everythings… well, normal. The sea waves would be just like the world she’s come to love and she’s leaving it all behind i guess lolThe way this song tells Azami’s story is uh, very simplified, but i think it works well. It gives you enough information to feel sorry for her even if it doesn’t really explain much. We only see Azami’s perspective so i’m not surprised or disappointed that reasons behind Tsukihiko’s disappearance arent really stated. Also i’m kind of glad it doesn’t delve deeper into the story, because i personally really didn’t like these chapters of the manga at all lol bc i didnt agree with the characterization and it didnt show Azami’s loneliness as much and kind of ruined the magic. I like Azami’s story when its still told as a kind of fairytale…This is also probably THE best Kagepro song in terms of tuning, too. idk what happened but i feel like here it’s much more soft than the other songs which makes it all the more enjoyable.

one day i’ll write a full essay on this…

I’m not gonna go that deep into any of the other ones dont worry

Remind Blue - Easily the best song on the Mekakucity Reload album. While i adore Additional Memory as well, my heart belongs to Remind Blue. Because the range isn’t that big, Miku’s voice and Jin’s tuning of don’t get overbearing. Im also a sucker for lyrics connecting to past events or symbols so the whole time reading the translation i was just lying in bed like kermit surrounded by heart emojis. I may or may not make a cover of this one…

Lost Time Memory - I feel like all that could be said about this song has already been said so I’ll just say i love it. I was introduced to it through Juby’s english cover(Classical Rock Arr. version!! thats important, i love this arrangement probably more than the original but the dude who made it just doesnt have a nice voice for this song… Juby’s not perfect but this cover’s good enough) an really this is the song that made me want to learn about Kagepro so there’s a lot of pure nostalgia connected to this one.

4. Ayano’s Theory of Happiness - whenever i tell someone new about kagepro i always say this is the song that makes me cry and laugh the hardest. I laugh a lot because of the tv anime version bc lmao every time i see it i LOSE IT gndnsdgs The reason i cry is quite obvious i think, but i still feel the need to specify it’s because of the lyric “so I hope you can love tomorrow”. It’s just such a simple thing but it makes me tear up 99% of the time. And like the thing is, the last couple of lines aren’t directed at any particular character either so its like she’s singing to us. She hopes we can love tomorrow as well… and just for you Ayano, I will try.

Also MARiA’s cover is the best one i barely listen to the original now lmao

5. Summertime Record - did i mention im a sucker for lyrics where the character is looking back at what happened? bc yeah i am. This song is really dear to my heart for some reason so much so that when at a camp with the choir ive been in for like 6years we were supposed to make a little song about it for the last campfire, i managed to get my friends to write the lyrics to this song with me and i think that in itself is very fitting to this song. and just.. yeah the whole thing just feels very welcoming and I love Haruka so

6. Children Record - BOYS👏 AND👏 GIRLS👏 yeah this song staight up slaps and i love it (altho i mostly listen to the version with MARiA bc the tuningin this one :’) its realy good go listen) and uh yeah its just a really good opening to the series! idk what to say exactly so uh really lets not drag this out

7. Additional Memory - so when this song came out i had to lay down for like a week bc just… woah yeah ok!! all the motifs and melodies from other songs just hit me so HARD and THE PV OH MY GOOOD i was SCREAMING! and youre absolutely right about the lyrics!! “if this were all a misunderstanding, i don’t want to hear it” just HITS and HURTS and GOD YEAH

8. Kagerou Days - ahh classic above classics…. the one where you’ve set your expectations for Hibiya to just be a good childhood friend only to have it be crushed by other media… its just a great base for angsty AUs for anytwo cahracters that care about each other really and i love it! also like when i first listenedi was like what and when i realized whats happening i was just…  poetic cinema guy but with hearts i really love angst huh

9. Headphone Actor - I don’t know what to say apart from I love Takane, I love the whole Harutaka story, I love the metaphor and the music and I have a little lesbian moment every time i listen to LiSA’s version of the song(THE WAY SHE SHINGS “Dokoka e to mukatteru”??? IM TOO GAY FOR THIS SHIT I CANT) and its 3:30am so i cant think anymore okbut god i love LiSA’s voice

10. Never Lost Word - ah the kinnie really jumps out here lmao this is the song i listened o and was just !! it me!! which… NOT a good thing if not for the last verse lol but yeah i just identify with kido a lot so like…i just really felt this song back when i first listened to it and even now i still do… just… yeah. and i just really like it in every way i guess lol

ALSO Shoutout to Gunjo Rain and Dead and Seek for beeing other tragically underappreciated Kagepro songs bc they dont have PVs

