more persephone

more, lengthier, excerpts from the persephone story:

persephone i, in which persephone is not yet born and then she is a baby, and in which hades placates hera and gets some horses.

of course the horses were fun to write--how does a horse think?--but more importantly, at the climax of the myth (which i never wrote) hades kidnaps persephone by luring her out by herself and then splitting the earth open and rising from the crack in a chariot and four. he grabs her, pulls her into the chariot and dashes back to the underworld, and the earth closes over them. her mother never even knows where she has gone.

since they're actually already in love in my story at that point, it wasn't going to go *quite* like that. but i never wrote that part, as i said.

bleh.

i still have not written happy! femmeslash. and that is sad. and i must go to bed, i think.

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i have halfway finished with arkansas in the slash across america thingy. it is chris/justin... not jc/lance. i just couldn't bring myself to do it. don't think i am going to use the drunk! thing after all. but anyway, yes! i can finish it tomorrow and start she-ra!

they're so so so so cute. mwah. don't you want to kiss chris and justin to death???

whoa, freaky-weird

a) i got up 20 min late and now don't have time for breakfast.

b) i had the strangest dream in the history of the universe. it started shopping with bri--my cousin-friend-awesome-girl--and her mom, my aunt cherrie. in the oak park mall in overland park kansas, only... there was a k-mart there as well as a lot of the boutiques that you find in boston and places like that. so we were in this small boutique that was actually K-Mart, and they were doing this promotion to sell these dresses that had an empire waist and adjusted via a lot of laces, and the skirt just laced right off, and apparently they could look like a dress from any decade (cinch v. tight for 50s, loosen for 70s--i know it doesn't make sense, but in the dream i believed it). they were also selling those chinese shoes that are plain black canvas mary janes, and pacifiers, and brown cords like from j crew, and aubry wanted to buy some dress, but she was going to get a brown one.

i said, "but you don't have any brown shoes."

she said, "what about the ones i'm wearing?"

oh. they were brown. so meanwhile we went to a card store and aubry bought a card and hid from me to write in it and then we went back to k-mart and she gave it to me while she went in the fitting room. they had a tv in there and as part of the promotion they had a video of kathy and ted turner and president clinton and jay leno, edited so it looked like they were talking about k-mart, but rather fake. and then i read aubry's card and it said "you're here but it's like you're not really here"--she was mad cause i had been complimenting all the clothes she tried on so she thought i didn't really mean it. and meanwhile, the store clerks were passing out little papers to everyone. i thought it was a perfume sample but when i opened it it was a mass produced greeting card signed by...

no really.

guess.

c'mon.

it said "5 april 2002" [there's a pot in the museum dated 6 april, so that's where i got that)-- "hey what's up Radio? it's wax jism here." [did i mention there were NO radios in the dream???]

...?! wtfh? so now k-mart is giving away cards from wax as a promotion. wow, i thought, slash is getting really popular. also, the rest of the card was written very, how shall i say this, scandinavian-ly, like my old Norwegian exchange student.

heh.

was awakened by the phone--roommate's mom asking for roommate. is she there at 8 am the day after Valentine's? you've gotta be kidding me. "no, sorry," i said, instead of, "she slept with her boyfriend, you fucking moron."

has anyone seen crossroads?

britney's new movie? anyone? sil?

how is it? is she a good actress? --i heard she didn't suck. and i really want to see it. clothes=eh, concept=rather cute though, right?

