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Prussian Royalty & Time Travel (this post isn't as exciting as that sounds)

I get really nasty about people trolling my blog for gifs. And by 'trolling' I actually mean 'searching for the gif and only coming to my blog to download it.' Even though I've TOTES done that to other people. This extends to me going into an old post and changing a gif filename to something obscure so it won't show up on Google Image anymore. And now that I've admitted that, I am done with FridayConfessional.

Hannah (whose newly-created blog is here) and I are going to end up reading Iron Kingdom: A History of Prussia for a year. We keep assigning ourselves these optimistic readings for next time, and then the day before we're supposed to meet, we text each other with something along the lines of "I've read two pages so far; let's cut that in half." That's because it has sentences like this:
Under these conditions Lutheranism, sustained institutionally by the network of local church patronage, became the ideology of provincial autonomy and resistance to central power.
I want to time travel back to when I was 14 and show myself what I'm reading right now. "You aaaare reading a Japanese novel that you unsurprisingly don't like; a history of Prussia with a girl you'll meet in college; a book about Margaret Thatcher (don't worry about it); and a young adult novel about some kids and some magic. You know how that goes."

On the Prussian front (hah! puns!), I'm totally into Frederick the Great/Hans Hermann von Katte and NO ONE HAS WRITTEN THEM A GAY NOVEL. This is ridiculous. I was sure that  some time in the past four decades, SOMEONE would have done this. I don't want to have to be the one to do it, people. Even though that would be a hilarious addition to my resume. So someone get crackin'.

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