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It is crazy windy here -- Yahoo! Weather tells me forty-two miles per hour, with a severe weather advisory -- and dear CWU, when I said you could blow me, I did not mean literally blow me across campus. The wind started up late last night, before I went to bed, and my bedroom is on the second floor and surrounded by trees, which translates to really really noisy. I did not sleep well last night, at all, whatsoever, which I mentioned in Latin this morning. The response I got from another guy in the class?

"Oh, honey. You'd better get used to that."

Me: *flat stare* "I've lived here for fifteen years."

"...oh."

I hate people, guys. I really hate people. Ugh, the smug condescension! And I have mentioned -- to him, in person, even! -- many times that I am from Ellensburg (which is known for being windy). And he called me "honey", which I'm pretty used to getting in New Orleans ("baby" is more common, I think), but not here, and definitely not with that inflection. Dude, I know you are from the Midwest: I know just enough about Midwest dialect to know that that is not acceptable, and it is definitely not acceptable here, and gods, I really hate people. I did not even work out what bothered me so much until after class, and it was the "honey" and the condescension.

You know what makes it worse? This is the same guy that made the crack about Hurricane Katrina happening because New Orleans was built on a swamp.

(High point of the day: other girl wearing Star Trek TOS uniform over jeans.)

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Porn Battle X is now taking prompts! My list is here; I see I have reached that stage where the only pairings I care about are very obscure. Clearly, I have to do Yuletide this year.

GoogleDocs has changed their settings, I guess? I kind of despise the new settings, or whatever they are: grr.

The LYS in my town is going out of business, which I hadn't realized because I never go there -- it's sort of out of my way -- which is sad, but on the bright side, yarn! On sale!

So windy, omg. There are a bunch of trees on our property, and downed branches everywhere, plus two big branches that are just barely holding on.

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*frowns* I have a line of fic stuck in my head that I cannot place -- fandom, author, pairing, anything.

This is more surprising than one might think because just about all I can tell is that it's het. Either porn or just making out; the bit I can remember is making out, but I can't remember if it segues into porn or not. Seriously, all I remember is one line. Female POV. Buffy/Spike? That -- could be right, maybe, but I can't remember, and it doesn't seem quite right, but it could be something off All About Spike that I read ages ago. Unless -- is it one of whynot/lassiterfics's Peter/Susan fics? Also possible. Argh. Actually, it's not even a line, it's, like, half a line.

This reminds me of the other day, when I was wandering around wondering what the fuck the number-letter combo that had gotten stuck in my head was. Library of Congress call number? PIN number? Random license plate? (I'm reasonably good at memorizing number-letter combos, and license plates attract my attention.) And then I eventually realized that it was none of the above, it was my Continental Airlines OnePass account number.

And yes. I still remember the license plate number of the Subaru (which got totaled in May of 2008). Gods, that was a good car. (I feel the need to remind anyone who wasn't around then that it was not my fault; I got t-boned at an intersection by a couple of idiot sophomores that blew through a stop sign. Also, it was the week of AP exams my senior year of high school; fortunately I wasn't testing the day afterwards.)