an EVIL week?

i foresee, in the near future, getting over my irrational fear of bad grades, because i will fear studying more than i fear the censure of even my favorite (well. 2nd favorite) professors! (advisor: *writes "good"* me: eep! not "very good"?)

i wonder why dean pompous wanted an appointment with me today, k'sal? --you know, they seem to think that, like, people on the internet aren't REAL people. fuck them. i may, however, continue seeing the psychologist-shrink to chat with her. have not yet told her about slash (heh heh), but perhaps it will be time soon. can shock her! yay! she can add the "trying to live up to expectations" thing for my dad into one of those complexes where you will die if you don't get attention. ahem. whatever THAT'S called.

one week--just one more bloody week, one greek quiz, one paper returned, one load of laundry--going home friday, to see favorite aunt and uncle AND the lovely DA-JI, MOMMY and LILLY-CHAN--i can *do* this.

note to aubry: i figured we'd have to hang up soon anyway, and lisa's bf called right after, and, you know. will email you today. kisses.

(no subject)

main stairway smell: dill pickles and cigarettes. *gag*

class

oooooh, the rebellion. am in japanese class. have successfully bruised [did i say bruised? no, blistered! blistered.] both ankles with the evil vintage boots. also: wood soles on boots? bad idea.

also, another edit, post-greek class: i'm so fucked. i might as well stop going to greek entirely. it's not like i don't pay attention! and it's not like i don't understand things. the problem is memorizing. i fucking suck at memorizing lists of things and i don't have the time or patience to sit down and recite greek verbs and nouns and adjectives, AND i've been feeling like shit, and i'm STILL behind in japanese from being sick last semester, and. guh. life fucking SUCKS. i have another greek quiz wednesday, and i have to take friday's tomorrow, because i don't have time to study AND take it before the japanese quiz i have to take at 1. --i'm clearly going to get no more writing done until spring break.

more of the day from hell.

day was much improved by petting from kwirbx and sweet! feedback from rakshi, and reading snicker-inducing fun by wax_jism; would be perfect if could receive communiques from aubry, ravie, k'sal, or steve. *sigh*

will make do.

also: the newest star trek is a giant seething mass of racism, sexism, and other bad things.--from the nation, which rocks.

finally someone said it, about the newest star trek: enterprise. it. sucks. it is stupid and horrible. and. and. it just is. <--hates it

[edit 2. should be studying. what am i doing? cleaning the mirror? what the fuck?]

to avoid complications she never kept the same address

boy next door blasts ella fitzgerald, louis armstrong, queen (queen jazz and sheer heart attack only thus far, not night at the opera or news of the world as he should), and occasionally pop.

am in love.

want his fucking speakers. *kicks desk on which rests puny laptop* ow.

procrastinate later

dean pompous had nothing of import to say, but gothic novel class was cool. did not *quite* get up nerve to offer wax_jism's murder ballad to cool lesbian professor, who ought to appreciate it because of the striking similarities to frankenstein.

aha! i'm now blue! yay me. --er. yes. haven't studied for greek. perhaps this was a bad idea. ...no, because not dying of, you know, insanity is always preferable to the alternative. and i didn't eat icecream today. at all. even though they had peanut butter. sad, n'est c'pas? i want a truffle. mmmm.

*blink blink*

<--alert

choking on your smile

fucking with color schemes because i needed something to do other than greek.

yeah, yeah. shut up.

well, i felt pink, and the turquoise was getting old.