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mmm... CHOCOLATE! whee.

just realized that when i gave story to professor forgot to mention it was slash. she's lesbian, so it won't give her a heart attack, certainly, but there's no guarantee she's even heard of slash... ahem.

haha.

write? o_O?

did i mention the chocolate?

eeeeeeee!

13 Mar 2002 03:24 pm
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OH. MY. GOD. english professor just used my paper [the evil one of last week] as the good example. class spent roughly one hour praising it today. ah. ah. did i mention i worship this cool lesbian professor?!

eeeeeeeeee! got an A! started at 9pm the night before!

and using my newfound moral highground (embarrassed practically through the floor, and she hadn't asked permission), i offered her [livejournal.com profile] wax_jism's "murder ballad" for its parallel with frankenstein, with a gore warning. (her: uh, thanks. i think.)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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greek prof: so, cim, you're getting caught up from being sick?
me: well, i'm behind in my homework, but i did manage to study.
her: *beaming* good, good. well, you've got spring break.
me: *joking* yeah, i can spend all of my week off poring over greek books.
her: *not joking* that's what i did my freshman year.
me: *fleeing in horror* eep!

--she's SERIOUS. what. the. FUCK.

oh well.

<--not going to crack the greek book over break
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so, more 7:30 am pseudo-deep thoughts. you know how if you don't touch babies, their brains atrophy or something and they don't develop language and become insane? this is clearly proof that humans need to be touched, which brings me to why college is bad for me. the last person i touched was rm#1 a week and a half ago, when her boyfriend left and she was crying and i hugged her twice.

oh, no, wait, the scary Ovary!Nurse poked my stomach. but that hardly counts.

what if my brain atrophies?

maybe there should be some kind of hug-club. *worry worry*
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i still do have to study tomorrow. maybe i should go to bed. uhhhhhhh.

the rc from the second floor is tall and thin and black and ohsocute. big eyes too, though of course they're brown... can occasionally be seen half-naked on the balcony, which is very nice indeed. being in new england now makes me miss black people, though i see them when i go home. you know, charlotte/atlanta airport, and suddenly there's warm air, sweet iced tea, black people working in the airports... anyway. yeah. but he's quite scrumptious and has no trace of the icky southern accent. have had no occasion to test this, but suspect it tastes as awful as it sounds.

rm#1's grandmother has a brooklyn accent that makes me giggle, and rm#2's boyfriend is a creepy little freak.

want cocoa.

why do people write bad fiction? what's that rhyme...hit your child when he coughs and kick him when he sneezes; he only does it to annoy and not because he pleases. grrr.
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dean pompous had nothing of import to say, but gothic novel class was cool. did not *quite* get up nerve to offer [livejournal.com profile] wax_jism's murder ballad to cool lesbian professor, who ought to appreciate it because of the striking similarities to frankenstein.

aha! i'm now blue! yay me. --er. yes. haven't studied for greek. perhaps this was a bad idea. ...no, because not dying of, you know, insanity is always preferable to the alternative. and i didn't eat icecream today. at all. even though they had peanut butter. sad, n'est c'pas? i want a truffle. mmmm.

*blink blink*

<--alert

class

11 Mar 2002 09:21 am
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oooooh, the rebellion. am in japanese class. have successfully bruised [did i say bruised? no, blistered! blistered.] both ankles with the evil vintage boots. also: wood soles on boots? bad idea.

also, another edit, post-greek class: i'm so fucked. i might as well stop going to greek entirely. it's not like i don't pay attention! and it's not like i don't understand things. the problem is memorizing. i fucking suck at memorizing lists of things and i don't have the time or patience to sit down and recite greek verbs and nouns and adjectives, AND i've been feeling like shit, and i'm STILL behind in japanese from being sick last semester, and. guh. life fucking SUCKS. i have another greek quiz wednesday, and i have to take friday's tomorrow, because i don't have time to study AND take it before the japanese quiz i have to take at 1. --i'm clearly going to get no more writing done until spring break.
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i foresee, in the near future, getting over my irrational fear of bad grades, because i will fear studying more than i fear the censure of even my favorite (well. 2nd favorite) professors! (advisor: *writes "good"* me: eep! not "very good"?)

i wonder why dean pompous wanted an appointment with me today, k'sal? --you know, they seem to think that, like, people on the internet aren't REAL people. fuck them. i may, however, continue seeing the psychologist-shrink to chat with her. have not yet told her about slash (heh heh), but perhaps it will be time soon. can shock her! yay! she can add the "trying to live up to expectations" thing for my dad into one of those complexes where you will die if you don't get attention. ahem. whatever THAT'S called.

