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i dreamt about walking in the rain with aubry and my mother, buying a large new purse, getting lost in wal-mart, and some other things.

it got really cold in the middle of the night and rained, and the upstairs toilet here is broken and has been for like a day and a half.

i could have sworn our janitor is supposed to be here on tuesdays and thursdays. of course no one in the goddamned house knows how to fix a toilet.

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lightyears posted this a few days ago here.

I'm not a feminist, but...

I appreciate the right to help choose my government representatives.

I enjoy the option of wearing pants or shorts if I want.

I'm pleased that I was allowed to learn to read and write.

It can be very convenient to control how many babies I want to have.

It's awfully useful to be able to open a bank account and own property in my name.

I like knowing that my husband or boyfriend cannot legally beat me.

It's really swell to keep the money that I earn.

because didn't you hear, everyone? feminism is so passé.

::puts on three sweatshirts, grumbling the while::

psa:

the sticker on the tub in the downstairs bathroom actually says [blahblah] down fully, not drown fully.

meh.

it's a tub, people! 'drown' is so very much more relevant!

hmpf.

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i swear i was not thinking about tea when, on a whim, i dropped a wedge of lemon into my polystyrene-substitute cup. i was thinking about how to hold a muffin without getting chocolate on my driving gloves, and i was thinking 'what time is it' and 'how long will i get to talk to wax before my 11:00 class.'

this was a mistake.

for the record?

add 'mint+lemon' to the list of flavors not to be mixed. >.< (except POSSIBLY in the case of tabbouleh; but i yet hold that mint tabbouleh is a suspicious thing, much like cilantro pesto without the basil and oregano.)

lalala.

in other news, though, chocolate and orange are a VERY good combination.

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when god came down to earth to have the apocalypse and started striding about, he quickly noticed that everyone was gone. no, really, everyone. there was not so much as a single republican, or a single gay boy, or a single fandom queen, anywhere on the planet. just empty buildings, smoking craters, abandoned houses and apartments and what not, and he wandered all over getting more and more confused until he found, on a giant cliff overlooking the sea, these words painted, tremendously tall:

WE WERE HERE. WHERE WERE YOU?

[edit: that's a paraphrase of a famous sf short story which i haven't actually read, but which i have had paraphrased for me many MANY times.]

folks, this is what happens if you go to three hours of intro to logic a week. it is NOT pretty.

if [(x) and (x knows w)] then ([(x is a p) v (x is a q)] = -[(x is a b) v (x is an a)])

attn: smart tolkien people

ninglor, loreleif:

how would one say in quenya,

i am my beloved's and my beloved is mine?

or whom should i ask?

you understand that the stars of the sea are the same for the land

as i was walking home a greyhound pulled over next to the curb--i wasn't the only girl walking there, i was approaching the street to cross and another girl was walking parallel--and naturally blocked half the traffic on a very busy street. we both crossed in front of it. (it didn't, okay, pull over so much as stop in traffic--i thought it was just to let us by). but then the driver opens the door and starts honking and yelling 'excuse me!' wtf? well, i mean, maybe he was talking to the other girl for some reason, and not just trying to get directions or whatever*, but still, trés strange, no? and a little creepy.

in other wtf news, people say 'go! go now! i'll be around,' and then they're not around.

and in other lovely news, my daddy is coming possibly as early as six hours from now. maybe instead of pouting i'll make myself useful and take a nap.

*a bus driver asking for directions. BWAHAHAHAHAHAH.

DRAMATIC ANNOUNCEMENT:

get ready.

'i'm not going anywhere today.'

as you were.

reclaim 'bnf': the battle continues.

( a few more alternate bnf icons )

question to ani people:

if i adore this song more than life itself then what else ani should i dl?

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the leaves which have fallen in the parking lot are the color of headlights, and for some reason i thought the parking lot was gravel, but it's not. it's paved. lala daddy will be here soon and i'm not writing very fast at all. this is like one paragraph every, uh, ten minutes? it feels like writing in spanish. or, well, no, it doesn't. but it's just as fucking slow. this light humorous style is being difficult to achieve just now.

lily, kick sirius's ass for me. ::buries head in hands::

amherst: geeky for 150 years, geeky AND CO-ED for 20!

great. random windows pop up from the windows messenger service saying stuff like 'message from a;lsdjf;ajf to amherst.edu: test.' and you have to click OK to make it go away. then again, 'hi.' then again, 'sorry for that, just testing a vulnerability in windows.' then again, 'spammers are starting to take advantage of it, i'd say it's a vulnerability.' great. now how did you do it? and next week: will the geeks be able to fix the network so that it's no longer possible? stay tuned.

the advent of daddy and On Surreality

daddy got here and there was much rejoicing. i ate dinner at carolyn's with him. broccoli and potatos, blah blah, but the challah--! oh my god. i haven't had good bread for such a long time. i love challah. it's the best part of channukah and it should be made all the time, and it was just like my mother's (who isn't jewish, so yo, the bakery must use the same cookbook...). mmmmmmh. i ate almost half a loaf of bread with butter. then some tea and hazelnut cake. she wanted me to sleep there too--said dad could bring me back here, then i could go there with my pillow. well, see, her house is cold, and being there was already making me nervous. here, i'm secure.

dude, having DAD here was making me nervous, because i thought it would be crass to come out either right before or during dinner, or while he was mostly asleep, which means it must be tomorrow. only carolyn asked me point-blank where i wanted to study abroad and i said i was thinking finland (well--yeah) and he laughed and said 'i wonder why there,' but nothing else. it's a very very weird something, is what it is.

he was sleepy enough to get confused while driving me back to the dorm. and i know he's not so good about knowing how tired he's going to be and that he gets tired early and that he got up at 4:30 this morning. and he's anxious like me (but without medication, ne). he was wide awake with nerves all day, i'll bet anything. augh. spilt milk.

also had some moments of surreality with the youngest common law step first cousin twice removed, amanda, age 8.

amanda: ::stands on chair, cuts package of hot cocoa with scissors::
carolyn: amanda, no, honey, don't, you're getting cocoa ALL over the table.

[repeat x5 or so]

carolyn: go brush your teeth.
amanda: ::puts transparent tape over her mouth, one piece at a time, then starts working her mouth::
me: it's hard to brush your teeth with tape on your mouth.
amanda: good. ::starts repeatedly licking the sticky side of the pad of tape, which is stuck to her lower lip::
daddy: ::snorts::
me: is it just me or did the universe just tip sideways?
carolyn: ::blank look::

dude, i thought last week was surreal. ::eats vitamin c drops::

also, how sad is it that i was able to miss wax while with my dad, and even though she was about to go to bed anyway? well, hopefully tomorrow will be better. meanwhile, i'm sending some kisses out to hollk and hoping she reads this. love you, babe. i'll try to catch you sometime online in the next few days (am running out of phone card minutes AND out ouf money, so that's a last resort. but we'll see).

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if dad had brought mom up too she could have fixed the goddamned toilet.

am sleepy and have promised to answer the door as early as 9:00. >.>