what is up with this?

1. had nightmare in which my parents bought me an apartment in boston approximately the size of a walk-in closet, which was what you might expect a cabin to look like on a space ship, and were going to force me to live in it despite the fact that it was small and dirty and scary and i don't live in boston. so i threw a tantrum.

2. have greek test today. cannot even remember which lesson teaches which vocab/declension, let alone the declensions and conjugations themselves. am so screwed. must go buy greek book--this might help.

[edit: 3. does anyone else get fb along the lines of "your story was amazingly likeable given that i hate nsync"? no? well, look, i'm getting sick of it. they couldn't tell from the story that hearing "i hate nsync" wouldn't make me happy? ahem. i may or may not have written an extremely bitchy response to such a fb email yesterday. just lucky the person seemed abashed rather than mortally insulted. but. dude. yes.]
<--very, very sad
<--with laundry to do

the poor taste of the unwashed masses

also. for those of you who, like me, have this syndrome whereby you think you're always right, and everyone who disagrees with you is probably wrong although you don't want to be too mean and unaccepting about it and of course other opinions are acceptable but it's just how could they think that. especially when it's not what you think?

uhm. so yes, have always been of the opinion that the vast majority of people are stupid. evidence the kind of books that get to be vastly popular, with, of course, the notable exception of harry potter--except that hp isn't even the best of its genre (british children's fantasy) out there, and it just figures the best wouldn't come close to it. right. but look at tom clancy, stephen king, danielle steele, that dude who wrote jurassic park, and the guy who writes all those exactlythesame!lawyer novels that are supposed to be dramatic. even within sff, look at mercedes lackey, marion zimmer bradley, anne mccaffrey, david weber. the list goes on.

pop music is obviously the exception here, because the only criterion for it isn't absolute quality of music/etc, but also includes catchiness, sparkliness, cool dance moves, appearance in eye makeup.

ahem. so. my point is that i shouldn't be surprised when the very slash stories that i find the most maudlin, insipid, predictable, mischaracterized repetitive bullshit ever garner pages of feedback and squishy gushing goodness from hordes of fans. why? well, evidently brain damage, or simple native lack of intelligence and good taste. so why am i surprised? but i always, always am.

naming no names of fics. hey, i'm probably not talking about any of the people who are reading this.

someone agree with me to make me feel better.

*pout*

fashion cop strikes.

so, my cousin is technically married already and has a baby but she's having her formal wedding in july.

i am one of four cousins of approximately the same age (look, weren't we precious 2 years ago?):



so anyway, kyndra has decided that she must be more beautiful than the rest of us at her wedding, so is giving us lavendar gowns. possibly with puffed sleeves. oh, the horror! kyndra! noooooooooooooooooo!

*whimper*

also:



rather disappointing, no? i think they should ask questions about graphic sexual fiction in there, and my score would have gone up.

and i make the discovery...

...that work does not actually suck. go me! whew!

this greek is... well, it's satan spawn still, but it's intriguing satan spawn. i can practically feel little electrons jumping across synapses and shit. --next up: japanese translation, and then linguistics!

bad note: in desperate need of a greek dictionary. the one the prof. ordered costs $50, which is (a) more than our textbook and (b) more money than i have right now.

yech.

weirdness, life, japanese people

isn't it wonderful how sometimes things happen that surprise you so much you just can't stop laughing?

1. in japan two years ago. walking with host parents and na-chan (sister) down the hill from kiyomizudera, the temple, past the little shops. stop and buy green tea/vanilla swirl icecream (the best). mama is wearing green shirt and white jeans, so i say, "mama, you match my icecream." mama: oh, great, i'm icecream. papa: *laughs* mama: papa, i am icecream. have some! *picking up the edge of her shirt* papa: *laughs* me: *fall over from shock* papa: no, i don't like it. mama: [says in japanese what i later find out means "please lick"]

2. my japanese prof. (otherwise known as the coolest advisor in the universe) wrote our textbook. my drill partner* and i are going over the speaking sections for all the old chapters today, and laughing at errors. prof. asks us to mention any we find, so i say, flipping the page, "there is this really bad one..." of an instance where a line got assigned to the wrong speaker, resulting in much confusion. prof: really bad! don't say that! bad girl! *hits my shoulder, laughing* me: *die of shock* prof: *to my partner* i think we will make her write a textbook, huh? and then we will pass it out and everyone will say it is really bad. partner: *no help at all* prof: *keeps hitting my shoulder--seriously, like 10 times* me: *can't stop laughing to save my life, or to explain more carefully what i was talking about*

tonight, i spent more than 3 hours on 20 japanese sentences and 6 greek sentences. the greek sentences took about 2.5 of those hours. ...does something strike you as strange?

*drill partner looks a lot like julian bashir, the dr from star trek: ds9. not quite as cute. but def. close enough.