i don't intend to wake up before 8 am ever again.
let it be recorded. no, no, no. it is SO wrong.
2002-02-28
boredom! boing! NOOO! it's cold outside!
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elfiepike
if you have the time, please recommend the following:
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elfiepikeif you have the time, please recommend the following:
1. A Movie
2. A Book
3. A Music Artist/CD
4. An LJ user not on my friends list
5. A Website
6. A Song to download
it is. windy and snowy. and. i don't want to wear a sweater.
hey, kmazzy, what's up? i haven't talked to you in several days. o_O maybe you hate me? :p
in other news: i'm writing way too much in the lj today, and thought i was over the crush but am not. hmph. [edit: i am so. fucking. pitiful. *groan*][edit: did i mention that i had to wake up at 8 am? and now it is too late to go back to sleep. and i'm VERY sleepy and sad and *whimper*]
( but hey, look, shakira. )
kmazzy, what's up? i haven't talked to you in several days. o_O maybe you hate me? :p in other news: i'm writing way too much in the lj today, and thought i was over the crush but am not. hmph. [edit: i am so. fucking. pitiful. *groan*][edit: did i mention that i had to wake up at 8 am? and now it is too late to go back to sleep. and i'm VERY sleepy and sad and *whimper*]
( but hey, look, shakira. )
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and my fingers are frozen
beverages should not be turquoise.
hamburgers should not be flower-shaped.
i spend far too much time having revelations of this variety.
hamburgers should not be flower-shaped.
i spend far too much time having revelations of this variety.
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i greatly desire a nap. also:
in homer, there's always an epithet attached to someone's name. you know, "swift-footed achilles." am thinking of "edible elijah" but am not sure if the alliteration's too tacky. "adorable elijah"? "elijah, whose eyes are really fucking BLUE"? what about sean a? "cuddly sean." and sean b: "the other sean." yay! this is fun. oh right--i'm supposed to be apathetic.
in homer, there's always an epithet attached to someone's name. you know, "swift-footed achilles." am thinking of "edible elijah" but am not sure if the alliteration's too tacky. "adorable elijah"? "elijah, whose eyes are really fucking BLUE"? what about sean a? "cuddly sean." and sean b: "the other sean." yay! this is fun. oh right--i'm supposed to be apathetic.
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stupid bullshit questions for theme house applications: "what do you want the house to be for you?" "what do you feel you could contribute to the house?" "what is your idea of a favorable community?" --my rc says she likes bullshit. wtf?
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after the museum... comes... the walking back outside with the scarf on. :(
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.]
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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dessert bar
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.
<--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.