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you knew it, didn't you?

because who doesn't love justin?

she said "kawaii soo!"

that means "poor," and by "she" i mean mai kuraki. am listening to j pop despite not actually speaking japanese, so when she says words i recognize it's cause for celebration ("takara," "watashi," "boku no," "taisetsu," "kimi"...).

in other news, i lost my j textbook. went to copy store to buy new one (it's a course packet, as my advisor, the coolest of her species in the world, wrote it herself and hasn't had it really published) and it cost $37, which was $2 more than i had in my checking account. i was forced to pay partly with cash. you should have seen the look the lady gave me.

speaking of my norwegian exchange student, anneth, i want to say the following to lisa's boyfriend: hälvetas ylva forpunto dletunya. bear in mind that i don't remember how to spell norska--and yes, lisa's boyfriend is not newt gingrich, who was who i was supposed to say that to, if anyone. otoh, maybe that injunction expired when i reached my majority? oh shit, is majority 21 and not 18???? ...nevermind. well anyway, she won't read this.

oh, and it means "go to [the worst form of] hell, you fucked-up piece of shit." anneth says it to boyscouts, and i'm only supposed to say it to newt? [edit: apparently norway has more than one hell. i don't know if this is like seventh heaven, or if they have a christian hell and an opposite of valhalla hell, or if it's just some roped-off corner of hell that really sucks, like looking at chris and justin being all cute and not being able to touch. whatever the case, i'm sure they reserve the worst hell for swedes. swedes, newt gingrich, and now my roommate's boyfriend, who for some reason wants to have sex in our bedroom and not in the empty room that somone loaned them.]

also: it really does sound like those parodies of swedish, you know, duh-da-duh-da-duh-da. the emphasis falls HALvetas YLva forPUNto dlETunya. as far as i remember. i also know how to say "life is good on the telephone," because i had a boyfriend when she lived with us and i spent my life on the telephone so she gave me a t-shirt that says it. livet er herlig i telefonen.

the most mysterious word in there is "telephonen," i think.

goddammit

i lost my room key somewhere, and so we will have to have our lock changed. more importantly, i lost my lucky 4leaf clover key chain. this was a present from the driver of the school bus i used to ride in the 1st grade, this cool black guy who thought i was cool, and i sat right behind him every day and stood up--so i could be near his ear--and talked to him the whole way to my parents' work, because it was a long bus ride, and mine was the last stop. he was also the father of my boyfriend, who was a little black boy in 3rd grade, and i don't remember his name, but he was cool. he used to kiss my cheek. so anyway, i lost this keychain, which had just oodles of sentimental value.

Q: does anyone but total jerks say "as it were"?
A: no.

theyaresoinlove

also, chris and justin are so in love! but i have this problem. they obviously both already love each other. it's hard to come up with any believable conflict for them beyond angst-of-not-knowing and reluctance on one or the other's part because they're afraid.

but how often can i write that plot??? and for some reason, chris is always the one that i write scared. well, it seems more believable, but eventually you people have to get tired of reading this shit.

conflict tally of my timbertrick stories:
spoon: justin is touchy-feely, which makes it hard for chris to control himself, and he won't come out and say he loves chris. this is more justin being the afraid one, although there's self-loathing from chris too.

weak: chris is just sort of brooding. there's no real conflict except that they don't know they love each other.

jumping to conclusions: no conflict. humor and fluff.

so damn hot: chris and justin are fucking, but chris assumes that justin's not in love with him, and he's getting pissed about this. justin says he loves him and chris doesn't believe him at first.

hitch: justin doesn't want to say anything out loud, so he tries to just show chris he loves him by the way he acts, and chris isn't picking up the messages because he's sort of afraid, and used to not being loved.

implicit: they have sex, but chris thinks justin just wants sex, even though that's a stupid thing to think. he is afraid because having the longing thing taken away turns his world upside down, because over time, it's become all he was.

kiss: chris has been longing for justin for a long time and justin has been longing for chris and neither one of them knew about the other one and neither one of them said anything.

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can't decide if should be insulted that violet is the artsy color. bleh. did i say that already?

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so steve watched charlotte's web tonight! squee. one of the few movies that didn't utterly suck compared to the book, though of course the book was better. but anyway, yeah. so, cute. love that barbershop quartet at the county fair and that little song from the beginning that pearl sings to wilbur, "i used to think the sum of one and one was two, but we add up to more, me and you."