*blink blink*

just woke up v. confused from dream in which i was in a class where the professor and some henchmen were trying to kill me and all my friends. was standing in a church--a cathedral really--turned around and in the open door, two friends, a boy and girl, were dangling upside down like bats, so i said, "you know, i am not convinced that all my teachers are perfectly agreeable." (wtf?) then my friend meghan started explaining how she thought the teacher's henchman had tried to run over her brother (she doesn't have a brother) and trained a dog to sneak into her house while she was gone, because "you know how a dog will go after something if that something smells like it...? well, i dunno, but i think that like my window doesn't lock all the way...? and every day when i come home from school it's like my room is not quite the same as when i left it...?"

me: the dog is not sneaking into your room during the day through the window! dogs cannot open windows!
meghan: *annoyed* maybe this is a v. smart dog.

ven ca

so, now do i write viggorli or domlijah? i did have a plot bunny. thought it wasn't really ready to be written, but must write SOMETHING, and the shelley thing is still fermenting. hm...

wax is writing! whee! :-D

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dammit, i was about to do something that was important. and now i can't remember what it was! ahhhhh!

i need something unpleasant to do. *eyes textbooks* no, nevermind. i don't.

hm. grmph. domlijah? o_O?

courtesy of holls:

the fellowship of the ring performing the tragedy of romeo and juliet, with the balrog as juliet.

gandalf: for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
balrog: a;lsjfa;dskjfa;lksjdf;alksjdfasldjfas;ldkfa.

wheeeeeeee ramblingthatisverylongwinded, but hopefully still entertaining.

bumpersticker seen at the mall:

american liberalism:
the fourth reich?

i almost, but not quite, died of laughter at that. so i don't know about liberalism, but american consumerism is pretty fucking scary, case in point the new super target. we already have, may i point out, two malls, three kmarts and a superwalmart (whatever that's called--walmart supercenter) with a sam's club? so today went to mall #1 (a long long 10 minute drive away, and i drove, because my dad had been drinking Bad Alcohol, otherwise known as beer), where the sister wished to purchase a sketch pad.

michael's, the verytacky! crafts store, is amusing, but overall, not worth the trip. i mean, banks of fake flowers and $12 rubber stamps with floppy bunny illustrations of the concept of family are all very nice (and the latter would no doubt make a fascinatingly existentialist coverillo for void by the adorable wax), but they lose their charm after the first 20 minutes of easter displays. can i just say now that i love plot bunnies almost as much as i love all of you. however, IF i were going to be a pink foam bunny visor (this is a big if) my teeth would by white, and my mouth would not open, and my bowtie would not, by all that's holy, be GREEN?

i'm a good driver, but my uncle joe rear-ended me today when leaving supertarget for home. hmph. everyone was more worried about white paint on his black mini-suv than black paint on my little white car. wtf? --no, i really AM a good driver. i swear. cross my heart. and. er. something? on... the soul of my english-teacher grandmother.

have also decided that while there is a certain cachet associated with loud rumbly bass and rap in the south, there is no cachet anywhere for country. will deny it with my dying breath. (exceptions: jo dee messina, lee ann womack, shania twain.)

i should take naps more often--am now all boingy. going to write that domlijah that some people mentioned. thought i got all the sex out of my system with that extremely lascivious femmeslash i just posted, but such is not the case.

pinky, are you pondering what i'm pondering?

i think so, brain, but if cher and i had kids, wouldn't they be furry and have little tails?

um. ( resultsofanotheroneofthosefuckingquizzes )

help wanted! :p

--of the plot bunny variety.

eager, puppyish, underweight college student seeks inspiration for smutty domlijah goodness. all plot bunny body parts accepted, even the putrescent ones--i just read frankenstein, after all, much to my dismay!

someone? throw me random snippets of ideas? i have a core of an idea, but i need to figure out (a) why lijah is so eager to get dom's attention, other than dom's cuteness. i mean, why would dom not be paying attention to him? (b) what kinds of curse words does lij use in everyday conversation? stuff like that. um. help? and. what kinds of drinking games do they play? anyone? ally_star? <--pitifully sheltered. people play chess as a drinking game at my school.

[edit: what is it about a beta that never fails to make my day? if only she had im and no life... *pout*]