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The seeds of rebellion
Jul. 1st, 2003 03:15 pmInteresting day so far. Nupur made me go with her on a bike ride this morning, and although I had my doubts, it was fun. We were out before nine, so it was still cool, and there's something to be said for getting up early. I didn't say that.
Anyway, since then, we have made banana bread - similar recipe to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
versaphile's, but it worked so much better than when I tried it. Nupur is, I think, just a naturally good cook, as things seem to mix and rise and not-burn for her. The little tubes of icing even worked for her - the cake is now covered with pretty flower designs and the words "Happy Birthday" as it's her dad's birthday today. It was Pedar's birthday yesterday, actually - I didn't get a chance to talk to him. I haven't talked to either of my parents since I arrived here. I know, I know, they're very busy and I musn't mind.
And that's all, I guess. I've not been doing much that's worth writing about besides losing my ability to type. I've been writing rather a lot lately, in that red ringbinder that's recently been restored to me. It's just one fic I'm writing, but I just let everyone think it's my diary because it's too hard to explain what it actually is - "yeah, well, you know Harry Potter, well, I write fiction involving gay relationships..."
Blah. This seems to be the redneck capital of the world. My extracurricular activities would not go down well. I did, however, get Nupur to start reading the book.
The fic, in the meantime, is an oddity and is shortly to eat my brain. I could do with a beta, actually, but not until I've typed it up, and to add further insult, it's a long fic. Very long. Long for me, that is.
And that is all. My life has become so boring. The highlight of it is downloading music for Nupur - this is dialup, so I can't get much for her, but she seems to like it. Last year, I downloaded some Silverchair songs, and a year on she's still listening to them. I've added some Placebo and Goo Goo Dolls stuff to the mix - hopefully she won't go the boyband route, but then, she doesn't listen to much music. I'm here to sow the seeds of rebellion, me.
Anyway, since then, we have made banana bread - similar recipe to
versaphile's, but it worked so much better than when I tried it. Nupur is, I think, just a naturally good cook, as things seem to mix and rise and not-burn for her. The little tubes of icing even worked for her - the cake is now covered with pretty flower designs and the words "Happy Birthday" as it's her dad's birthday today. It was Pedar's birthday yesterday, actually - I didn't get a chance to talk to him. I haven't talked to either of my parents since I arrived here. I know, I know, they're very busy and I musn't mind.And that's all, I guess. I've not been doing much that's worth writing about besides losing my ability to type. I've been writing rather a lot lately, in that red ringbinder that's recently been restored to me. It's just one fic I'm writing, but I just let everyone think it's my diary because it's too hard to explain what it actually is - "yeah, well, you know Harry Potter, well, I write fiction involving gay relationships..."
Blah. This seems to be the redneck capital of the world. My extracurricular activities would not go down well. I did, however, get Nupur to start reading the book.
The fic, in the meantime, is an oddity and is shortly to eat my brain. I could do with a beta, actually, but not until I've typed it up, and to add further insult, it's a long fic. Very long. Long for me, that is.
And that is all. My life has become so boring. The highlight of it is downloading music for Nupur - this is dialup, so I can't get much for her, but she seems to like it. Last year, I downloaded some Silverchair songs, and a year on she's still listening to them. I've added some Placebo and Goo Goo Dolls stuff to the mix - hopefully she won't go the boyband route, but then, she doesn't listen to much music. I'm here to sow the seeds of rebellion, me.