something is wrong with my lj client and it won't let me upload.

i set the alarm for 8:00 and woke up, actually AWAKE woke up, at 6:30. gah, okay, showered, uploaded /cimorene to rightthisway. just ask missi: our new host is WAY SPIFF. unfortunately everyone was uploading last night, which made the uploading take longer.

a lot longer.

a lot.*

shaved. dressed in skirt. scrunched hair, consumed vitamins with iron. i'm all restless and shit and i've got more than an hour before i need to be anywhere.

in linguistics news, i'm trying to read up on discourse analysis, and if anyone (::looks at dantana and ellen_fremedon::) knows or can easily find out what the standard text in the field is, i'd be much obliged. i've got two coulthards, a lecercle, and a posner.

boys who take long showers, leave the bathroom window open, and track little bits of dirt and hair across the bathroom floor along with puddles of dirty/soapy water so that you have to mop and pick up the bottoms of your fashionably large pajama bottoms?

can bite me. bitches.

and this is my other gip.

*and i only hope that that was why; if it's always this slow, no way can i deal.

where we goin', yo, and what's this mothafuckin' handbasket?

my elijah wood/daniel radcliffe now has a title.

[muertos de sed]


'there.'

he has written--elijah has to crane his head to see--'daniel's bitch.' holy shit. okay.

'you realize that if my friends see this--' elijah says dumbly, and the little fucker collapses giggling, back on his haunches, with white teeth flashing and sparkling up and the eight years are rudely stripped away again. he's twelve, and his eyes are older but he's still a boy. elijah knows, knows how it is to have always been old.

he can remember filming asylum and people talking over his head-- 'put him there, and don't let the hair get in his eyes.' elijah knows how to use his eyes. he thinks daniel knows too.

the new spiff part iii is here in mcee's journal because it's all for her.

parts [i] and [ii].

si ya es hora de limpiar
las manchas de miel
sobre el mantel
yo nunca supé actuar
mis labios se ven
muertos de sed

--shakira, te dejo madrid

( translation for the non spanglish )

i know you must remember the scent of my shampoo

downloaded the semagic client from ljwin32_sema. it's able to log in, all of a sudden, when the other client wasn't. odd, but i'm not looking any gifthorses in the mouth here.

i put up the last picture, framed, this time, and my room is apparently All Moved In. am not necessarily pleased, as said room is approximately the size of a closet. there's an empty one down the hall i want to steal, but i think there's some kind of procedure for that. also, i don't want to leave amata* all alone in here ::sniffle::.

my nsync site makes me tired. i need a new layout. someone give me an idea.

*mouse. remember?

by the name that she chose

"muertos de sed" is now up-up, on the spiff new rtw, kisses again to thelionforreal and schuyler.

one, two, three.

more to follow, because mcee has promised me affection.

so you can always tell when i've shaved my legs.

aside from the fact that there's less hair on them, i mean. because there will be two bandaids. not one and not three, but two, although they may be distributed a variety of ways. when we went to the goth club i had to peel one off my left knee and one off my left shin; now i've got one on each knee, but i've been known to have them both on the right too.

i'm tempted to make a truth table about this.

somebody stop me.

in time i see it fading

okay, so we at rtw have a spiffy new host, and sort of in honor of this, but not really, i decided to archive my single forlorn harry potter story (sleeping with the enemy) at the proclivities section of the site. thelionforreal, it's uploaded, so. whenever.

also, i lost a lot of my graphics. some of them i just duplicated (like for my text index and my star trek page), but my nsync page's layout was really kind of lame. so i present:

exquisite, my *nslash site, newly revamped with those decadently nifty typewriter fonts and a cute little graphic i found. so! everybody go look! the product of my hours of labor awaits you.

god, i'm sleepy.

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you know... i just realized that i do not have to go to class tomorrow if i don't want to, which makes the schedule i quoted to mcee not quite so scary. i mean, not that i'm not going to go, but when you HAVE to go there's more pressure, you know.

newspaper article from grandpa bob: in japan, they have a yen to rent even their friends. ( Read more... )

i fucking LOVE japan.