Grrrrr....
Aug. 11th, 2006 07:35 amYou know what's really annoying?
When people call ficlets/cookies drabbles. A drabble is a 100-word story, double drabble's 200, a 10 x 100 is 10 100-word story. And people go around and use the word drabble for oneshots of any length...which is incorrect!
Grrr!
I don't know why this bothers me, but it annoys the crap out of me. Grrrrrr! *attacks*
quote of the post: "you were like, "whoa!" and we were like, "WHOA!" and you were like, "whoa...." --crush, finding nemo
nebulia
When people call ficlets/cookies drabbles. A drabble is a 100-word story, double drabble's 200, a 10 x 100 is 10 100-word story. And people go around and use the word drabble for oneshots of any length...which is incorrect!
Grrr!
I don't know why this bothers me, but it annoys the crap out of me. Grrrrrr! *attacks*
quote of the post: "you were like, "whoa!" and we were like, "WHOA!" and you were like, "whoa...." --crush, finding nemo
nebulia
So, I come home from work today (actually fun! I talked with HotGuy and Curly...am developing a serious crush on HotGuy, which is Not Good, as he is, despite being in chour, band, and drama (and good! He's the lead in the All-State musical!), a Bad Boy who gets wasted and drunk once or twice a month, etc.), and Dad says, "Well, we're going to pay for the hotel room for the con."
DAMMIT! YOU BASTARD!
The thing is, I was going to pay for all of this. Me. Me alone. Just me. Yes, I had to borrow (THE WORD IS BORROW!!) from my parents, but I'm going to pay it all back. I wanted to do this for me, to prove I could, to prove I was responsible enough to do this, to prove that I was actually going to be a productive member of society. It's not like I wouldn't mind having an extra 334 dollars in my bank account, or even 84 (the cost of the hotel room), but I want to pay for it. I really, really need this, for my peace of mind. This is my thing.
I just...I don't know how I feel. I feel like I'm being spoiled, a little, but I also know that for being the only child of an upper-middle-class suburban family, I've been raised extrodinarily well. A little spoiling was inevitable, I think, but still. They've done a good job of making sure I'm responsible. And now? I feel...like I leeching off them, even though I protested mightily when Dad said that he was going to pay for the hotel room.
Dammit. This just...sucks.
quote of the post: "if i were a rich man" --tevye, fiddler on the roof
nebulia out.
DAMMIT! YOU BASTARD!
The thing is, I was going to pay for all of this. Me. Me alone. Just me. Yes, I had to borrow (THE WORD IS BORROW!!) from my parents, but I'm going to pay it all back. I wanted to do this for me, to prove I could, to prove I was responsible enough to do this, to prove that I was actually going to be a productive member of society. It's not like I wouldn't mind having an extra 334 dollars in my bank account, or even 84 (the cost of the hotel room), but I want to pay for it. I really, really need this, for my peace of mind. This is my thing.
I just...I don't know how I feel. I feel like I'm being spoiled, a little, but I also know that for being the only child of an upper-middle-class suburban family, I've been raised extrodinarily well. A little spoiling was inevitable, I think, but still. They've done a good job of making sure I'm responsible. And now? I feel...like I leeching off them, even though I protested mightily when Dad said that he was going to pay for the hotel room.
Dammit. This just...sucks.
quote of the post: "if i were a rich man" --tevye, fiddler on the roof
nebulia out.