A fanfic written for last year's dmhgficexchange "Shine A Light"

Found it again and just thought I would put it up, for old times' sake.



Title: Clean
Author/Artist: Pompanddoors
Rating: PG-13, for language
Disclaimer: Harry Potter not mine. Neither is the TV show Northern Exposure, which I’ve jacked a line from and slightly modified.
Title (of song/poem/quote)/Creator: "I am going to concentrate on what's important in life. I'm going to strive everyday to be a kind and generous and loving person. I'm going to keep death right here, so that anytime I even think about getting angry at you or anybody else, I'll see death and I'll remember." - Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure (TV show)
Summary: Converting wasn’t easy, even if everyone thinks it was.

( Clean )

...

OK, I think I am-- but only a little.

Which is the reason this makes me sad: http://www.slate.com/id/2221246/

It's an article called "How McDonald's conquered France" by Slate Mag's Mike Steinberger. And it is sad as hell. Especially because France's duck foie gras = EPIC WIN. And all that other good ass french food. Not that they'll ever stop being awesome. It's just ... sad.

On another note, headed to the Philippines on the 2nd. Flying to Singapore on the 10th. Then back to the Philippines. Then home on the 23rd. Then to Berkeley on the 26th.

Peace OUT.



*standing in solidarity with voters in Iran. And with Neda...

Polyphasic sleep.

Me and a dormmate are DOING THIS SHIZ.

It's going to be epic.



New sleep schedule: 3 hours a night, with 3 20minute naps interspersed throughout the day in even intervals.

So Europe, man... amazing stuff. Quite a bit of religious stuff. Hardcore dunking into baths of holy healing water naked. Seeing the aunt getting naked right next to me. Near-skinny-dipping in the Mediterranean Sea. Lots of... nakedness.

AND LOTS OF AMAZING FOOD.

zzzzomgggggg.

I very nearly died of how amazing these things were: paella, escargot, duck foie gras, aaaaaaand the Italian pizzas and pastas. Oh. And gelato. And roadside crepe stands. *mini-orgasm*

It kinda peeeeved me (ok, HELLA pissed me off) that our first night in Spain our guide took us to a Chinese restaurant. Now, I love Chinese food. I love good Chinese food: peking duck, dim sum, hundred-year-old egg, etc etc, you get it. But when you go to a Chinese restaurant IN SPAIN and order freaking orange chicken and fried rice for the ENTIRE tour group-- then I throw a hissy fit and don't speak to you for forever. Because, uh, massive FAIL.

The only redeeming thing about that dinner was the stupid ass story I get to tell about eating fucking Chinese food all the way in Spain. And it was def. weird to see the Spanish take on Chinese dishes; things became a lot more... spicy.

But I LOVED Europe. The Italian restaurant owners I came across don't understand the concept of personal space, we had a cab driver named Fabio who danced in Roman (as in: in the city of Rome) tango competitions, the sights were beautiful, people were much more chill about strangers, Pisa is a rip (but funny people pose in funny ways all along the courtyard leading up to the Leaning Tower, because everyone has to get that classic Leaning Tower photo-- you know what I'm talking about), the Pyrenees mountain range is reallllllll puuurrrttty, and I LOVE FOOD FROM EUROPE.

Oh, and mini-Nutella packets at hotel continental breakfasts! Like butter, only better! So of course, I took a ton. Brought it back to the US with me in my purse. And then forgot to pack it when I moved into Berkeley. Lame sauce.

BTW: I moved in! To Berkeley! Way excited, considering my belief that dorms rock the world.

Gonna hit: Portugal, Spain, France, The Netherlands, Italy

Gonna be: FAN-effin-TASTIC

aaaaaaaaaaand I head to LAX at four in the morning! FAN-effin-TASTIC!

The best animated movie since. Uh. GUH. Since the beginning of time?

Wall-e rocked my socks SO HARD!

There was social commentary in there! Oh my god, it was meaningful. And not just in the Pinocchio-I-wanna-be-a-real-boy kind of way, which usually comes industry standard for all robot movies.

