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 + I am a little late, but: I received a second fic for Yuletide, and it is for one of my favorite books!

Inflammable Substances
Ronja Rövardottar | Ronia the Robber’s Daughter – Astrid Lindgren
On the fifteenth winter of Ronia and Birk’s lives, Undis’ prediction is finally coming true.

It’s absolutely beautiful, a slow unfolding of Birk and Ronia falling in love. My childhood self is in raptures.

+ It’s almost 2012; I am ringing in the new year with my cousins Esme and Ethan, who are 12 and 10; we’ll be watching family-friendly movies and I will probably be drinking unless I can convince them to watch Anastasia. I’d talk a little about the year that’s gone, but I got carried away below, so: next time.

+ My sister Midge, who is also my roommate and BFF, is getting married on Cinco de Mayo. I’m standing up with her in the wedding, and Midge has given me carte-blanche with regards to my clothes—I’ve been pretty unconcerned about the whole thing, but last night I dreamed that it was the day of the wedding and the ceremony was being held in my bedroom instead of at the church. I still didn’t have a dress, and so, as everyone waited by the bay window, I stood in the entryway to my room, in my underwear, trying on everything in my closet. I woke up in a panic, stumbled downstairs, and started looking up dresses. I still have no idea what I’m wearing, but at least now I’m worried about it. Anyone have any ideas? It’s a morning wedding, and it’s in church, so I need to keep my shoulders covered. Let’s be real: I am not above wearing a cardigan.

Christ is born! Glorify him!

Merry Christmas and Happy holidays, f-list! I am unable to attend liturgy (which is very sad, because the Nativity service is always so lovely and quiet), so I read my Yuletide gift, and it was amazing and full of love. 

I am bad at hyperlinks, so for now, here's the information:

Time, Love
Kairos (Murry-O'Keefe, Wrinkle in Time), set between A Wind in the Door and Swiftly Tilting Planet.
Two moments of Calvin's life. 

It's beautiful and in-character and Calvin is a perfect human being, as usual. Even though it's all from Calvin's POV, the author does an amazing job of keeping Calvin grounded within the life he lives--it's a wonderful fic and I am so thankful to my Yuletide author for writing it. 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/302353

I will fix this entry later.In the meantime, what did you get for Yultide? What have you read so far? 

Subject headings? They are dead to me. I have to create a ton of them at work and for school and it's just really clear that I suck at it. Whatever~~~I give up, I am not a cataloguer (or am I???).

Currently working on a few new fics (Young Justice! Everybody go watch it I am not going to articulate because I am updating on my phone and it's a pain to wax poetic), writing a few papers on folklore (old women as spiritual guides: see Baba Yaga), and emailing every professor I know to ask about school stuff.

I'm feeling really serious about applying for the PhD program in January, so I need to get my ducks in a row and make sure I'm making an informed decision. I'm an information professional, surely that counts for something.

Lastly, because I am apparently incapable of writing coherent, thoughtful posts, I! Have started wearing eyeliner, mostly because it's fancy (I know that beauty is a myth that is used to imprison women in the West, but my eyeliner has a tiny paintbrush!). Only real problem is I have some serious problems taking it off, my makeup remover doesn't seem to work. It is tough for a lady to learn how to apply makeup in a vacuum, but I guess there's the Internet. I'm just...really tired of YouTube tutorials. All of the coherent ones are done by a Vietnamese lady, and she and I have vastly dissimilar facial structures.