serial killers.

[edit: oh yeah. this is a dream. not such a long one, either, fortunately.]

so mom, dad, me, and my sister were at a quaint icecream shop with my aunt/uncle/cousins. we're talking QUAINT. most of it was outdoors and covered with weird murals, including the parking lot, and there was a v. cute waiter who looked almost exactly like Odo from DS9. but younger. i was in love with him. ok, not really. but i had a crush. and i had a keylime pie icecream. thing. and ooooh, those are v. good.

so anyway, i actually had 2 of them. and then dad and lil left with the aunt/uncle, leaving me and my mom, who promptly turned into a nanny a la mary poppins while i was flirting with odo as opposed to watching, and when i turned around the nanny was conversing with this suspicious-looking character who was a bit older than her, dressed in the kinds of shoes you just knew belonged to a theif. mary poppins didn't believe me, and accepted a ride to memphis from him (??). having failed to convince her, i set about proving it in the car, which made him stutter and change the subject (so, where did you get this car?) and when we left the icecream shop, police cars followed us with sirens because we had not paid for the icecream. finally mary believed it, but we were unable to figure out how to escape from the car. the guy was getting weirder and was clearly a serial killer, by this point. i think the dream ended at a sonic, where he was evidently going to steal some more food, but i don't remember if i got away or not.

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urine smell update: stairs have been washed with bleach! yesssss! am contemplating a kiss for the (rather young and good-looking) janitor when next we meet.

greek update: prof still cool, nouns and adjectives still suck.

crush update: no appearance in dream, no sign of lessening of imminent obsession.

fuck.

clothing update: got a run in my one pair of pantyhose. growl.

oh, and startled! boy update: today he was startled! and tousled! and dressed in a grungy sweatshirt with stubble, yet for some reason this made him less appealing. *shrug*

cleaning shit

so today has been a wonderful, wonderful day. there is no feeling of accomplishment like that which follows fishing dirty bottle tops and unopened tampons and shit from under roommates' desks and vaccuuming up pounds and pounds of shit from all over both rooms. yay. --there's so much shit in here--it's amazing, behind the tv, under the desks and the futon and matted in the carpet, under the beds and the fans and... ew. just. ew.

and almost all of it are these tremendous nasty dust bunnies made out of tangled wads of shed hair (at least we're all brunette, so there's no blame being assigned) mixed with these little clouds of gray crap (ie, dust). predict i will start sneezing at any moment.

but. yes. put all my shoes back in the Corner of Shoes under the window/broken radiator; rescued dirty slipper from certain death under the desk, along with the better of two spanish dictionaries and an invitation to a reading from my professor's new novel--crybaby butch (lisa: what's it called? me: the book? --duh. crybaby butch. lisa: *eyebrow* me: yeah, well, it's not a very promising title, but she's witty and nice so it might be good). oh. and also threw away lots of pieces of various bandaids.

god, we're gross.

<--sweaty and happy and sneezing. open window? hm hm hm hm.

in other news, i know how to say "i want a lot of chairs" in japanese, in the distal (/formal) style. for some reason i find this highly amusing.

random poetic inspiration

first lines which demand to be used as soon as i possibly can--where do they come from? (<--randomly popped into her head)

"And there was a time when, if I had seen you, I would not have known your face?"

<--feels the story creeping up on her. no, must finish reading and japanese drills first! must!

food update: vegan shepherd's pie smells like: cat food. best color of sprinkles for peanut butter icecream+cap'n cruch is: chocolate (color, not flavor, as far as i can tell). peanut butter icecream+choc sprinkles+cap'n cruch is: orgasm-inducing, almost. crush status: mild worsening. (just felt like throwing that in there.)

i learned how to do a cutaway post.

my computer thinks it is friday, feb. 21, for some reason. i know this is wrong. evil creature.

going to write that story now.

( so i took, not one of those random identification tests, but a quiz. )