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okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, i slept for twelve hours. that's a bit scary. ::pokes self:: i mean, that i needed it, right. hm. and this dorm is like six blocks from the rest of campus, so i can't go there and eat and then come back here and shower and then go back there. it's going to be like noon before i get out there. and today i have to register for classes and... was there something else? yes. then i have to come back here and go out to cvs later. la la la.

had very strange dreams. they have already fled, though.

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apparently in the animaniacs i'm yakko. this is the result of answering half the questions with 'take over the world' answers (brain), half with 'i'm cute' answers (dot) and half with 'god, people are morons' answers (yakko).

no, i'm not going to change that. i'm supposed to have a waxlet around to do my math for me. ::poutpout::

( yeah. )

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asking, on an icons journal, for someone to make an icon with the tag 'it would mean the world to me.' w. t. f.

okay, the entire WORLD pisses me the fuck off and where is holls. (i know where wax is, so i don't ask. i'm relatively certain she's asleep.) ::kicks things::

maybe i ought to delete one of the icons of me. they're essentially the same. ::yawn:: look at me not getting up and doing useful things!

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"That's not even an argument; that's the logic of a chicken. A chicken sees a foot and he sees some grain, and he says, 'Aha! Feet cause grain!'"

-Professor Barbezat, Econ 11

ahah. rock ON. just found out good thing #3 about this fucking hell-hole.

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my hair still smells faintly of wax's cigarettes, because i wore it up all day yesterday.

::sniffsniff::

look, i have no morals whatsoever! all of a sudden, the smell of smoke is somehow okay!

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there are only three people living upstairs, so i can leave my bathroom stuff in the bathroom! yay!

there seems to be something wrong with the drain in the tub. so all the red stuff came out but there are now approximately five inches of red water with soap suds in it swirling around in the bottom of the tub.

but! baths will be possible in the winter.

::cough::

this shower curtain is nearly as sad as devon's. and also not as cool. and the bathroom is 2/3 the size of my bedroom, which i find all out-of-proportion amusing. ::hee::

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at cvs, in an act of tremendous sentimentality, i bought more black nailpolish. i've never worn any before friday night, but i have a feeling i'm going to be wearing it a lot, now that it's occured to me as a wax-marker.

also, there ARE going to be pictures! cvs has a thing where you can get prints and they'll be available online too. so i'll just steal them from there and upload them and make icons and such and voila. although i have a suspicion that none of them are really good enough for icon-making.

i ate brunch until i was completely full, and got the catalog and my registration packet. i'm going to have to drop two courses, it looks like, because they both overlap creative writing. neither is non-language-related. fuck it. writing is more important. ::sigh::

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i want a tshirt that says

I WRITE GAY PORN.

who else? is this a cool idea? hmmmmm. maybe i'll make one.

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the fuckers changed my advisor to someone i've never even fucking HEARD of.

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not dropping two. just social class. well, it'll be japanese, spanish, introduction to logic, and [either writing or theory of language]. ::yawn, stretch::

the social class one was full and the professor was looking for people to drop. this way, i'll only have japanese on t/th and i'll have more free time for chores, errands, work, and loafing.

estoy enloqueciéndome...

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ummmmmmmmmmm... i don't know how to set my alarm clock.

i talked to sleepily pliant wax. mmh.

open mouth, insert foot.

seg7474: I'm still not taking much that is relevant to my major
cim thing: yeah--is that cause of the requirements?
cim thing: or cause it's hard for you to get into the important classes?
cim thing: like for lower class men?
cim thing: er.
cim thing: haha.
cim thing: sophomores and freshmen :-)
seg7474: hahaha
cim thing: ::cough::

la la la

not that i have an objection to avril whispering 'life's like this,' or, god forbid, 'uhuh.' but, like, what does that have to do with the song?

intro: life's like this. uhuh. that's the way it is. uhuh.
song: um, hey. i like you and stuff. but. you're really kind of lame. stop frontin'.

so, what, like, life is like... a place where... you shouldn't front?

the consensus from 2/2 males (pechebaie and my very swishy steve): ":). haha."

what is trip hop?

(i was curious.)

"Slow and crunching hip hop beats, no vocals, just strange swirling noises over the top. The Sonic faithful look utterly confused. It's like taking acid at a hip hop gig. Weird.

This is trip hop, a deft fusion of head-nodding beats, supa-phat bass and an obsessive attention to the kind of other-wordly sounds usually found on acid house records. It comes from the suburbs, not the streets, and with no vocals you don't need to be American to make it sound convincing. All you need are crazy beats and fucked up sounds and you've got the most exciting thing to happen to hip hop in a long time. Right now there are bedroom homeboys making innovative, tripped out hip hop that is nothing like the US blueprint of slamming beats and cunning rhymes. "

from mixmag online here.

porque en el planeta no existe más nadie a quien pueda yo amar

i was attacked by plot bunnies repeatedly in the cafeteria. i do not think this is fair. poetry bunnies, no less, and we know how much my poetry always sucks. also a bunny for combining the next original fic i was going to write with the kirk/spock i started, only obviously i can't do that. original fic makes money, star trek fic does not. it's very simple. besides, it's better for me as a writer to move into original fic more thoroughly.

eek! scariness! ::sigh::

attn guinevere33! ... do you have sara's college phone number? her aim won't let me talk to her. or her college email. what is it, sbryan? something less comprehensible than that?

vivir la vida sin tí es algo como morir
es caminar sin mirar, es como cantar sin oír
es hablar sin respirar
es comer sin digerir
porque eres la forma perfecta, la medida exacta justa para mí

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my closet door just shook ominously. i KNOW that there is nothing in my closet.

the fuck.

who's the fucking princess, bitch?

i never learned how to set an alarm clock.

heh.

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there's a pride alliance thingy thursday at 5:30. i must not be allowed to forget this.

ohmigodohmigodohmigod!

naina and creatch made me a tape of due south episodes AND THE BLOOPERS!

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

due south is my new fandom of great infatuation. dude. such fantastic otp material! such cute slender boys! such snappy dialogue and lovely magical realism! fraser! ray! soinlove! EE! (tm.)