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had this huge elaborate nightmare set in disney world. hate disney world. and will now no doubt hate it forever.

also, i remember when i was in elementary school staying up all night reading. i used to love godfather's pizza, when we had one in town--and i'd sneak cold pizza out of the refridgerator at midnight or one am or two or three, and eat it in bed while i read dealing with dragons and the lives of christopher chant and other good books (i haven't had a 'bed time' since fourth grade). i'm now quite allergic to marinara sauce. i haven't eaten an entire piece of pizza in almost three years. (mostly i don't miss it so much.)

in other news--still feel like shit. essay still not begun. hooray.

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fandom_wank is getting piping hot! you can't really talk about flame wars without getting the little hints of the edges of them, though, alas. especially since not everyone in an open-membership community can be expected to agree about everything. the idea is to be amused and/or entertained by it, no?

anyway, go watch the fun! we're following kerfluffles and other things of that nature with the occasional digression, and we're either giggling at them or surreptitiously whining about them, and occasionally fighting. which for now i find amusing, but i suppose it could get wearying later...

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apparently quizilla in general is now sort of central to any fandom wars! whoo! in other news, when i have all the free time in the world again i'm going to make more quizzes.

which balrog's angel are you? which she-ra character are you? which brand of colored pencil are you? which kind of telephone are you? which one of cim's pets are you?

lalalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. the squirrel is for the reason that the log? what is it with this squirrel anyway? would it be different if it were a chipmunk?

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i love sylvia cartoons by nicole hollander.

( too wide for the layout... )

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well, naps are good. it might've been better to've done work...

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encyclopedia britannica online will give free article summaries but no actual articles.

::taps fingernails irritatedly on desk::

the web searches in spanish are NOT going well, either.

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insert 'i don't like mondays' with 'baseball' substituted for 'mondays,' please. or, well, maybe just that one line. still. my sentiments towards the roar of housemates across the hallway--

someone else want to write the paper?

bad signs for biographies:

1. when they're printed on a background of stars

2. when they're topped with images of flickering candles dried flowers/torchieres/strange whatthefuckevers

3. when they compare their subjects' births, in their first paragraphs, to the birth of christ...

estoy completamente en seria.

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damn. it's really hot. and now the bathroom is also really wet, although not as wet as it would be if i hadn't mopped the floor. stupid ring, stupid quest, stupid leak. and furthermore, the exhaust fan sucks. er. inadequately, though. is inadequate. yeah.

::kicks idly::

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i believe it's in the low forties outside--and the heat TOTALLY doesn't work downstairs. i've got the thermostat at, oh, 75 or something upstairs. well, not anymore cause i turned it down. but the point is: it's nice and toasty. i cracked the window and put on shorts after my shower (both pairs of pajama pants are currently in the wash). but as soon as you hit the back staircase to go to the laundry room, brrrrrrrrrrr. i've gone down twice to put in two loads, and i was in goosebumps all over at once.

why do so many people suck so much at making so very many sucky icons? why, oh god?

quote of the day--

'lalala no sanity.'

no, i haven't done my essay.

i'm a fucking buddhist and this IS enlightenment

1. the caf opens at 4.30, not 5.30. bugger.

2. there was no porn today. phooey.

3. still no essay. lalala.

4. in a world where you can spend $10 in one day on four loads of laundry, how fucking surprising is the position of the atlantic ocean anyway?

5. viggorli is all about the unbearable angstiness of being. it has been decided.

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i'm not a lurker, biatch! in other news i found steve. oh. laundry. headache. dammit.

gip?

spanish

--damn you, brain, be fluent already.

this paper would be done instead of two sentences if there weren't a stumbling block between ideas and sentences. practice practice. ::grits teeth::

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yeah. hi. brain, meet livejournal. can i compose my essay in this window, and then have it magically appear in spanish? i didn't think so.

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los pensamientos ingléses no sirven para esto; aún no puedo usar los planes ya compuestos sin desconstruírlos y pintar cada pedazo con la lengua española. así escribo, sin entendimiento y sin razón. me duele más y más la cabeza. empiezo a dudar que haya verdad entre todo esto. no tengo palabras que perder.