[e-owyn-archive]

me, last night: tomorrow i will write all 2500 words of thid essay due on monday

me, now: has written 500 words at 8:37pm

[abyss-mal-blog1]

current mind-space//word vomit

it’s amazing how much can change in a few days, but it hasn’t been a week since my finals ended and i already felt so different. i have been doing f45 everyday this week (if not then some kind of workout, but i’ve really been into that recently). i am feeling so much better now without deadlines, sometimes i don’t know if i function better under pressure or not. i guess not, but then it’s amazing how much i can do and achieve under pressure. i need the right amount of pressure, and this semester it has been a little difficult for me to get around that. 

last friday was kinda my last day of finals, i just had an essay to submit, and i am disappointed in myself and my work ethic because i submitted it at 9pm, went to my cousin’s (disappointing) party, and then professor emailed me to say that she cannot read Pages format (seriously smh @ my tardiness!!!), only got back at 1am that night and sent my mediocre essay. i am a little sad about it because i know that is not my 100%. idk why but college so far has just been a series of 80% effort. this paper was an interesting one, on airbnb, on the sharing economy, it’s a performance studies paper where i analyze the hospitality platform in terms of host-user relationship, parasitism and (attempted) to talk about free online labor. it is a little too late now but i kinda want to work on it again and like, submit for feedback. maybe ill ask taylor. 

last saturday was kinda meh, i agreed to go to a *social* kinda event at a bar/club at chelsea, held for Asian-ivy-alumni-people that yanlin invited me too. it was at up&up and honestly a little...i didn’t enjoy it at all. the music sucked, the people were either too dorky or gross or old or weird, and the whole time i just kept saying to myself, “never again”. they said it was open bar but they only served absolut, which was shit. and then my friend’s two friends were...i feel sorry that this was their first clubbing experience. at the beginning my reaction was look at all these ivy alumni! get hitched with one of them for ~da connectsx~ (and nothing else) but no kidding i was actually interested in talking to them just to get to know what people who graduated from ivies are up to, and what are they doing at such events...and are they actually enjoying themselves because it was really kinda gross. met my friend’s friend who seemed like a really smart engineer (he asked for my number the next day lol), and a german dude at the bar who didn’t want to get me a drink. all i needed that night was a drink.....(i’m glad i didn’t drink tho because recently drinking has made me feel all kinds of bad)  we had ramen after at ramen-ya (most probably the worst ramen and charsiew i’ve had but what can we do at 3am and my friend wanted noodle and soup...)

on sunday i KNow i should have left my house earlier to workout but i didn’t. i was angry at myself that i didn’t. instead, i stayed at home and emotion-ate. i must have eaten more green bean soup than my stomach would have liked. what else...avocado? i remember..two bananas? god. this was the day i felt like i was n’s boyfriend because i had to do what she wanted to do. i know i had agreed on going, but at that point i really wanted to go thrifting or something. i mean when i got to central park it was fine and things were good but the whole day just felt like i was kinda pulled into doing something that wasn’t my first choice of plans, not that i didn’t enjoy myself lying under the sun at the park. it just felt like i was accompanying someone. i was half an hour late to meet her as well, and half heartedly got a burrito-wrap at newsbar. if you think about it it is really kinda funny, we’re just buying food and taking the subway to this grass patch 50 blocks away. we didn’t walk much, we literally only stayed at a little grassy slope overlooking the baseball pitch. anyway we went to a dance class after (the class was an hour long but i felt like n had asked me about when and what time we should book the classes for more than an hour by text so i just got really sick of it) i rushed home and got dinner with my uncle who’s in town for my cousin’s graduation. i was surprised that he chose the same japanese restaurant again, after dissing it half a year ago we ate here. the omakase was crazy and it cost 230 per person. (for the most expensive set) it was also kinda dumb because you aren’t allowed to order a different omakase set from anyone else - everyone on the table has to order the same - because of “timing”. i wonder if this is how it is in japanese omakase etiquette, but in any case it really earned them a hefty amount because my uncle decided to get 230 for all of us. qiyang didn’t like and said qiqi had bad taste, hahaha. the food wasn’t bad, i mean it’s japanese fusion, but the prices were way too steep for the taste. anyway enough about the food, during the dinner i think we talked about many things though. i kinda wanted to talk to my uncle individually because i think he is the only one who knows about ah gong, but he was sick, and i could tell he was exhausted. my aunt got a little impatient because i didn’t arrange plans to take their furniture and they were going to throw all of them away and it was actually the first time i’ve seen her get so worked up - but at the same time trying to control her emotions - because she was talking to me. i could tell she was annoyed though but i tried not to take it personally, and arranged it tomorrow. 