one week--just one more bloody week, one greek quiz, one paper returned, one load of laundry--going home friday, to see favorite aunt and uncle AND the lovely DA-JI, MOMMY and LILLY-CHAN--i can *do* this.

note to aubry: i figured we'd have to hang up soon anyway, and lisa's bf called right after, and, you know. will email you today. kisses.
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was going to write feedback as had nothing better to do but have remembered an unpleasant task to get out of the way: het fiction. everyone cringe now. *everyone cringes* so, uhm, getting that out of the way, and imagine it will use up all my energy, and i will go to bed early and maybe get 11 hours of sleep like God intended instead of, you know, six.

washed my hair three times in a row today; disturbing when handfuls of it come out. running out of shampoo. if i wait till i'm home, mom+dad will replace it. panteeeeeene. uhm. so yes: good hair: dried in much smaller ringlets than it usually does and they're all wild and floaty and kinky. hee. <--irrationally pleased

...

[and did i mention pissed-ness? someone pet me. rm#2. since WHEN does dancing qualify as doing "something weird"? w.tf. H? (rm#2 to bf, unlocking door: she does something weird on saturdays. --oh. i guess she's not.) ok, and if she never sleeps here. why not keep the toiletries and clothes in bf's room? then she wouldn't have to come back here to shower.]
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i usually do rm#2's dishes. furthermore, she ate all of rm#1's organic honey which comes from her friend's farm. and she's never, never in the room. she runs in, gets something, and runs out, hardly speaking to either of us.

mmmm. food? yeah. upside of eating only saltines, wheat bread, and rapidly-cooling rice? you can't even swallow the godforsaken stuff without water--so i won't get dehydrated! yay!

need a theme. theme, theme? have been thinking about reality lately, but gender is also appealing. (girl: well, this m/m homoerotica is all very interesting and all, but why would a woman be interested in it? professor: *snort* good point.)

want. to. write.

in other news, i can't decide which of the vsd slogans makes the best shirt.
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byron/shelley was at the top of the to-do list. unfortunately, that would require research. also, the fog outside is dissipating. so the other options are: dom/billy or viggorli, she-ra. technically others, but they're too far down the list.

thoughts, anyone, on byron/shelley without research? i could make it short. was thinking long, but if i did one of those inverted story structures and finally went back to 3rd p. past tense, the Tense of My Childhood, which i'm starting to miss with the kind of fierce longing that you can't express in japanese without saying "i'm lonely."

*blink blink* whew, that was random.

anyway, so i could do an end-middle-beginning structure again, or a broken randomness thing (because of the drugs) or a random shuffling up of the scenes in chronological order. roger zelazny, the second-best writer in the universe, did this to some effect in lord of light (oooooh the unspeakable impressiveness of that book) and "twenty-four views of mt fuji by hokusai," but i am aware the tense-shifts throw some of my readers. *pets readers* look, stuff in past tense happened in the past, alright?
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homosexual panic in shelley's frankenstein: verdict: frankenstein bad, professor AWESOME
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the ground outside my dorm is covered with communist slogans in colored chalk. haha! made my day, totally.
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idea: console myself with words! "flirt" in second sentence. then "native" and "accoutrements." "toying." "spears." "droll." how sexual a metaphor can i squeeze in? hm...

probably need textual examples for the intro.

damn,
damn,
damn,
damn,
damn.
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i have been WALKING, for three shifts, now, on a priceless piece of artwork that is not supposed to be touched. why, you may ask? because the stupid MORONS put this piece of artwork (which is a rug) on the floor. in the middle of the gallery. between the door and the exhibit. with NO SIGN that you shouldn't walk on it. and didn't tell the museum guards, with the exception of my boss, any of this.

also there's a sarape on the wall, wool, embroidered, with birds, that says an ornate "JC" on it. always makes me crack up. --however, i don't think it's pretty enough for him.

it's either too hot or too cold there. NEVER just right.

things that are funny only after you've already been there too long: one of the galleries is an uneven number of tiles wide. ...no? well. guess you had to be there.

snark.

