(no subject)

i wanted very much to remember whatever dream i had last night, but most of whatever i remember has to do with this warm-ness, and looking at someone. also someone patted me on the head. (am confused about this.) i don't even remember who the someone(s) was(were). there was a cat. there was aubry. i keep dreaming about her a lot, lately, not that this is a bad thing. in other news, crushes are annoying. if i develop one, will def. need to be kicked. am determined not to.

more bitching

1. hate skim milk, H-A-T-E
2. don't you despise discovering injuries on your body and you don't know how they got there? there's this little tiny cut on my wrist that's already started to form a scab. it looks infected. wtf? when did this happen? makes me think i'm getting senile. --not before the age of 20, dammit!

mock anyone you like

holls! there really is someone named roy in my greek class! you can imagine my face when she called on him. i had to cover my face with my hands. if i'm not careful i'll get a reputation for laughing out of nowhere, and people will think i'm insane, and it will be all your fault. i hope you're suitably subdued by this prospect.

GP=greek professor; italics are thought-dialogue

gp: so someone tell me what this verb "gorgizdo" means.
class: ...
gp: obviously, this is a made-up verb; it means "to speak like gorgias."
me: obviously.
gp: so, ... cim, tell me how to say "i will speak like julian[the boy sitting next to me]." the first thing we have to do is figure out how to make the "j" sound...

a few minutes later--

gp: so, tzouliaso: i will speak like julian. julian, tell me how to say "you will speak like julian."
julian: i think someone else should have to say it. and they should have to say it like me.
[laughter]
gp: alright. roy.
roy: uhm... tzoulia...seis.
gp: right!
[laughter]
gp: of course, you can make fun of anyone you like in this way.

which is what i wanted to do. but i'm not really speaking like anyone but myself.

<--miffed look. picture a little scowl, like >:-|

also: IT SMELLS LIKE URINE IN THE STAIRS AGAIN. why me????

quotd(s) and pathetic squealing

"philosophers who favor propositions have said that propisitions are needed because truth is intelligible only of propositions, not of sentences. an unsympathetic answer is that we can explain the truth of sentences to the propositionalist in his own terms: sentences are true whose meanings are true propositions. any failure of intelligibility here is already his own fault." --willard van orman quine, philosophy of logic, quoted in triton by the much-worshipped samuel r delany

the pathetic squealing is about delany. dude, i <3 this guy more than imaginable. he is so cool. his novels reduce me to quivering admiration. and he's so much better that i don't feel any envy, even. dammit, he wrote like this in college, so it's not like i might grow into it. he is def. smarter than me. one of the most brilliant geniuses to ever hit the world of sf. triton and the einstein intersection and babel-17. also dhalgren, which i have not yet read. many more books. i don't have time to read for pleasure. *whine*

<--can't not love a jovial gay black man who resembles a black santa claus dressed in black leather. i just want to see him sing "jingle bell rock" and my life will be complete. actually, just seeing him at all would be pretty fucking awesome.

<--maybe i will? *has a thought* going to look for con listings on internet! irrationally excited all of a sudden! squee!

[music update|shakira-estoy aqui]

g grandma update.

grandma is much better; they think it was "just" a stroke, not a heart attack. stuff is back to normal? she recognized people.

i feel like i have cheated fate.

this means i have to go to her house the next opportunity i have to visit.

small price to pay, i suppose.

junto a tí creo que aumenté más de tres kilos con tus tantos dulces besos repartidos

my rl best friend got a lj--from me, of course.

what's up with the lack of icons? get back from class, already, and make some! geez.

