spam! yes! of course spam! putting off the inevitable.

i still do have to study tomorrow. maybe i should go to bed. uhhhhhhh.

the rc from the second floor is tall and thin and black and ohsocute. big eyes too, though of course they're brown... can occasionally be seen half-naked on the balcony, which is very nice indeed. being in new england now makes me miss black people, though i see them when i go home. you know, charlotte/atlanta airport, and suddenly there's warm air, sweet iced tea, black people working in the airports... anyway. yeah. but he's quite scrumptious and has no trace of the icky southern accent. have had no occasion to test this, but suspect it tastes as awful as it sounds.

rm#1's grandmother has a brooklyn accent that makes me giggle, and rm#2's boyfriend is a creepy little freak.

want cocoa.

why do people write bad fiction? what's that rhyme...hit your child when he coughs and kick him when he sneezes; he only does it to annoy and not because he pleases. grrr.

dreams

lately haven't been remembering my dreams. but last night dreamed that i was elaine from seinfeld, which i have never watched all the way through. like NEVER. then dreamed my parents and i were taking, like, the subway to washington dc, but it turned into the bus, and they went home without me so i had to return by myself. i got on a ferry instead and turned into a tiny little girl, and i had another mother entirely. an assassin came on the boat and framed me for her murder. i think we were in venice by all the lights.

going to venice would be nice.

in other news, am convinced that dom and lij really are in love, goddammit. don't want to be convinced, but am. pooooooooooooooor billy. *sniff*

funny things you think, times like these

i want to make a list of people i hate.

of course, no one would know who most of them are.

mean-spirited of me to think this is a BAD thing.

but. *growl*

wheeeeeeeeee. [splat.]

i want to sing. out loud. loudly. along with christina. and horribly screw up her riffs. will settle for aubry. uhm. right. oops! email for aubry!

*scurries away*

no. wait. 1. wearing tuxedo blouse in honor of lij and dom. theirloveissopure. must write fic soon. 2. have talked to wax instead of working. go me! 3. outwitted by combined efforts of breakfast and medicine. damn you! *shakes fist*

iconnage

dom and lij. theyaresoinlove. eeep! look at my icon! look! :) no lij in it. but it's my favorite picture of dom. (to see it, non-lj'ers, you have to click "comment.") ahahaha. cute little sblomie.

:(

quick, how much vocabulary can i memorize in 2 hours?

etymology because you were interested. ok. well. because i am.

cimorene111: how does "apocalyptic" mean "lifting of the veil"?
cimorene111: where's the "veil" in there?
cimorene111: aha. apocalyptic: Of or pertaining to the ‘Revelation’ of St. John.
cimorene111: greek "apocalypsis," adj, "of action"; greek noun "apocalyptein" to disclose; greek "apo" (off) + "kalyptein" (to cover).

and you thought i hated greek. ;p

...

1. last thursday's greek.
2. work/tomorrow's greek.
3. print out that story for the professor.
4. curl up and cry.
5. does it really reduce stress to get a C for the first time? someone tell me this.

er?

so i took the quiz, and not only was it short, it was easy.

am i pleased?

no. i am pissed. beyond pissed. i want to kick things. i could've been studying for tomorrow's instead. i could've been. uh. wasting time. yeah. but.

perhaps i need to be kicked. otoh, could be painful.

nervous bouncy boredness!

oooooops. getting restless-shiftless-jumpy. want. to. run. around. no, i want to dance, and i don't feel weak anymore! but it's too laaaaaaaate! <--wail

okay, i lied; i feel silly, not jittery.

someone entertain me before i get sucked into the vortex of -mi verbs.

please? meep?

aaaaaaaaaaaah.

:p

may have to do work. er. first and second--aorist? bleh. someone tell me the irregular way to say "they fucked themselves," "they were fucking themselves"--how about "they should have fucked themselves"? sounds good.

words cannot sufficiently describe my distress.

mph. gr. !?

any time my eyelashes want to cease falling out would be fine with me. *blink blink* ow.

it fucking itches. and they keep getting in my eyes.

*looks in mirror* well... no bare spots. but. aqpoeijf;knkaj;lsdfjas! i don't like it.

<--sulks

yicky index

hours spent today reading greek: approximately 5
hours spent on feet: approximately 2.5 (in a row)
hours spent on email: less than one
meals eaten: two
fiction read for fun: none
things that annoyed me in a physical-discomfort way, other than the standing: 4
hours spent listening to rm#2's music: approximately 2

beauracracy at its finest

did you know there's an entire us senate committee dedicated to oversight of allocation of office space on capitol hill???

bwahahahahah!

the fierce debates! the fiery rhetoric! the vituperative, malicious maneuvering!

i want to slash the democratic committee head and the ranking republican member.

will resist temptation.

ahahahahahahahaha.

epiphanies of the obvious

have realized the plot of the stupid het stuff i'm writing is, well, stupid. and very precarious. "precarious" is the wrong word, actually; the only reason it hasn't fallen and shattered is that i haven't written it.

shut up and pretend you're surprised.