It scared the shit out of me, because I just know one day we're all going to be huge, fat, lazy bastards sitting on hover chairs on a spaceship that circles the universe for 700 years because we trashed Earth and made it completely uninhabitable. I'm sure it scared the shit out of the baby sitting right behind me too, 'cause that kid was screaming like a waterboarded Gitmo detainee. And it pains me that that simile can exist.

The post-apocalyptic take on everything was beautiful. As were the gentle proddings to cherish the life we live now and to never take for granted the human touch. As were the not-so-subtle bashes on Walmart, American consumerism, single-mindedness, etc. (It kills me that Disney made this though). AS WERE THE "HELLO, DOLLY!" REFERENCES! MUCH LOVE TO "HELLO,DOLLY!"

Speaking of American consumerism at its finest: I am a study in FAILURE (to resist). And speaking of becoming a huge, fat, lazy bastard-- guess who overindulged on ice cream today? AQUI, AQUI. Yes. Me.

Ben & Jerry's created a new ice cream flavor to commemorate the greatness that is Stephen T. Colbert, calling it "Americone Dream." Now, The Colbert Report rocks my socks just about as hard as Wall-e does, so of course I would eat way too many spoonfuls of Americone Dream as I watched Mr. Colbert in his impeccable suit interviewing Buzz Aldrin. Of course.

(Sidenote: Estoy de California, but earlier this year I went to check out the University of Pennsylvania because I had been accepted there for undergrad and had seriously considered attending. It was a few days before the Pennsylvania Primaries, and Stephen Colbert was going to film his show AND INTERVIEW HILLARY CLINTON right on campus! Was I excited? YES. But then... once I arrived, someone told me I had JUST missed him-- that he had filmed the very day before! Was I sad? YES. And then I heard OBAMA was going to host a rally in downtown Philly that night! And then I was excited all over again before I realized I couldn't possibly go because my flight out of Philly was at six in the afternoon. AND I DIDN'T EVEN CHOOSE TO GO TO THAT GODDAMN IVY ANYWAY because tuition is double Berkeley's cost, so my entire trip there was a huge disappointment. All rolled into one twenty-four hour period. Sigh.)

But there is something to be said of ice cream! Feel-good ice cream that makes you feel better than good. It makes you feel...

( LIBERATED. )

So uh. LEGIT journal entry here. One about RL that I seriously hope no one from said RL will ever read.

I had a xanga once. It was quite therapeutic, and maybe its healing powers only extended to me because that was just me being a teenage girl about it-- but I honestly felt it helped me when I needed to let off some steam. Because THINGS happened, you know? Bitchy shitty things about love and unsupportive friends and overprotective parental units. Starring yours truly as Lieutenant-Colonel BitchfaceToSelectOtherFriends.

( Woe-bloody-you're-a-hoe )

And if I happen to be wrong about what's wrong with him and why the hell he's been avoiding me/being stupid around me? Then I will go hide my head in shame and quiet indignation that I was wrong... Ha. Kidding.

I'll suck it up and be all WowYoSoyParanoidBitch. Helloooooo, Lieutenant-Colonel.

It's infinitely unfair when your friends collude against you. Like OPEC, only with an oligopoly on relationships rather than oil (both of which are crucial to an American lifestyle).



Author: ThePublicSector (me)
Part 1/7
Title: ?
Rating: PG
Pairing: D/Hr
Disclaimer: HP universe not mine.
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So I've finished reading Gone With The Wind by Margaret Mitchell. My first edition copy from 1936, ya dig?

Scarlett O'Hara is the most real heroine I've ever encountered in literature. Fucking beautiful.



On to a real post: I'm an avid D/Hr shipper (Harry Potter fandom, yes). I wrote this once, under the name of ThePublicSector on fanfiction.net. Here it is:



Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling

Summary: Love, in the aftermath of War. It’s crazy.


Xenon Starts with ‘Z’
-The Public Sector
( Xenon Starts with 'Z' )