[edit--yes, i'm stupid. i fixed the link. guinevere, as in king arthur legend, as in morgana le fey? right. going to hide now.]

fellowship fella?

http://quiz.oishikatta.com/fellow/

i can't get into this quiz.

am v. sad.

help?

oishikatta.com. i love it. i am in love. damn, i am in love with too many things/people/words now. (means yummy, in japanese, and i imagine they're applying it to people... not quite the usual thing and so all the cooler.)

a new bit of persephone up.

hey. more of the old het persephone story. [persephone ii], which i cleverly titled "child's play" when i was 15. because, um, there is playing and it is about children? yeah, cough cough. also, later, thought of "persephone and the village girls"--ie, she befriends the village girls. yeah. but was too lazy to change it. at any rate, a sample of the playing:

Several days and nerve-wracking adventures later, the five shepherdess crouched together on the banks of the river, holding their breaths for fear of discovery as the giants thundered through the forest.

"What we didn't know," Persephone explained, "is that Maia's..."

"Hellen's!"

"Hellen's father is actually the river god, Anchises. Naiads?" An alert face appeared over the rim of the fountain. "Have you been listening?"

"Oh, yes!" She grinned.

"Would you mind being Anchises?"

The game resumed. The tiny specks that were their friends and steeds, the pegasii, vanished overhead.

"I hope they can find help," Danae whispered.

"Ino," Persephone said, "we know they can find help."

"Oh, sorry. I hope they can reach Athena in time," Danae whispered.

"My daughter!" Came a rumble from the river. They leaned over the river. The face of the river-
god, distinguished -

"and handsome," the naiad added.

The handsome, distinguished face of the river-god stared up at them. "My daughter," he whispered. He rose up from the water, and reached out to touch Hellen's hand. "I am Anchises," he said, "and you are my child. To me, all of you! I will protect you!"

Which tarot card are you?

hahahaha, cool. in my mythic tarot, the high priestess is my girl, persephone! i am persephone. i knew it... because i get kidnapped at adolescence and eventually become the queen of the underworld, ruling at hades' side, and because i'm responsible for the changing of seasons, and because. yeah. actually the persephone myth is related to sumerian ones and stuff that were all about menstrual blood in allegory and stuff. so, cool.

anyway.

will someone tell me what the fuck the deal is with lance?

is he actually going into space? did it cost $20 mil? how? and uhm...

why? ...besides the lifelong dream thing ...because that's so. uhm. loser.

lance: now, what's the most annoying way i could waste $20 million?

[edit: OK, not THE most annoying.]

Evil Overlord Lance

so, katie wrote a. scene. thing. about lance's plans for world domination.

i think i made myself sick laughing.

and silvia made me a void icon.

suspect my helpless squeeing over this may be pitiful, from the reactions of guinevere. but, hey. embrace the lameness, dude. it's a pitiful abused nerd and a pitiful abused, uhm, bully. right. they're in love. and there's also a girl, and you really really envy her, n'est c'pas? even if the bully is unfortunately blond.

i don't like blond boys.

with the exception of lance of course... i like evil boys regardless of haircolor, eyelash length and personal hygiene, especially when they are bitchy and better than everyone else. go, lance! you're right! everyone else is stupid!

*sniffle*

i am surely not so lame as to be mentally mixing j pop with american pop country in my head?

<--ack. run away. run fast.

but it sort of sounds good--that's the scary part--why do i always seem to go insane around, oh, 10 pm? hey! *idea strikes cim with enough force to injure* maybe it's a sign that i am not getting enough sleep?

<--and i am DEFINITELY not thinking about downloading mixing software so i can do it. *whimpers* help me!

i need to write.

but i can't until i read language: introductory readings and northanger abbey. also, should probably finish babel-17 and re-read the two towers. and my star trek iv novelization is staring balefully at me, too. look, i'm going to eventually write it! maybe i'll just do it now and make it short, get it out of my hair? not until i finish at least another chapter of the linguistics text.

goddammit. have to work tomorrow. ickbleh. ugh. blargh. nerble.

also. lucy making fun of lyrics. "up against the wall." exactly. and everyone knows chris's nickname is "shorty." i mean, it's not like this is a secret.

but the problem is that it was obviously justin who lusts for chris. i can't believe she didn't get that.