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Fannishness: I'm having a embitca and velena -inspired resurgence of X-Files love.

(Fun fact: I pronounce that Ics-Files in my head because of my Italian teacher, who was one of the few people I talked to about the show way back in my junior year. I so wish I had a taped conversation. Government conspiracies, mutants, and extraterrestrials aren't included in the first year Italian curriculum, so the conversations were generally in a weird mish-mash of Italian and English with the occasional Spanish throw in, since sometimes I think I know how to say something in Italian when I really, really don't. *g*)

So I've been reading a lot of MSR, which is slightly odd, since I'm usually all about the slash. I have my people in the slash, you know. Go-to writers who are multi-fannish, whom I know I can hit up for at the very least a rec or two. Het is like another world to me. I don't recognize any of the names, have no idea where to start, and well... there's a lot "" of X-Files fic out there. On the plus side, I feel like I have a brand new fandom. Except I already know everything that happened on the show. It's interesting.

Life: I went out last night. Cabin fever, full-moon madness, and shots make for a fun time. Now I've got to face the music on several fronts. Since it doesn't look like I'll be able to afford school in the Fall, getting a job is now imperative. (Not that it wasn't before, it's just that before I thought that if I couldn't get work, I might at least be able to study.) Life sucks. That's all.

Back to scouring through the job listings. Wish me monsters. (What? That'd at least keep me from getting bored! *g*)