a lot of little snippets of dream.

at high school school, a calculus exam in the cafeteria (i never took calculus) centering around a perfectioniost girl named lauren that i never knew very well, and mayumi showing up out of nowhere and i hugged her. i miss her so much.

at home and i woke up in the middle of the night to find anneth (norwegian exchange student, 8th grade) sitting on the end of my bed. she'd be 24 now. i tried to talk to her but she looked exactly like she did in this photograph we have, her senior portrait, head turned to the side and a weird smile that she never really made. and scared me. i get up, slink across the room in the darkness. wax_jism was there curled up in an armchair, reading, wearing a voluminous cloak. i hid behind her.

and then i went into this electronics store, and upstairs was like an apartment, and all the members of nsync were there, and chris and justin were in bed together, and i was sneaking around. i used up a whole digital camera on photos of them. when i went downstairs the employees were watching me like they thought i was taking the photos so i'd be able to come back later and steal stuff. i drove away. with the photos, yay. singing nelly furtado.

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attn guinevere33:

want to have a due south marathon today?

:9

defensive rant, anti-south, pro-best friend. back off, assholes. leave my fucking best friend alon

your background comes from everything that happens around you when you grow up. i'm a firm nurture-supporter in the nature/nurture debate, even down to artisitic and writing skills to a large extent, and it matters how many friends you had and who they were and what your parents thought about everything and how hot it was and how often you played outside. but the thing is that when you have good parents to whom you're very close they're like half of your nurture all together because they color how you take in EVERYTHING else.

guinevere33 and i, as the lovely (if bitter and old) wax_jism can attest, do not have southern accents despite growing up in the heart of dixie--why? because my father's parents grew up in nyc, so he doesn't, and my mother grew up in kansas. why? because even though her mother was bred in the carolinas, is named betty gail and gan sound like katherine tucker windham on a good day, her father is from maryland. confederate battle flags? jesus fish? the word 'y'all'? ignorance of evolution? an inexplicable distaste for biracial marriage, or, hm, a desire to see the ten commandmants on the wall? move right along, folks, because you're not going to find them here. we're alabamians, not southerners, transplants, not fucking natives. no one in 18 years has assumed either of us was from tuscaloosa, but in less than 12 months, people can't tell she's not pure la and i'm not pure massachusetts, so yeah.

your heritage, your upbringing, your background? those are in your home. not around your house.

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i'm going to have a bruise on my hip from that one (walking into the door, that is). owow.

also, my little sister found her 3-yr-old math book from second grade, and was sitting at the kitchen table doing the math exercises in it, you know, where you add up the value of cartoon change?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

excuse me.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

gratuitous mention of wax_jism. 2 times in 20? what was i thinking? =-O

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i'm michael rosenbaum's... sweater vest? hmph. i guess warm and fuzzy is good, but i really don't like sweater vests.

you are warm, fuuzzy and perhaps a little dorky. while people may claim in public not to like you, they can't help but secretly love you. you have a reputation for being a little uptigh, but everyone knows that a good time is lurking right below the surface, just like michael's chest-hair!

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dinner passed excruciatingly slowly listening to my mom recap her day of radio-listening. i think she may have spent as long recapping as it took for this american life and studio 350 to play. my mom--like every other sentient being--is angry about the situation in israel and palestine, primarily thinks it is israel's fault, and hates feeling helpless about it. unlike the majority of other sentient beings, she gets more and more angry about it the more she talks about it with people who agree with her--okay, so, she's not the ONLY one who does this, but suffice it to say i don't appreciate being yelled at.

both of my parents enjoy discussing at length things that everybody present already knows until i want to scream. only 25 days until i leeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaave and then i don't have to talk to them for weeks if i don't want to, thank god.

i want to move to finland.

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i have not bought any new clothes all summer, and i seem to have--at least to a large extent--killed the urge to buy clothes. i mean, not entirely, but, like. i can look at clothes and not consider buying them. hm. good! i really do already have a large number of clothes--way more than you need in the summer ::cough::whensomeoneelsedoesallyourlaundry::cough::.

have made some due south icons and plan to make more. where is naina?

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why would clark kent need caffeine? ::frown::

g-fucking-i-fucking-p.

my affection for my otp is currently very great. i'm going to wallow in it, i think. yes. best otp, bestbestbest. soinlove. so slashy. fantastic scenes. the end of stii! ::swoon:: i've got a few more of these k/s icons up my sleeve to switch off with--but this is the best 'cause it's hard to find pictures of them together.

y ahora que estás aquí
yo de nuevo soy felíz
pude entender que eres para mí

déjame quererte tanto
que te seques con mi llanto
que se nuble cada cielo
y que llueva hasta hacer charcos
déjame besarte tanto hasta que quedes sin aliento
y abrazarte con tal fuerza que te parta hasta los huesos

quiero excederme, perseguirte, pretenderte
quiero amarte noche y día
quiero gastarme la vida
quiero amarrarte a mis sesenta de cintura
llevarte como un tatuaje
quiero perder la cordura

i've got like eight ds icons, oh naina dear...

naiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...