beta-ness!!!!!!!!!!!

current inventory of nicknames: cim; cim thing; cim-o-rama; cimmie; morgieporgie. note that while the last may be capitalized, none of the others can. i just want to know, though, what cim-evolving involves? ...oh. i get it. nevermind.

hmmm. think i prefer cim thing. like the word "thing." yes. like k'sal. and her brilliance. brilliant k'sal. i ate just for you. (uhm. ok. not really. but.)

"As far as I can tell from my throne in baffled-betadom, you decided to write this story from Kirk’s POV because you couldn’t touch Spock’s, but you decided to make the impression of the story on the reader’s mind match what’s going on in Spock’s. Isn’t that what "the force of my personality drew you like a satellite to a star from the beginning" is about?"

ahaha. ahahahahaha. okay. i bow to the baffled beta throne. *pets kirk and spock* my pretty little future! boys. theyaresoinlove. --funny how many couples like that you find in slash.

so. my story has been beta'd! i can take suggestions and post it! eeee! --tomorrow. *singing* and... it's midnight. (trumpet noise) yay. midnight. i know there is something significant about this. however. --will go to bed.

still disembodied

if i am never again awakened by pain, it will be too. fucking. soon.

knife?

[edit: the sick and nauseated mood icons are gross. ewwwww.]

professors. snerk. snort.

"I worry about Britney Spears."
-Professor Pritchard, discussing potential similarities between crossroads in Eliot's work and the movie "Crossroads"

ahahahahahahah! don't we all?

you say you love me and i hardly know your name

finished and posted the new story. kirk/spock slash, the original 1960s star trek.

in star trek ii, spock died of radiation poisoning to save the enterprise and said his final farewell to jim across a plexiglass barrier, with their hands pressed together on either side of it. in star trek iii jim moved heaven and earth to save the universe and recover his spock at once; at the end of iii, spock, with no memories returned yet, presumably, looked at jim and said: "jim. your name... is jim."

what happens now--and why hasn't jim ever thought about all this in quite these terms before?

[what i am to you]

for k'sal (love beyond words), adrienne (snuggles and thank you's and get-well's), and kk (ha! i told you i would!)

[have i mentioned that poorly-done photomontages make me snicker with glee? odd--i could have sworn they were supposed to have hands...]

k/s. *whimper*

slash plot summaries I: the clueless dude

[1] flirts with [2].
2: let's have sex.
1: unh? you mean you're gay?
2: yes.
1: whoa! but no way! i didn't even realize that i was attracted to you!
2: yes or no?
1: i can't make up my mind quickly! oh my god! can i have a minute?
2: *annoyed* i suppose.
1: *thinking* ...hell, yes. *to [2]* ask me again?
*they have sex*

this plot annoys me, but occasionally i read one that makes me melt. ah. ahaha. with the melting happy mushiness. came thisclose to crying. *sniffle*

i continue in my quest to torment random people! not that steve is random!

cimorene111: question about "you were meant for me":
cimorene111: who the hell puts white towels on the floor in the first place?
seg7474: ummmm

huh?

what do senatorial staffers do on capitol hill? i need to know this.

gr.

damn.

(no subject)

so daddy, what if i hate the story with the intense heat of a thousand suns? --am i still required to finish it?

twins separated at birth

cimorene111: ...khalid got me a "pervy hobbit fancier" shirt.
Jmh925: sweet!!
cimorene111: dad: did this have anything to do with insanity on his part?
Jmh925: you: no!
cimorene111: me: well, you know, who WOULDN'T i accept one from?
cimorene111: rev jerry falwell: come here, little girl, and get in the car... see, i have a niiiiiiiiiiice "phf" shirt for you.
cimorene111: me: *thinking* do i have to get in the car?
cimorene111: rjf: yes.
cimorene111: me: ...okay!
Jmh925: you: ok
cimorene111: ahahaha
Jmh925: hahahahaha

[edit: AT THE SAME TIME, she posted the following, from the same conversation:


cimorene111: so, i like to starve.
cimorene111: but not like a buffoon.
cimorene111: of course.
Jmh925: not even a starving one?
cimorene111: or a starving --
cimorene111: ahaha!
cimorene111: *pets jennifer*
cimorene111: separated at birth.
Jmh925: yes
Jmh925: surely
cimorene111: ahahahahaha

we were discussing the line of poetry, "I like to munch on lots of tasteful food/Rather than starve like a starving buffoon"--which, i am confident, scared wax even if she won't admit it. i AM a stalker, dammit.]

fucking dead languages. fucking het romance.

could i possibly have been less productive today? hello, i wrote less than a page of the godforsaken thing, and didn't study for greek--but otoh, prof didn't email me back, so maybe can take quiz on tues. instead?

must evidently resign myself to not making an A in greek. and not graduating magna or summa or whatever cum laude. grumble grumble.

priorities, dude. i'd rather write.