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β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββItβs 11pm, and Iβm really tired of getting my ass whooped in ranked, so I may as well do a little introduction spiel.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββHi, Iβm Cheno. Iβm 23 and a grad student. I live at ninety-f- an apartment near the outskirts of downtown with my flatmate Ori, and commute twenty minutes to university every Monday-Wednesday-Friday. My degreeβs in Writing and Rhetoric, so look forward to seeing me on the streets soon. I have a freeform essay due tomorrow. If a stranger asked for my hobbies Iβd say writing and embroidery, but really I just play League and then scream into my pillow for a little while. I have an essay due tomorrow, and I just lost four games in a row on Nidalee. Did I mention my essay due tomorrow? It happens to be very blank.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββOkay. Itβs not that I donβt like writing. Iβm actually pretty big on the whole βfollow your dreams!β, βshoot for the stars!β rigamarole, and that entails a healthy love of putting stuff into words and then putting words onto paper. But when the words suck- okay, sorry, I mean when the words are about the purpose of structural irony in Gulliverβs Travels, a little piece of my soul breaks off and dies. Probably not a good sign, but I will eat my shoe if I have to write another rhetorical analysis essay. Itβs fine. Itβs made of foam. The shoe, not the essay.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββLike man, I want to write. I want to spin one of the endless universes that exists in my head into something tangible that people enjoy. I want to get one of my high school LΜΆeΜΆaΜΆgΜΆuΜΆeΜΆ DΜΆ&ΜΆDΜΆ fantasy AUs published. I want to blow up as hard as the person who wrote Harry Potter, Daniel Radcliffe. Maybe that entails learning the intricacies of Gulliverβs Travels. I donβt know. Iβm a train and I sure am on a track.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββAnyhow, Iβm well-off enough to not have to worry about my overambitious idealism launching me into a homeless shelter. Yet. I think the bakery lady likes me enough to not fire me on a whim. Apart from that, parentsβ money is- hm. Parents are- huh. Yβknow what maybe not today.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββI like soft-boiled eggs. I embroider clothing patches whenever I get in the funk of it. Iβm not very good at staying on topic.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββThe walls are thin; I can hear Ori clacking away on his little cherry-switch mech keyboard. I still donβt understand how he afforded the thing. Itβs not like he has a job, much less leaves the apartment. I still remember when he tried to pay me with an honest-to-god drachma once, so I hope whatever tech store employee wasnβt traumatized too hard.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββMaybe I should invite him to flex queue. Then again, heβs really bashing the shit out of the keys, so maybe not.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββThe spam-clicking stops, replaced with the rustling of wires. I think heβs switching keyboards. Over-considerate bastard.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββA message pops up on the dim glow of the screen.
ori00: goodnight <γ³:彑
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββI really donβt know how he can sense these things from a room away. Iβm kind of used to it, though.
cUmlordxx: thanks.
ββori00: ( Β΄βο½)b
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββWell. Sleep it is, then.