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[nny]

This may not come as a surprise to anyone, but I really don't like myself very much. I'm okay without the brutal honesty, thanks; I'd like to think you are with me anyway, most of the time.

I'm working. Not so hard as I ought to be, but harder than I was - I suspect I'll be up to speed just a little too late for it to be helpful. I will pass the course, I am determined to pass the course, but tonight I'm reading a book. Have His Carcase by Dorothy L. Sayers, a hardback from 1934 that I found on a trolley in the street, any reasonable offers accepted. I underpaid this time, due to the change in my purse; next time I shall make sure to pay entirely too much for a book I'm only half interested in, in recompense. It reminds me of my bookshop, the keys to which are still on my keyring even though the doors don't exist any more. Sunday afternoons and classic FM and incense and freezing cold.

My brain's kind of fuzzy, which is possibly an approaching cold - my life is a series of public transport disasters, and is characterised (apparently) by waiting on freezing platforms for hours at a time.

I am to teach 17 year olds next week, which is intimidating since I'm sure I've learned nothing since college. I was given three reviews of Harry Potter and asked to come up with something to teach them; I'm going to combine it with David Lodge and the Unreliable Narrator and attempt to get them to pick out what the article says about the author regardless of what he attempts to say about himself. Provided my plan is approved, of course. Today, in that class, I filled a page with notes, analysing the phrase - on its own - 'Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans'. My life is surreal and ridiculous, but worse things happen at sea.

I'm not back, I wouldn't dream of being back - somehow I waste time on livejournal even when I'm not on livejournal, so I shall remain off livejournal for fear of wasting more time than exists in my life and disappearing into the black hole that I have gazed into my navel. But I'm dreadfully lonely, for the record, and I miss you all. You should all comment and tell me you miss me back, because I'm okay without the brutal honesty, thanks.

Comments

[shati.livejournal.com]

I am kind of proud of you for not doing the honesty meme -- not that I'm un-proud of anyone who did, but I think your decision is a smart one. And my brutal honesty is that I <3 you and I miss you and I want things to go well for you.

[lazulus]

My brutally honest opinion? You're smart and kind and a genuinely decent person who sometimes gets bogged down in her own headstuff.

Worse things do indeed happen at sea. And on dry land as often as not. Keep passing the open windows, lovely girl.

*SQUEEZES*

[silveraspen]

<3.

[forest-rose.livejournal.com]

I miss you! Well, I miss hearing what you're up to - we barely know each other really, but I like you anyway, in a non-creepy-stalkerish way. And I'm sorry to hear you're lonely and sad and stuff. Again, in non-creepy-stalker way, if you ever want someone to talk to who's a bit removed from the situation, feel free to drop me a message. I do the listening thing well, so I'm told.

*hugs you*

[agonistes]

I am going to be brutally honest and say that I miiiiiss yoooou. <3 And I am glad you are keeping it pretty together. You know I have lots of respect for teachers, right? And teachers of high school especially? Your life includes finding Sayers on trolleys and how wonderful.

I adore you, Miss Nny. :D

[bcgphoenix]

I miss you, babe. *squishes*

[skygiants]

*huuuugs*

I do miss you too. Very much. (And I have not forgotten that I owe you fic! It is coming!)

[batyatoon]

*draws hearts on you*

I miss you too.

[spuffyduds.livejournal.com]

*wraps around you squidlike except at a snuggly mammalian temperature*

And yes, I am baffled by the idea of an inviting-brutal-honesty meme. I would feel less fragile about a "come over to my house and poke me in the eye with sharp sticks" meme.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

*hugest of hugs!!!!!*

*also, sideways!Joe*

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

*waves* halloooo out there in the depths of RL!

[unravels.livejournal.com]

I miss you, tooooooo. But I know you will be back. *grabs tea and waits*

[badpungoeshere.livejournal.com]

*shoulderbump* I miss you, sweetie. Lots.

[ms-ntropy.livejournal.com]

Is it in poor taste to use the old I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you go line?

Would that be like...bad?

[lavvyan.livejournal.com]

tell me you miss me back

Well, duh. *snuggles*

[the-oscar-cat.livejournal.com]

my personal rule is not to do memes that leave you open to feeling insecure. of course this means i don't put myself up for love memes either, but that's ok. if people think you're great, they usually find the space to tell you so at some point. especially if you contribute to the general joy (which you do).

and yes, i miss you.

i get to hear you read stories too - which is very cool indeed. (just so you know, i'm planning to pimp 'ways to die' - which i really enjoyed. :)

*hugs you missy*

[liz666.livejournal.com]

Miss you huney

[jumperkid.livejournal.com]

*massive hugs for Nny* Have I told you lately that you're awesome? I'll say it again, just in case. YOU ARE AWESOME!!

[general-jinjur.livejournal.com]

i miss you, and i think you are wonderful. and that's my honesty for the day.

[genarti]

Iiiii misssss you!

In the way where I am very glad that if you are not around, it is because you are working and having a social life and teaching 17-year-olds about unreliable narrators and finding Sayers books on trolleys and all that wonderful, productive, important stuff, and I would far rather you be doing all that and not talking to me so much rather than not doing all that and just spending hours in the time-vortex that is LJ.

But I still miss you. :D

OH HEY PS. I have mail for you! Is this still the right address, or did I miss an update?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

yay mail! 'tis the best address to reach me at, for I'll only be here in Frome two weeks longer.

Also: ♥

[genarti]

*thumbs up*

*ninjas off, mail in hand*

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

I miss you. But I don't like myself very much either, so I never expect anybody to miss me back -- or to even notice that I am gone or hiding. So I don't say anything, I just curl up in a corner and try not to hurt too much. But I do miss you.