Caught.

I've been pretty honest with my presentation partner. We've missed our last five four meetings, first her, than me, back and forth.

I was fifteen minutes late last week and although I'd emailed to say I was running behind, I was feeling a little guilty when she wasn't there by the time I arrived at 4:45pm. This time it was my fault.

Long after the fact I received an email from her to say that "Hey I am at MGH and its about 4:50pm. I need to leave kind of soon...so if I am not here, I apologize."

I assumed that I received it so late due to technical difficulties, email bouncing around in the system. But the message looked a little weird.

I looked at it again this morning: it had a date stamp at the top of the message. In bright purple. What-?

You see, I use a gmail account for my school messages. The date stamps are completely different from the ones you see in AOL, Yahoo, MSN (also that pasted in date-stamp trick doesn't work because her AOL account updates the date-stamp anyway; she sent it at 7:49pm). Gmail's more like a thread in LJ - a totally different format. And, if you paste something in, it appears in bright purple.

I'm grinning from ear to ear, because this just amuses me to no end. You've been caught, girl.

Ah, how I love honesty.

My group partner cancelled today. However, she was honest with me and said her personal life was a mess at the moment and I'm totally cool with that.

See? I have very low standards. So long as you tell me the truth you can cancel, leave me standing in the rain, bail at the last second -- hell, even a week before our presentation is due.

Oh. Right. It's due next week. Hmm.

I did a lot of work on this presentation of the weekend so I could conceivably be hauled up in front of class in ten minutes and give it. So the Powerpoint presentation will be gravy.

To Do:

- everything from the last three weeks. Three essays. All the reading for SISSA. A mid-term. Busy bee tonight. If you see me online -- kick me off!

So, er, ah, I had this meme I was going to do? Yeah, I think... maybe I'd better just get to work.



ETA: Gacked from... was it bethbethbeth? ( But if you'd like to do the meme, here's the blank form. Ha. )

Okay, just a little cheating (but it's dinnertime! I can do that.)

cesperanza did it! She's just introduced the sga_flashfic virgin challenge!

Think of it.

Virgin!John

Life-long abstinence to stay in the military?

"You can't miss what you've never had. But, you know. I sort of thought I'd be kicked out of the military by now. Get this -- I'm getting shipped to fucking Antartica."

"I know a good way out."

"Yeah?"

"There's a security camera, too, if you really want out bad."

Virgin!Rodney

"Okay, maybe with women -- blowjobs count, right? -- but not this! Of course not!"

Virgin!Ronon

"On Sateda you get married first. Have to support a wife. Kids." Ronon shrugs. "I didn't have any money for solkara."

"Solkara?"

"He means bride price," Teyla says.

"You buy your women?" John looks at him in amazement.

"You're taking them from their home," Ronon says as if this were an explanation. "Then there was the Wraith. After that, not much time. Here, no one's father to negotiate with. Plus Earth girls are too skinny."

Seduced Rodney.

"Oh no, Colonel, I don't - I don't think...."

"Relax, Rodney. Thinking is not the plan."

"They did something to you, didn't they?"

Seduced John.

"If it's all the same to you, I'd rather stay up this tree."

"Fine. Be that way."

Admissions in extremity.

"Oh, we are going go die and I will have never-" Sudden silence.

"Will have never, what?"

"Never mind. It is not your business. It is just we are here, stranded in orbit, and there is no here but you, and I cannot have relations with you so let's not talk about it!"

"Okay, first: I am the one who's supposed to freak out."

Virgin sacrifice!

"I can't be your virgin sacrifice because I'm not a virgin!" John rants, pulling at his bonds.

"Then you have been completed?"

"Completed?" Someone whispers to John where he's tied between two stakes. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me...."

Then there's the dance of the 20 virgins.

"Rodney..."

"Hey, I'm not arguing. Half naked women? Shaking their tits in my face? Every planet should be like this." The women dance around, draping flower leis over his neck and giggling.

"Rodney." John licked his lips. "They think you're a virgin. You're supposed to be dancing with them. To find -" Here John coughed. "- to find a mate."

"I can go with it...."

"A mate now, Rodney."

"What -- oh. Oh!"

"So just tell the nice ladies that you're not."

An uncomfortable look flashed across Rodney's face, and suddenly John knew. "Of course," Rodney said.

Or then there's the time John was 'rewarded.'

Have at it! Go write.

I am so refreshing this community every day.

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I hate literary criticism so much. I can't take myself this seriously!

I've started deliberately quoting Robin Williams in a Shakespeare essay, and if I had a copy of the National Enquirer I would use it as a source!

The Onion! I could quote The Onion!

*quietly dies*