she-ra

dreamed my not-aunt carolyn was my teacher and my best friend and i were working together in a group for a big class project to make she-ra. we had the correct barbie doll, but we couldn't find the clothes. i just knew i'd seen them, but when i found her shirt, it tore into pieces before i could put it on her and her skirt was nowhere to be found, and the boots were all the wrong color, so we were going to have to paint them gold.

then was camping on a mountain--mt nebo in arkansas--and my daddy wouldn't let me drive. hmph! i'm a better driver than my mom, i'll have you know.

a;lskdjfa;lksdjfa;lksjfas!! mornings.

it may or may not be 7 am. i can't sleep more than 8 hours no matter how much i try or how early i go to bed or how much the back of my neck hurts. stupid. fucking. medicine. am SO pissed at the goddamned medicine. and greek quiz today. my brain hurts. i want to lounge about and write.

why do the rabid plot bunnies attack ONLY when you're writing/reading something non-slash and important? last night while reading greek stared off into space until a she-ra/catra femmeslash coalesced completely into my head. will be bleak and bad and violent. getting my toes wet in psychoses before moving to the shelley/byron?
eh.

you make the call.

touching things.

so, more 7:30 am pseudo-deep thoughts. you know how if you don't touch babies, their brains atrophy or something and they don't develop language and become insane? this is clearly proof that humans need to be touched, which brings me to why college is bad for me. the last person i touched was rm#1 a week and a half ago, when her boyfriend left and she was crying and i hugged her twice.

oh, no, wait, the scary Ovary!Nurse poked my stomach. but that hardly counts.

what if my brain atrophies?

maybe there should be some kind of hug-club. *worry worry*

virulently important language update

one possible meaning of my [real] name in japanese is "hairy shore."

*yawn*

gacked from koda and *sunnie:

( current stuff about me. yawn. )

(no subject)

things i hate: morons.

of course, they're also practically my sole source of entertainment.

greek update

greek prof: so, cim, you're getting caught up from being sick?
me: well, i'm behind in my homework, but i did manage to study.
her: *beaming* good, good. well, you've got spring break.
me: *joking* yeah, i can spend all of my week off poring over greek books.
her: *not joking* that's what i did my freshman year.
me: *fleeing in horror* eep!

--she's SERIOUS. what. the. FUCK.

oh well.

<--not going to crack the greek book over break

hmmmm.

chris bohjalian's midwives. anyone read it? my cutesnugglyinloveminimommy! cousin is reading it for a class. and she thought it was good. but otoh, is an oprah book club selection. so. thoughts?

eeeeeeee!

OH. MY. GOD. english professor just used my paper [the evil one of last week] as the good example. class spent roughly one hour praising it today. ah. ah. did i mention i worship this cool lesbian professor?!

eeeeeeeeee! got an A! started at 9pm the night before!

and using my newfound moral highground (embarrassed practically through the floor, and she hadn't asked permission), i offered her wax_jism's "murder ballad" for its parallel with frankenstein, with a gore warning. (her: uh, thanks. i think.)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

*tap tap tap*

am hyper. wish to be entertained. do not wish to write. ladedadeda.

spam. *alert look*

mmm... CHOCOLATE! whee.

just realized that when i gave story to professor forgot to mention it was slash. she's lesbian, so it won't give her a heart attack, certainly, but there's no guarantee she's even heard of slash... ahem.

haha.

write? o_O?

did i mention the chocolate?

you try to feel me, but i'm so out of touch

so i can't write in a real chair. i can only write lying down with the laptop in my lap.

so! no writing.

<--proud of logic skills

psa

rm#2 is going to take a break, junior year, from dating only seniors, by dating prince william, who will also be at university of edinburgh.

/psa

[edit with cool lyrics:

give me more than one caress
satisfy this hungriness [edit-ha! spelled it right.]

...
you kiss me
with your kiss my life begins

may have to use lyrics again for upcoming bleak!fic. can't decide if it will be she-ra/catra or something else. feel like dabbling at femmeslash again.]

spam and jealousy

or: why you should keep the ex around

cimorene111:
"Neurotics proceed with delusions of grandeur. Napoleon Bonaparte take the lead. Jesus Christ bring up the rear." --Samuel R. Delany, _Babel-17_

cimorene111: he's so fucking brilliant.
cimorene111: i'm fucking in love with him.
cimorene111: er. but not really.
Kwirb X: hehe
cimorene111: since he's an old gay guy.
cimorene111: but, yeah.
cimorene111: i worship him.
Kwirb X: yeah, you told me
Kwirb X: I'm dating him now

[edit: not that girls can't want gay guys. they can. but, you know, that would be setting myself up for heartbreak! oh the desolation! my lovely dancing santa delany! --so. our love will remain one-sided and platonic.]