Selim Nagisokrov's Journal

I know, this appears rather empty for a journal. That's because a lot of the links are for private view anyway. Those are mostly fanfictions which can be found on various sites but I'm thinking about posting some random works here that I've worked on in the past but don't want the rest of the world to see.

However if you are eager to see just become friends with me. Doesn't take much and I'm quick to approve since I'm online most hours.
 

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If you are unhappy with my pairings (seme x uke) or if I've bashed a character (which I rarely mean to) and want "justice" forget it, I won't apologize for my beliefs. I'm more than happy to discuss how this makes you unhappy but I refuse to move just to make you happy. Besides that I love talking to people and I am eager to meet people, so please feel free to comment. On the live journal I'm more likely to respond back than I would with fanfiction.net, email, or adultfanfiction. So until we meet again!

-Selim Nagisokrov

Started playing Sonic again and went out of my way to return to my childhood. I am now the proud owner of the Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog (1993) and I'm currently in a bidding war for the movie (I hope I win because I'm not paying 70 bucks for a DVD >~<) luckily I will go up to 35, or at least 29.99 the normal price of DVDs.

So...woot.

Writing again : D

I've been so busy that I haven't had time to write. For instance I've written 29 pages of journals for my ANTH class, which I hate. The professor and I got off on a bad start and it only got worse in the weeks. For instance, the first test went like this. We have 1:45 to write 5 pages answering every question he ask. I have what could be considered a size 8 handwriting, meaning super tiny. I got him to lower me to 3 pages with lots of details. The first test I took the entire time, wrote about 3 1/2 pages and got a 77 back on it for not "enough detail". So I tried a little harder on my next test, 4 pages with so many examples and for instances that he'd have to like it. I got back an 82 with "not enough detail". Now approaching the final, I don't know what to do. I'm scared that I just won't make a good grade in this class. I've been trying, really I have but I can't stand the professor because he expects graduate level work from undergraduates.

My Psychology class is much better, I've made pretty much As on every test, paper, and group project. Even if I make a really bad grade on my last test I can't fail the class cause the proffessor drops the lowest test grade. So I'm good. Which reminds me I need to study for innerteaching tomorrow.

With all this, I have also been working two jobs. Monday through Wenesday I'm at workstudy from 2 until 5. I was helping the ADMIN department but when I went to check up on the Nursing Department I found that the guy working there didn't do anything but check the mail. This means I had a lot of paper to shred (took 1 1/2 hours), I had to put paper in the printer, and then filed for 1 1/2 hours. I'm still not done. So I'm gonna be working in Nursing again tomorrow because I know that stupid idiot can't do the simpliest of task (Deanna and Gail reminded me he's a basketball player, if rumor is true and our brains our in our dicks then it'll take longer to get information up since they're so tall) but still! I got other things to do than clean up after folks.

Finally, heh, I have my other job as a sales associate at a convience store (woot no longer a delivery boy) which is starting to overwhelm me. Friday through Sunday, 2 to 10:30. Ugh It's killing me slowly. I've never ate out so much in my life.

Sure the two paychecks are great but at what expense? I haven't written in weeks and I think there's a woman with a pitchfork at my door. I need help...

I was hanging out with Deanna down in the main hall, typing up one of my stories when a problem occurred. Not messy or anything, merely annoying. There's a girl named Kiya who really doesn't like me all that much. She's complained about me numerous times for being "racist" and such. My favorite complaint has been, "I said 'hi' to [selim] and he didn't respond back!" Which, in my defense, I'd like to put out that to say 'hi' usually means I have small talk, and small talk is mindless chatter with no real purpose. If I don't like mindless chatter, why would I willingly say 'hi', especially when you rarely want anything to do with me unless you're after something??

Well anyway, the whale (as she's been dubbed by the "Group") had taken shift before Deanna. When she went outside and Deanna took security duties, we noticed she'd left her romance novel down there. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but I just had to add, "Well look-y there, Kiya can read high than a first grade vocabulary". (I can sometimes be a little mean) but Kiya comes back in and is leaning against the poor desk talking with another guy about books. He was talking about Stephen King's books. Kiya proclaims, "I like his books too." [and this point I wanted her to name 3 titles]. The guy then goes on to ask if Kiya had read anything King had wrote while under the alias of Richard Bachman. "I like those books too," Kiya responded just as fast. (Again, name three). She goes on to ask Deanna, all while glancing over at me, for her favorite authors. The signals I'm getting is she wanted to know who I like -- for what reason, I haven't the faintest clue. All I know is, I won't tell anyone my favorite authors, artist, musicians, ect. unless you're going to buy me something. >~< Besides, it's rare for me to find folks who even know who I'm talking about when I mention my favorite writer. Like, only one person has known and he was working at a bookstore and couldn't remember which book was the first of her recent trilogy. But meh.

This story leads into more of the vicious whale saga who has taken a hobby this year. She finds that Deanna's vast vocabulary (which at times even I don't know the words which she utters) is an awesome thing to copy thus, when she hears a word she'll write it down and research it. That night she heard Deanna refer to me as a "blood thirsty, maniacal, macabre creature" and had to look these words up. This wouldn't have been so bad had I not woke up to these words being screeched at my door. Again, I doubt she really understands what's going on.

And I started my Cultural Anthropology course. It sucks. I told Dr. Colb that just because I'm drawing doesn't mean i'm not listening. He asked "do you take notes", which I respond "Not really." My friend Glenda, whom I went to high school with, vouched that she'd been in many classes which I was drawing and she was hastily writing notes and when she'd asked if I knew what was going on I could tell her everything down to the letter. Well he responded snarky, "Well I'll believe it when I see it." I'd like to point out: I'M A F*CKIN' JUNIOR (3RD YEAR) WITH A 3.57 GPA, I THINK I KNOW MY OWN LEARNING STYLE BY NOW.

Well it all can't be that bad though, I'm surviving. I got a new job out of fast food, I got moved from the Nursing Dept. to Admissions at work study, I got 2 stories I'm working on, and I started my original story on the side. Life couldn't get better.

Living in Louisville hasn't helped me at all. Being friends with Deanna hasn't helped either.

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