I have long been in awe of your writing, and I wish that I could get to know you better. If we lived in the same city, I would invite you to tea every week. We could make it a date, and I would lavish my admiration upon you. You are so kind and sweet, I wish I had the courage and talent to be like you!
Oh, come here and let me hug you. You are really too kind!! But you don’t need to be like me, bb, because you know what? You are already a perfect delight just the way you are. <3
And, hey, my ask box is always open! Let’s have conversations! And tea every day would be divine—it is truly the key to my heart. ^_^
Oh, this is sexy, watch out now. A pink spaghetti strap top with hello kitty bottoms. Try to contain yourself. ^_~
12: Favorite song?
Ohhhhh, I don’t know! I love so many, really. And it depends on my mood… but I suppose if I HAD to choose, the one that gives me the most goosebumps is Sigur Ros’ Popplagið. I saw them play it live, and it was seriously a spiritual experience. It felt transcendent. Strange, I know!
37: Place you want to visit?
Your new place!!! :D
48: Last prank call you remember doing?
Ha, okay, it was years ago, but it was when I was working at the coffee shop. I was working with my friend Devin, and I went on a break. We were almost getting ready to close, and when I was outside, I called in and placed a HUGE order, with like a dozen sandwiches and blended drinks, the works. Poor bastard believed me.
For I did it multiple times, as did the rest of my friends that worked there. He was the most gullible out of all of us. Interesting side bar: the other girls tried to do it to me, but I could always tell it was them. Their biggest regret is that they were never able to fool me. Ha!
I hung out with my friend Tara while we made masks for her boyfriend’s birthday party next week. We ate at a vegan restaurant and then migrated to a coffee shop and appropriated one of their tables for our crafty times.
39: Do you have a crush?
I do, actually. And I feel a million different types of awkward about it.
50: Favorite movie?
Ohhhh, that’s a hard one. Maybe Pulp Fiction? It’s one I can watch over and over again. But I love a bunch of other movies as well. I think it depends on my mood, really.
I want to get something from Milton on some part of my body. I also want a white ink tattoo because of reasons. But the next one is going to be an N7 tattoo with my BFF when she comes to see me in July.
10: Favorite bands?
Sigur Ros, Royksopp, Nine Inch Nails, Man Man, Arcade Fire… and some others, I suppose, but those are the big ones.
13: How old are you?
28. I will be 29 this December! D:
19: Loud music or soft?
Depends on my mood, really! Loud music for getting things done, soft music the rest of the time. Instrumental music for working on writing and whatnot. Olafur Arnalds is my favorite for writing to—I wrote 99% of my thesis while listening to him.
30: Meaning behind your url
I read this series of books as a kid: Mercedes Lackey’s Heralds of Valdemar. I LOVED THEM. Kalenel is the goddess in that series. I picked it as my screen name when I was in middle school/junior high and I’ve kept it the same ever since.
47: Last song you sang?
Oh, probably one to my kitties. I take songs and replace the lyrics with their names. I… might be a little insane.
Capricorn! Or, for the Chinese zodiac, a boar. Both are, uncannily, accurate. I always found that to be interesting. I do not place any stock in the zodiac, but if you read things about capricorns, you will know a lot about my personality.
16: Favorite Quote?
I already answered this one! But here is another one:
"For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul whose progeny they are; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them." (also from Areopagitica)
23: Ever been in a physical fight?
I answered this one too!
26: The reason I joined Tumblr?
I lurked in the Mass Effect livejournal community, and I noticed that a lot of fun stuff came from Tumblr, so I decided to join. And now… now I can never leave!!!!
5’3”. Barely. I think I’m actually just a hair below that.
Like in fandoms? Well, I think the obvious answer is Shep/Thane. I love them together more than anything. But in other things: Rayna/Myun (my OCs that I write with hopefulsinner). And myself/Mr. Darcy. Because reasons.
16: Favorite Quote?
I have several favorites, but I’ll just give you a couple. I have William Blake’s “For everything that lives is Holy” tattooed on my arm, so that is a favorite.
I also love Milton’s “I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat.” And a bunch more from Areopagitica, but we’ll stop there.
23: Ever been in a physical fight?
Unless you count the ones where I would verbally taunt my brother, knowing he couldn’t hit me, but getting him mad enough that he would punch the wall. I was a really annoying older sister. Once he outgrew me (which, as you see by my height, is no great feat), I couldn’t physically overcome him anymore, so I turned to mocking him. Adaptation!
41: Last time you were insulted and what was it?
Probably at my work (my second job). I get belittled there all the time. The more recent one that comes to mind was being called a “copy monkey.” That felt really nice.
46: Last sport you played?
Hahahahahaahahaha ohhhhh haaaaaaaa.
I honestly can’t remember. I hate playing sports. Basketball, maybe? That is the only one that I tolerate.
Can I pester you for your thoughts? On whatever it is you are doing at this moment.
At this moment? At this moment, I am afraid I’m being rather boring. Just catching up on Tumblr.
I did just get off the phone with my ex, in which he promised to get his stuff out by Friday. We’ll see. He has different ideas of time than I do.
Also, I am looking around at the paper bomb that is my desk and thinking about how I need to clean it up. I am thinking about cleaning up my desk/the living room tonight and then the kitchen and bathroom tomorrow. I am trying to be productive with my time off even as I revel in the fact that I have no actual work to do.
