the hunting of the snark

highlights of the oscars:

-halle berry. her dress and her cuteness. among other things.
-a beautiful mind didn't win ALL the awards it was nominated for.
-sir ian fondled the boytoy on national tv.
-elijah looked startled. ohhhh yes. that boy is a MASTER of that expression.
-ron howard fell off of the edge of the stage and died--oh wait. apparently i imagined that. dammit.
-julia roberts, nicole kidman, and renee zellwegger being pretty.
-cameron diaz wore a dress that didn't suck.
-russell crowe's hair was charming and he didn't win best actor! *dances*

leaving winamp on all night.

oops.

the amount of antipathy i feel for my classes just now is really rather alarming. think i will skip the 9 am and eat a leisurely breakfast. will go tues. and thurs. at 10 to make up for it. but gromph.

[fuck! shampoo spilled on my super-expensive greek-english lexicon! aaa! *kicks shampoo*]

my computer started to freeze. will have to restart. have not begun my domlijah story YET, due to various things.

have the Cold from Hell. cough drops aren't cutting it, and sudafed cannot be taken in conjunction with antidepressants. fuck. throat so sore. almost threw up this morning, from ickygobsofgreenstuff in my throat. (yes, i know you wanted to know that!)

i miss my dog already, and realized that i left several shirts, one of my non-strapless bras, and possibly some books at home. need cuddles! wah. hmph.

DILEMMA!

have two harry potter calendars--the oil pastel one and the movie-images one! which one should i put up? :( :( :( --will compromise with both. one on top of the other, as have only one nail, but at least i'll feel better. oh my. isn't he ADORABLE? (dan radcliffe, i mean.) *snuggle*!

[another dilemma! was paid just over $200 dollars by dad. was struck by shoe-lust. wedges! espadrilles! ballet flats with little CUTOUTS! nine west! *whimper* books: $10; cds: $20; shoes: $100. bank account... can't deal with the stress. damn. and DAMN again. WANT. SHOES.]

(no subject)

the snow is v. v. pretty. and i broke my fingernail. must still eat lunch. but! shoe-lust!




red or taupe? red or taupe? more dilemma-ness!

shrink-ology 101

now YOU, TOO can be a college shrink! just follow these simple steps.

1. legal pad is absolutely essential, as is illegible scrawl. you will want to doodle while your patient talks.
2. sit in leather chair. recline at your ease. frown, but don't look too concerned. you're striving for urbane detachment.
3. you should say, "i think i remember that you were having some problems with the medicine" as if you really know exactly what you are talking about but want to be magnanimous by allowing the Weak Female Specimen the opportunity to speak.
4. your patient will probably babble excessively about her side-effects in an overly-dramatic manner. this is normal; she, being female, has a weak mind. don't soothe her too much, as you run the risk of reinforcing her undue stress on simple matters such as lack of nourishment.
5. listen to everything she says while doodling assiduously. repeat it to her and ask if that is all she's concerned with. if, for example, she has caught on fire or spontaneously collapsed. this subtle mention of other possible side-effects will help her to realize that hers are comparatively mild.
6. if she says "no" you should ask the question again, phrased differently, to ascertain that she is not lying. for example, "and you have no other concerns? nothing that i should know about? nothing else has bothered you? in the past few weeks you haven't noticed anything off other than what we've discussed?"
7. recommend that your patient resume your recommended course of medication. indicate that you think she is wise to do as you wish. weak females need this kind of periodic encouragement.
8. if her eyes start to glaze over as she nods, it is probably best to ignore this. it means nothing.

y que se escriba hoy una ultima canción

it's hot in here and i'm listless. *grumble*

they had the icky flavors of icecream today. *kicks things*

ok! im'd by rl friend. she gave me a pair of sexy black pants from express, you know, those side-slitted ones from last spring's collection? um. and i visited her in october and wore them and they were tight. and now... they are not tight. like. not loose, exactly, but... well, ok, yes. loose.

they look good. so. good things about losing weight? *searches frantically for up-side*

whee! icons for j and naina.

icon for guinevere33! voila!

and for southpaw526:


naina, the captions are negotiable. that last one was originally for ally, but she didn't want it, and i switched the phrase. ;)

lack of sleep, folks, is NOT a pretty thing.

holls: Pippin: Stop yelling at me and moisten my eyeballs!
holls: *is laughing hysterically....doesnt know why*
cimorene111: whoa.
cimorene111: holls...?
holls: I"M ADDING THAT TO MY SIG LINE!
cimorene111: what?
holls: Stop yelling at me and moisten my eyeballs
cimorene111: uh.
cimorene111: *pet pet*
cimorene111: wouldn't pip need to moisten his OWN eyeballs?
holls: I suppose
cimorene111: not to rain on your parade
holls: *is holding up an umbrella* No, of course not

DIE, lj, DIE!

live journal is apparently having one of those evil spells and won't let me upload the new icons i made. but i wasted SO MUCH TIME on them! *sob*!

ooookay.

it may be somewhat schizophrenic of me to change my icons so frequently.

nonetheless, here is one of the new ones i made--from a painting by bouleugeau. pretty. she's not really v. voluptuous; i skimmed rubens, but the people he paints tend to have v. odd facial expressions.

more of the holls-love

we're insane. i freely admit it.



hollsk: what does the "the Grey" family think?
me: well, gandalf is still asleep.
balrog: *cuddles gandalf*
holls: what about the balrog?
psy [the adoptive son of gandalf and balrog]: *to balrog* i like it, daddy!
balrog: *blushing* ;aowiera;lsdkjfa;dsljf;a? a;lsidfj;alsd gandalf qapoweuifxXXws;aldifja!
me: yes, you are all handsome. and of course, especially gandalf.