So I get into the car to go home for the weekend, and the first thing Dad says to me is "Alex, I read your paper" [this would be the Slip'n'Slide O' Magical Healing paper] "and I wanted to tell you... Thurber? Benchley? They've got nothing on you."
I am still in shock. Dad doesn't flatter. He only says exactly what he thinks.
I think he thought I was wasting my time [just a little bit] with majoring in Creative Writing, but now he wants me to start considering publication.
I am still in shock.
Happy shock, but... shock nonetheless.
I am still in shock. Dad doesn't flatter. He only says exactly what he thinks.
I think he thought I was wasting my time [just a little bit] with majoring in Creative Writing, but now he wants me to start considering publication.
I am still in shock.
Happy shock, but... shock nonetheless.
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Date: 2005-03-12 06:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-13 03:31 am (UTC)Wee
Date: 2005-03-13 03:09 am (UTC)Re: Wee
Date: 2005-03-13 03:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-13 04:44 am (UTC)Also?
You. Me. The Ring 2. Next Saturday night?
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Date: 2005-03-13 02:59 pm (UTC)And holy crap. Have you seen trailers?
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Date: 2005-03-13 10:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-14 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-17 06:47 pm (UTC)*STATIC*
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Date: 2005-03-17 07:32 pm (UTC)[The low creepy whisper thing? Yipe. Shivers down my spine, I kid you not.]