dreams

( what the fuck is it with threesomes? )

princesses:

what's up with these javascript errors?

took which disney princess are you? and got aurora, but the page with the banner wouldn'd load properly. fuck it, y'all. i'm aurora. and i have the right to say y'all because, unlike some people, i grew up almost entirely in the heart of dixie.

[edit: how weird is it for the translation of a song to be better than the original? i'm telling you, it's spanish--spanish is automatically good. practically designed for songs. wonder where those lyrics are? o unirte a la voz de las montañas, y colores en el viento descubrir. ¿cuál alto el arból será? si lo cortas hoy nunca se sabrá.]

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going to work. bleh. maybe i'll actually finish dracula today? farewell, ethel barrymore; i must tear myself from your side.

tonight i'm going to be making tng icons, i predict, as opposed to studying for greek quiz tomorrow. i'm so exasperating.

fox

i've seen the fox three times already today--once out my bedroom window, once by the building where greek and english meet, and once out the window of the art museum at work. yes, we have a fox on campus. it lives obviously right on campus. it's a charming fox with beautiful red and white fur and black boots, just like a painting of one. it's beautiful and elegant and graceful and my roommate has seen it eating a squirrel, which is sort of gross but then again sort of pretty in the way of all life. um. if that makes sense. maybe it doesn't. but anyway, i love this fox, am utterly in love with it, and have barely restrained myself from writing it poetry. the fox fucking rocks. i want a fox. it's so pretty. no, ok, i don't want one, because its wildness is its beauty and i want to just watch it from a distance, and having it would spoil its charm. *siiiiiiiiigh*

greek department party

i'm missing a greek department party. or, uh, classics department, whatever. it was at 5, so about an hour ago, and it's cold and wet and i don't like greek and didn't want to walk and didn't really want to go anywhere at all. am lounging instead. fuck greek. i'm going to do exactly what i want and if i make a c i make a c.

ok, so.

so i finished dracula. end was all anti-climactic. the end of saberhagen's parody is a lot better. i'll have to read it to console myself.

spam-tastic

someone needs to explain about spam email to all those clueless people who keep sending it. like, maybe a tv/radio psa. newsflash: no one likes it! don't forward cautionary tales about things exploding in the microwave, copies of inspiring poems or speeches, treatises on the nature of friendship requiring a return receipt, huge packages of "funny" images, or lists of bad pickup lines or lawyer jokes. psas might not be entirely necessary, either. someone just call up my extended family and friends and everyone who sends them to me at home and let them know? thanks. i'd much appreciate it.

[edit: i reallyreallyreallyreallyreally want my dog just now. want. dog. rrrrrrrg.]</b