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don't know if i could have managed to sleep any worse. fantastic seven hours of nightmares, then class and, what, four hours of work? please, anyone, in the future prevent me from talking about high school. if i never have a dream about being forced by my IB coordinator to go to some sort of dippy conference again, it will be TOO SOON. furthermore, sleeping at her apartment? not that i've seen it, but in the dream i had. also a bad experience. checking livejournal from her computer was a bit surreal.

please let me go back to sleep. please, please, pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase.

meh?

maybe i can go to class and work after all?

maybe.

meh.

meh.

which city are you?

( i'm my birthplace. )

today's shakira is 'un poco de amor,' the cracked out jamaican collabo on her first album.

a bit of love

today is one of those days
when i look to the sky,
trying to figure out exactly what you might be
sometimes far, and sometimes near
at times climbing to the peak,
at times falling,
and when you come near me
i'm not responsible for my actions

i feel like-- here i go,
from hating you to loving you,
from the beginning to the end,
only searching for a little bit of love.

there are things in life
which don't give you a way to escape,
and when your eyes are before me--
the curtain closes.
and atop the mouth of the volcano
which has been making lava these thousand years--
that's here inside me,
interweaving tokens and signs
to see if i can catch and keep you,
straining and filtering all i see and hear
in the midst of this deadly tropic.

( in spanish )

out sick, philosophical quandary for the day

today has been a day for napping. i called in sick, emailed my professor that i felt like shit, took a nap. and another. but my head is starting to hurt so i think i'll toddle back off to bed now.

what exactly is lying by omission, hm?

like. if you're asked if you're in a relationship, and you have a fuck-buddy but you say 'i'm not even romantically interested in anyone.' that's unequivocally yes.

of course, if you know, say, sara's weight, and people are discussing how much people weigh, and you don't mention it, that's not a lie by omission. if they wonder what she weighs and you don't tell them, that's still pretty clearly not one.

what about, though, if you know something that's pertinent--deeply relevant, you feel--to a discussion, and you hold it back for one reason or another? without any prompting or asking about it or any inkling on the part of the other party that they're something they ought to ask you--

--what is that?

let's take a poll.

hypothetically, you are brushing your teeth. where do you spit your toothpaste?

a. in the sink
b. somewhere near the sink
c. the mirror
d. the garbage can, if there's a garbage bag
e. the garbage can no matter what

VICTORY! over sirius and remus.

wax_jism: i think i've got the plot beaten into a sort of shape. got idea right after you left. whoo, so exciting!

i've poured this bottle of light from the sun

i have a sick, sick fondness for cute feminine boys* who are small and pale and weak-looking. with large eyes. is that so horrible?

::looks around at rest of slash fandom:: ::coughs::

right, then. carry on.

* it was first summed up by my k'saltling: 'it sounds like you like your boys girlish and your girls ultra-feminine,' she remarked. 'uh,' i floundered, 'yeah, but it's not like that.'

so gip thanks to padawans. my icons don't even get the chance to know each other anymore before i switch them out. ::tsktsks::

this live version of 'leather' is fantastic. mmmmmmmmmmh. x.x

write letters to your congresspeople to the effect that some scary people out there are being allowed to procreate, yo.

i almost ran over an angel...