dreamy

1. please note that i've def. decided to take creative writing next semester.

2. as i was leaving the bathroom, encountered Domlookalike!Boy wearing the boxers that are frequently left in the shower. almost said something like, "and please take your underwear with you when you leave." thought better of it at last moment. damn.

3. should not have read story last night where in obi-wan was pregnant with jar-jar binks's love child; was the cause, i suspect, of dream wherein i was pregnant. all my family came to visit and then they paid no attention to me. think i had the baby, but unsure--was so doped up that i later couldn't remember and everyone kept ignoring me when i asked. my dad and aunts and uncles were all out at the wildflower society sale and the only one there was my roommate's mother. we were looking at pictures of her sitting on the side of my bed petting my hair while i tried and failed to ask if the baby had yet been born. my feelings were hurt that at least my daddy didn't pay attention, so i crawled in his lap and cried and he said he thought i had post-partum depression. there was no sign or thought of a father; i don't think there was a boy involved at all.

[edit: fuck; skip 9 am class, and spend so much time on lj that i still don't have time for both breakfast and homework. gah. gah.]

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saw blond boy in cafeteria who looked only a tiny bit like lance, but made up for this with the addition of both glasses AND stubble.

was taking nap, and emerged from bedroom to living room to find lisa and her bf in bed on cate's futon there, most likely naked under a blanket. i DID knock.

she KNEW i was there.

HELLO?

also, my back hurts. a lot. don't want to go to class.

class. bleh. hmph.

class. whee.

<--trying to summon enthusiasm.

look at the bright side: when i finish reading frankenstein i can... uh... write frankenstein slash.

wait. was there supposed to be a bright side?

bizaaaaaaaaarre.

historical real person slash: byron/shelley. plus twisted threesome with mary shelley (percy shelley's wife, that is). author of frankenstein, which seems quite full of sublimated homoerotic impulses, as pointed out the cool lesbian novelist teacher. there's all this male/male stuff and then she sticks a woman in between...

i'll be very lucky if i escape writing this.

well, tell me this: will anyone read it?

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i don't like this secret admirer crap. maybe i should be flattered, but i don't seem to have it in me. instead am much disturbed. don't like the anonymous crush thingies.

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cheese trio goldfish crackers. including PARMESAN! i'm in heaven.

*eyes greek book warily*

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from the washington post.

6. Lymph (v.), to walk with a lisp.
11. Rectitude (n.), the formal, dignified demeanor assumed by a
proctologist immediately before he examines you.
13. Circumvent (n.), the opening in the front of boxer
shorts

also: my dad is going to a 7 pm lecture on mosasaurs. *giggles* *virtual cuddles for her dad*

for spain

EEEEE! i have successfully done nothing today.

*goes to write story*

although. i did skip dinner.

[me: lukewarm ramen aren't that good.
lisa's bf: no, i wouldn't imagine they would be.
me: better than no dinner, though!
lbf: yes... *tolerantly*

hehe. he is tolerant. i like him.

i also like wax, for, among other things, a wonderful photo of lij resembling my mother.*

lij. dressed like. my mother. in the 70s. bwahahahahaha.]

*which i immediately lost