quizás ya revocándose en el padre del vecino

i've got 17 pictures from ninglor's visit to me to post if my ftp program can be persuaded to comply. also, several new icons to upload--one i snitched from elfiepike, and then thechaosdiva MADE me one and i can't get rid of it yet, but as padawans says--god clearly loves porn. ::yawn::

a weekend in pictures--i think 17 in all.

meet adrienne and cim, just after the hair-dyeing!

( cim's hair after 3 boxes of dye )

( a gorgeous fairy castle, complete with a queen )

( a ritzy boutique and the princess in some designer duds )

( how many fandom queens...? )

( and adrienne in traditional japanese summer kimono, with hair by cim )

( cheap whore!cim )

more shakira--and a paraphrase ::bows to aeslis::

aeslis: my sister is making fun of me because i'm listening to shakira.
me: shakira rocks, yo.
ae-chan: ...does she write ANYTHING that's not about love!
me: yes! yes she does! she has AT LEAST one song that's not about love... ::searches frantically::

and in that spirit i bring you, from the first album, 'pies descalzos sueños blancos' -- 'bare feet, white dreams'
shakira mebarak + luis f. ochoa

you bit into the apple and renounced paradise
and you condemned a serpent
all the while being just like him and just as you wished.
for thousands of years you remained naked
and you faced dinosaurs beneath a roof but without a shield

and now here you are, wishing for happiness,
when even your own destiny didn't matter to you.

you belonged to an ancient race
of bare feet and white dreams
you were dust and dust you are
and you think that iron always softens in fire.

you built an exacting world of perfect new-made things
each and every thing calculated,
in its own space and time

and i who am completely chaos,
coming and going, in name and in fact,
i don't fit in your world. (/you don't understand me.)

greet your neighbor, wake at a certain time,
work every day to make a living in life,
answer only these and feel only like this
and God will protect us from bad thoughts.
fulfil your obligations (/finish your work) and go to school
and what would your family say if you were a failure?
always wear your shoes, don't make a fuss at the dinner table,
wear fine socks and a tie to all parties,
and women should always marry before the age of thirty
if they don't dress perfectly, and even if they don't want to
and at your fifteenth birthday party it's best not to forget
the fine champagne, and to dance the waltz well.

( in spanish )

give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a hundred more, and then another thousand

it's been a weird week.

wax made me this icon. actually, i think it's addressed to me, not the other way round... ::g::

my writing is getting neglected.

i'm trying...

to reduce my involvement in fanfic in general. i'm not sure how much i'm going to write any more.

(icon by elfiepike/picons)

[edit 2: the office nickname generator says my name is fancy pants. hee.]

studying for logic--

valid schemata* are equivalent to one another and to no others

and

unsatisfiable schemata** are equivalent to one another and to no others

*true under every circumstance
**true under no circumstance

therefore:

"fandom is fucking funny, or it isn't"

and

"snarkering is perfectly excusable, or it isn't"

are equivalent.***

***equivalence is the universal truth of the biconditional, 'if and only if.' equivalence is mutual implication.

the lovely thing about a logic exam

--is that the formal discipline of logic is just a very ritualized description of the way logic actually works. if you have the problem set, and you have a brain which is not too dusty with disuse, you can probably figure it out. having read most of the required reading helps even more. i finished a few minutes early, even. unfortunately real life can't work this way: you have all the pieces, you have a brain, et voila, you also have the correct answer. (then again, perhaps 'having all the pieces' is the rub.)

got another paycheck, so less guilt for purchases made two weeks ago. this icon makes me happy.

muertos de sed--more hellish dan radcliffe/elijah, still utterly cleanly pg

previous parts (i-iv) here. posted at thehandbasket.

no quiero
jugar mi suerte por ti
no puedo
con U. pequeña vivir
-shakira, 'te dejo madrid'

'bad habit,' elijah manages to get out, and coughs for almost a second before he starts laughing. 'no, really. it's stupid.'

daniel raises an eyebrow. are fourteen year olds allowed to do that, lij thinks crazily? in public? he's almost drawling when he answers, 'i figured that out right at first.'

( muertos de sed part v )

it's national coming out day.

i always find out about this sort of thing when the day in question is nearly over.

::rainbows::

(no subject)

dear stomach,

if you ever want to be fed again, cut this stupid shit the fuck out.

thank you,
cim

dear self,

please don't eat any more peanut butter cookies. learn from your mistakes. is this too much to ask?

love,
cim