5 Mar 2002 12:26 pm
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okay. skipped dinner last night and breakfast this morning, and for lunch had... wheat bran and raisins. less than a quarter of the way into a flower-shaped cheeseburger, had to stop. not nauseated, thank god, but no tastebuds, apparently. just. no appetite. goddamned medicine. i feel the need to punish myself.

i know! i will read frankenstien standing up for 2.5 hours!!!![edit--tell me i didn't misspell frankenstein. no no no. *whine* almost misspelled it AGAIN! sob. want nap. and slash. and not work. not ESSAY. essay SUCKS. 8 pages of fiction over 8 pages of lit crit ANY DAY, thank you. *whine*]

*checks for enthusiasm re/going to work: no.* well. it was worth a try.

good things: water fountains
bad things: essays
good things: slash
bad things: gothic novels.

i fear i could go on about this at length. must close computer... must!

[edit--lisa's bf is predicting the pattern of his and lisa's future baldness. hahahahahahah.]
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saw blond boy in cafeteria who looked only a tiny bit like lance, but made up for this with the addition of both glasses AND stubble.

was taking nap, and emerged from bedroom to living room to find lisa and her bf in bed on cate's futon there, most likely naked under a blanket. i DID knock.

she KNEW i was there.

HELLO?

also, my back hurts. a lot. don't want to go to class.
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what evidence do i have, you ask?

consider:

*at the end of add/drop, 100 students were still not registered at all. that is almost exactly 1/12th of our total enrollment, and they were not penalized. the admin. just wrung their hands and sounded confused.

*the theme house application said, yes, in bold print, that no late applications will be accepted. i turn mine in 4 days late. not only do they say nothing about it, but they seem astonished when i start to mention it.

*their policy for all kinds of contraband, from pets to microwaves to kegs, is that they look the other way if they possibly can, as well as warning us in advance (walk on campus, not on the main road, because the town police go on the main road, and they'll arrest you; before going out of town, please remove all contraband items from your room.)

*our rcs are not the same as ras because they don't have authority to turn you in for anything.

*the most popular way to cheer oneself up, i am reliably informed, even above getting drunk, is ordering from j crew online.
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rms #1 and #2 (is this like thing one and thing two?) thought that the "dessert bar" listed for dinner on the menu was a joke. but NO! ooooooooh. there were. raspberry squares. coconut chocolate caramel squares. pineapple upside down cake. german chocolate cake. black forest cheesecake. cheesecake with cherries, cheesecake with peaches on top. little cookies. oh. ooooooh.

<--experiencing paroxysms of ecstasy in memory

<--greatly desires her mom's tabbouleh. tabbouleh, i swear, is the food of the gods. in the next non-star trek story i write, which MIGHT occur in the next two weeks (knock on desk), the main characters are going to make tabbouleh together, and debate the concentrations of olive oil and lemon juice, and chop onions and argue about the word "julienne" and just generally be sweetie-heads. the only question is: orli/viggo or dom/billy?

decisions, decisions.

in other news, ran into frog boy in the cafeteria with... *drumroll* who? no, guess! yes! that's it!

smudged eyeliner + tangled pony tail girl! you win the year's supply of dental floss AND the crocheted bathtub. [edit: and guess what he said to her? no, you won't, so i'll tell you: "i don't even care who gets to be on top tonight." whew. it was funny. you would have to see the utter geekiness of frog boy to understand, perhaps.]

i was highly amused.

[edit: also saw a joey-lookalike in the caf., and i didn't even know it was joeymonth as of tomorrow. was not, however, particularly excited. eh. where are the chis-lookalikes???]

i have not done my homework.

blargh.
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1. museum visitor looked like sir ian mckellan. hee! (i have decided to bold random words. *alert, innocent look*)

2. took my shoes off while on duty and walked [about 2 ft. but!] without them! ohhhh! the rebellion of it all!

3. my japanese professor, who, unsurprisingly, is japanese, wrote our textbook, so it is full of cute adorable little japanese-person errors. she also wrote an english translation under some pig latin in the linguistics text she lent me--so did she work it out herself and write it in as a reminder, or did she go ask someone? either way. CUTE!

4. keep running into the least cute boy from my greek class in the dining hall. go away, frog boy. he always looks slightly displeased, and i wouldn't be surprised to learn he was a republican. furthermore, he knows the right answer sometimes when i don't, despite having been really long-winded about nothing in our class together last semester. now, if i could only run into startled! boy or julian bashir! boy every day, i could easily overcome this blossoming evil crush (no. go. AWAY.edit: crush is not on the stupid boy--this is a non sequitur.)

[edit: my hair smells like food. this disturbs me. either that or my nose is just smelling food without discrimination, including when hair happened to blow in front of it, but either way, it's disturbing.]

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