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Creepy Crawlies
Oct. 30th, 2011 11:31 amThank you to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tarlanx andx_mog, who sent me blue Halloween spiders!
Went to the Brown College haunted house, where the students build this giant creepy place (this year the theme was Black Lung, and the house was a mine shaft), and led people through it. I went through it with my Operating Systems lab partner (yep, I'm an engineer, alright. One of the I Are An Engineer items on the t-shirt is: "I am going to name my first born after my lab parter." Yes.) because we had just finished coding and decided we still had time to go before they closed. In the middle of the haunted house she just nonchalantly says, "Oh, I've got a text message," and we were cracking up the entire rest of the time. This amused/bewildered many of the scary denizens in the house, and they devoted much of their time to scaring the people in the back of our group.
Protip 1: Going first in the haunted house is not like a roller coaster. Sometimes being in the front is the least scary location.
Protip 2: They come at you from the sides.
Our literary and debating society had our Ghosts of the Past party yesterday when the alumni (the ghosts of the past) come back to party with us (the living). I went as a ricepunk character (steampunk in a non-Western cultural setting) so I wore a yukata with a thin studded leather belt that looked surprisingly like an obijime upon wearing. I had some steampunk jewellery I fashioned from embellishments and pieces I found at the M.I.T. scrap sale as well as two steampunk guns (pictures later) that I designed with hooks so that I could hang them from my belt. All in all, good times.
We were crossing the street on our way back from the party (which was thrown in the worst house ever for a party), and a car stopped for us and then proceeded to reverse like it was going for a run-up. We ran.
Got home, proceeded to eat random food from the fridge because everything tastes delicious when you're tipsy, and you get alarmingly hungry at the strangest times. Then worked a bit on my second 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea fanfiction for the tail-end of Asexual Awareness Week (yes, I can do this in a coherent fashion, no matter the state I am in). I had mentioned in a semi-joking way to my other society friends that I would be writing fanfiction when I got back, and they semi-jokingly replied back that I should post it to the Soc (the society list serv).
So I sat there for a bit deliberating whether I should post my first Leagues slash fiction to the soc, which would either be hilarious or keyboard-face embarrassing in the morning. Decided not to make these kind of important decisions while drunk and went to sleep.
Woke up today, had cold sandwiches and a few cups of tea for my grogginess (I don't hangover easily), and I'm still debating whether I should post it. For reference, it's this one: The White Whale
tarlanx andx_mog, who sent me blue Halloween spiders! Went to the Brown College haunted house, where the students build this giant creepy place (this year the theme was Black Lung, and the house was a mine shaft), and led people through it. I went through it with my Operating Systems lab partner (yep, I'm an engineer, alright. One of the I Are An Engineer items on the t-shirt is: "I am going to name my first born after my lab parter." Yes.) because we had just finished coding and decided we still had time to go before they closed. In the middle of the haunted house she just nonchalantly says, "Oh, I've got a text message," and we were cracking up the entire rest of the time. This amused/bewildered many of the scary denizens in the house, and they devoted much of their time to scaring the people in the back of our group.
Protip 1: Going first in the haunted house is not like a roller coaster. Sometimes being in the front is the least scary location.
Protip 2: They come at you from the sides.
Our literary and debating society had our Ghosts of the Past party yesterday when the alumni (the ghosts of the past) come back to party with us (the living). I went as a ricepunk character (steampunk in a non-Western cultural setting) so I wore a yukata with a thin studded leather belt that looked surprisingly like an obijime upon wearing. I had some steampunk jewellery I fashioned from embellishments and pieces I found at the M.I.T. scrap sale as well as two steampunk guns (pictures later) that I designed with hooks so that I could hang them from my belt. All in all, good times.
We were crossing the street on our way back from the party (which was thrown in the worst house ever for a party), and a car stopped for us and then proceeded to reverse like it was going for a run-up. We ran.
Got home, proceeded to eat random food from the fridge because everything tastes delicious when you're tipsy, and you get alarmingly hungry at the strangest times. Then worked a bit on my second 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea fanfiction for the tail-end of Asexual Awareness Week (yes, I can do this in a coherent fashion, no matter the state I am in). I had mentioned in a semi-joking way to my other society friends that I would be writing fanfiction when I got back, and they semi-jokingly replied back that I should post it to the Soc (the society list serv).
So I sat there for a bit deliberating whether I should post my first Leagues slash fiction to the soc, which would either be hilarious or keyboard-face embarrassing in the morning. Decided not to make these kind of important decisions while drunk and went to sleep.
Woke up today, had cold sandwiches and a few cups of tea for my grogginess (I don't hangover easily), and I'm still debating whether I should post it. For reference, it's this one: The White Whale