arranging the moving stuff was kinda last minute, i was walking to the library for work one day and i saw a truck that said MakeSpace. i assumed it was a kind of moving company and so i looked them up. they seemed to be pretty okay in terms of their services and so i decided to try them out. confirmation and setting up an appointment went pretty smoothly, except for the part where the guy i think his name was joseph, asked me to give my credit card details over the phone. idk why i did that! i stopped though, and asked him why, to which he replied he wanted to key in with the coupon code. this service has so much gimmicks within the first 2-3 minutes on the phone he was already telling me about how the first pick up is free, and that he will deduct 100$ off the first month...when people give you discounts too easily it just feels like a ploy and a thing they give to everyone, it’s not anything special and it’s probably calculated inside whatever we have to pay. anyway, i was just thinking it would be cheaper (assuming the maximum that i would have to pay is ~$500, as i confirmed with them on the phone yesterday), it’d still be cheaper than starting an apartment lease now and going through the trouble of finding two subletters. 

well. idk, it’s also easy to have things all moved in, i have to find a place to store my perishables!

moving is so much work, and storing things. this reminds me of my paper on airbnb and about the digital nomad lifestyle. it is interesting though, that this is what it has become. but the homogenized aesthetic is something i really cannot stand, in airbnb, in coffeeshops around the world..i am sure you know what i’m talking about. a new york times writer did something about this - he termed it “Airspace” - and apparently it originated from Brooklyn. I guess that’s where the art/avant-garde stuff started. well. keep a look out im gonna write a blogpost about that 

moving on 

nat came to sleepover on sunday night and a few days after because the school kicks you out of the dorms you pay so much for right after your final ends. i forgot if we did something fun but i probably just fell asleep. 

on monday i think i went to f45 and did cardio at Dumbo with Gi. he seems like a pretty nice trainer, the first time i went it was him and another girl Bertha (i think my first f45 was last tuesday) and i felt like i had two personal trainers with me - Gi was cheering me on and Bertha was doing it with me. it felt like such a good workout, one of the best ive had in a while. then work, where i arranged the movers stuff. i also realized i bought the wrong date for my flight ticket as my friends and had to buy one more...............

tuesday was the same f45 in the morning, and the bobst after. didn’t really get much work done at bobst. oh i also viewed a 3BR flex at 160. hella expensive and small, and dates didn’t work out anyway. also the broker who brought us to view the apartment was a very nice tall french man and his name was jean-francois which i couldn’t pronounce and asked nat but still called him jean as in jeen instead of john. this is why i have to learn french. you’re embarrassing. i also went to the itp/ima spring show with shubham which was super cool. there were many cool ideas, and i just wonder if i could create something like that. i didn’t get to see all of the exhibits which i regret, but i remember a few notable projects. one was an installation made with keyboards that randomly clicks, but when you hold your phone up it’ll stop. it’s made using 3d gestures. there’s also one at a gallery for surveillance, this team had a thing they call facebox, and it’s literally a box, that when you open it has a webcam that would capture your face, find you on facebook, and print out an invoice/receipt on how much you have earned for this giant tech company.  what else...an AR project that when you scan a food,  it shows you where the food comes from. nat said that she would love it if menus have something they could scan and then have pictures appear in ~holographic~ format, or maybe in the nearer future something on your phone that shows you a picture of the picture of the food. but isn’t it a surprise tho? sometimes the fun’s in the surprise, you read the description, you know what are the foods you’ll eat, leaving room to imagine or be surprised by how the chef puts it together! anyway, went for dinner with nat and jenny - got vegan shwarma (definitely wasn’t worth $14) and went to get crepes with will after. 

wednesday we were gonna go to the dmv but we weren’t prepared. nat also needed to get her passport and she was lazy. wow the number of times i mentioned her, it feels like she’s my boyfriend at this point. talked to famz, sister, and beatrix. am currently considering if i should even go to beijing or just go straight home. fuck. went to bobst for work but no one was there i was just really sleepy. viewed an apartment at 55 morton (it’s a nice quiet residential street that seems to be tucked away from the loud cars and bars and people) then i went to f45 again-varsity!!! cardio!!!, walked across brooklyn bridge (a little regret although i wanted to walk, but my bag was heavy and there were too many tourists to brisk walk) 

also the reason for this is that after my soba/miso/salad/shrimp dinner last night i was just watching a bunch of netflix shows and it was probably the caffeine from puerto rican roasting company - the barista made me a chai cappuccino with almond milk (3 SHOTS!!!)

me and nat couldn’t sleep, i really think i slept for an hour. i watched so many different shows, yoko and john’s documentary, while we were young, anthony bourdain, i was seriously flipping through all the shows and alternating between amazonprme and youtube and netflix and i even tried watching peaceful cuisine and making the brightness lower and had the sleep mode on and wow i just couldn’t sleep

so yeah the birth of this word vomit 

i am going to create more things