And now, a new message just came through from my RP partner. My attention will be devoted to that for a moment.
Hey kalenel :) I loved At The Violet Hour. Best shrios fanfic I've read so far. You are staff of The Krios Community right? I was wondering if you have ever come across this particular fanfic: it was a one-shot, with a renegade femshep who had a drell poem/prayer tattooed on her back. I remember Thane and Kasumi having a conversation in Life Support about it. It was written from Thane's POV. I've been looking for it nonstop... If you know anything about it, please let me know. Thanks!
Hello darling! I don’t remember that particular fic, and I asked my partner in crime, hopefulsinner, and she didn’t remember it either. I’m sorry we weren’t any help! It WAS on ff.net, wasn’t it?
And hey, followers, do you recall any fic like this? Help a fellow Thane fan out! :D
Red - I love you. Deep Red - I’m in love with you. Pink - I could stay on your blog for hours. Yellow - You’re amazing. Peach - I miss you. Blue - I want to get to know you. Purple - You’re hot. Brown - I would fuck you. Green - I would date you. Black - I hate you. White - Delete your tumblr. Violet - Go die
I’m… not sure what to say about this. xD I can’t really tell you what they mean by ‘empowered’ but as for the intimidating thing… I was always intimidated by most of my professors personally, but that might just be something about my personality.
I was too, but that was because they were geniuses and I am the exact opposite of that. Ha!
I think the intimidation isn’t so much about you as it is about what you teach. English is a difficult language to master.Your students will always have that feeling of constantly being judged on their ability to write, even if you don’t do that.
You’re probably right—writing is so personal, even when you’re writing essays for first year comp, that it’s hard to separate your ego from the criticism. At least for me, with my papers in school I would always take criticism to heart and be mildly depressed for a bit.
I’m always scared to look at this. I’m afraid that one day it will say something awful, like “This professor looked like a giant butt and smelled like one too.” (Okay, that would actually be kind of funny.)
But I looked at it the other day, and two things stood out to me. The first was that one of the reviews called me ‘intimidating.’ Honestly, I never think of myself in that way… I mean, if you are being a punkass, I will call you on your bullshit, but I think I am very approachable… I feel about as intimidating as a kitten, really. How can someone as small as I am be intimidating?? It’s like calling a chihuahua by the same word. Just doesn’t fit.
The second was someone who said that the class was ‘ok’ but that I was a very ‘empowered teacher.’ WTF does that even mean? I really have no clue. My only recourse is to think that this student did not mean to use that word. But I can’t think of what he/she would mean instead.
But no reviews calling me a butt yet. That’s a good thing, I suppose. :P
Oh, don’t forget that they tend to be narcissistic and fickle. Spontaneity can be exciting until it turns into not being able to make a decision or take charge of anything. Having his art as his number one passion is endearing, until it gets in the way of practical things… like paying rent. And the artist friends are cool and throw fun parties until you realize that most of them never left high school in their minds and can’t shut up about themselves and their stupid drama for more than two seconds.
Of course I might be biased. I just described by ex-husband/musician that I was with for nine years altogether.
“You know… this place actually reminds me a bit of somewhere I used to go when I was a kid,” Shepard said, enjoying the slight, contented haze of just the right number of drinks.
“A club on Omega reminds you of your childhood, Shepard?” Kasumi laughed. Her brows were hidden beneath her dark hood, but Shepard could tell by the way her eyes widened that she was raising them incredulously. ”I mean, I know you have a history with the gangs, but I’m impressed there’d be anything this particular caliber of seedy on Earth, even if you did grow up in the US…”
Shepard ran her fingers through her bright hair and felt herself smirking as she returned, “Have you been cyberstalking me? Wait, don’t answer that; I’m not sure whether to be afraid or flattered.”
The thief, naturally, answered anyway, gesturing elegantly with her glass. ”Of course I have. Standard operating procedure.” The pulsing, red lights of the club caught in her dark eyes and made them glitter. More than usual. ”Although… if it would flatter you, I could always dig deeper…”
Suddenly Shepard was very, very glad the lights were mostly red as she felt her face heat. ”Or you could always ask. I’d tell you, you know.” She smiled, mirroring the slight one that was playing about Kasumi’s lips. ”It was a warehouse, actually, not a club - that Afterlife reminds me of, I mean. Same lights, same feeling that you’re walking into the jaws of some very temperamental creature.”
“Always living dangerously, then?” Kasumi ran a fingertip around the rim of her now-empty tumbler, seemingly fascinated with it.
“Sometimes I wonder,” Shepard chuckled wryly. ”All that stuff? Feels normal. I’m sure you know what I mean. Other things, little things that are just supposed to be part of life - as art and literature and the media would have it, anyway - those are a lot more… difficult.”
“Hmm. I do know what you mean.” She looked up from the glass, meeting Shepard’s eyes, her shadowed face curious. ”So, in the spirit of ‘living dangerously’…” Her lips quirked upward. ”If I were to something… ill-advised… right about now, would I be allowed to blame it on all this lovely alcohol later?”
Shepard blinked, then laughed. ”I don’t believe for a second that you’re actually drunk, but if you need an excuse for something, you may certainly use that one.”
“You’re too generous, Shepard.” That low-pitched, rich sentence should not even have been audible over the din of the club, but Kasumi had leaned closer, and her fine-boned hand was rising to Shepard’s jaw… and her lips followed, soft and warm and tasting very faintly of alcohol.