the slash gathering

hosted by the lovely fuschia and her cat spooky was small. none of the starsky/hutch geezers deigned to show up, which made it MUCH more fun, as attendance was limited to phineasjones, harrimad_sol, camillafarfalla and myself. due south bloopers, some bad songvids and the fight club.

i want to see devon's housemate dressed up as tyler.

no, i mean, like, now.

wouldn't mind seeing devon as edward norton either. ahahah. cutest costume idea ever, possibly. today i made some very cool icons, but i did not eat (breakfast or lunch) or mail wax_jism's package or start my essay. whine whine. i had my reasons.

harrimad_sol is so very bouncy and bubbly and a bit much to take in all at once, in that utterly charming way. camillafarfalla is pretty much the same in person as in her lj, possibly. and phineasjones is a doll for having driven me about. wore my princess shirt, but it never got hot so i didn't have to remove The Favorite Sweater which topped it (and which now is decorated with the hairs of two cats).

you know, a lot of vids suck?

in northampton it's about 39 and when i tilted my head back (phineas needed coffee for her drive back to boston) i could make streams of steam in the air with my breath. saw a car hand-painted in camo pattern and random bizarre colors. a guy in a black leather jacked entirely covered with studs was making fun of it (where you going, starbucks? look at the bumper stickers. get a new paint job). ninglor, this was at the vegetarian cafe of doom, which is closing soon. seized by a near-morose but very calm and peaceful sort of inspiration there and thought about it a bit in the car before nearly dozing off. it's very strange to speak in the third person of the person with whom you have the most personal intercourse.

i haven't talked on the phone to my parents in, like, a month. oh, tea. and medicine. ::hmhmhmhmhmhm::

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the bunny wars and the fight club

there's a stupid pinched nerve in my shoulder that won't go away. on the plus side, i slept ten and a half hours or so and lounged around in bed. i didn't have the concentration to compose a story in my head without getting distracted, unfortunately. lovely of the shrink to tell me in advance that the anti-anxiety medication can cause depression even on top of the antidepressant. thanks, mr man. love that one. okay, so maybe the wild mood swings since then make slightly more sense? since when do you put a depressant and an antidepressant in the same system at once? urghk.

it was brought up last night that for fight club slash you could just ignore certain extenuating issues. well, you can always do that with slash, can't you? lalala no grey havens, no rosie? etc etc. lalala qui gon is alive, lalala no spock's spiritual quest to purge emotion.

right, but it's sort of cheating. a resolution has to be a real resolution to be satisfying.

i think edward norton/ brad pitt dealing with the same issues as the movie (er, themes) could work, though.

that's by far the least evil of the real person slash bunnies i've been having. i keep getting bitten when i see random people talking or walking together all over the place. bad, um, source-of-bunnies. no cookie.

shatner/nimoy bunny: what if he didn't realize he was gay until really late in life?
newborn bunny: neither did samuel delany!
::all the other bunnies rush to squash it::
cim: ::tries to sneak away while they're busy::
shatner/nimoy bunny: but! but! okay, so, he didn't know he was gay, in fact he thought he wasn't, and he knew that he had great affection for nimoy, right, but it just didn't occur to him because--
newborn bunny: they were already best friends. it wouldn't have to be famous people!
cim: ::cries::

believe in today

fuckers. i smell pizza. ::mouth waters::

i am VERY allergic to pizza. okay, mrf. i'll make some oatmeal or something. i have a headache. did you know that?

this study abroad stuff is one big headache.

but worth it! i'm sure.

i blow you this kiss as i blow it in the wind, ::mwah::

okay. i rip open a sealed bigelow 'sleepytime' tea packet.

inside is the white tea bag with the string and the tag... and there's no tea in it.

bag completely flat and empty.

AHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA.

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look how boring i am!

whee.

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good idea: saving up money.

bad idea: saving up meals to eat, and eating nothing all weekend except sunday night.

good idea: saving up kisses and giving a lot of them at once.

bad idea: the atlantic ocean forcing you to give kisses out all at once because you can't reach to dispense them as they're deserved.

jazz music mmmh.

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stomach: still hurts like a mofo from having eaten too much damned food.
hair: bits of fuzz in it. where the fuck does it come from? was not wearing anything with white fuzz on it.
pajamas: skank, need to be washed.
viggo: still sexy, now somewhat comic as well.
dom's ass: still yes.
mint tea: not quite the cure for all ills, maybe close.

you've been on my mind

#says i, 'my hair is auburn. not red.' ::POUT:: says thechaosdiva, manic panic! so i went. and spent approximately $60 on hair products: red, and black for the streaks, and bleach, and shampoo. i've decided, wtf, if it's too screwed up i'll deep condition it and dye it back dark brown. how bad can it be?

#stomach feeling oddly better.

#lickable sensei at 10 am tomorrow. waking at 7:30. must study.

#i have crayola markers here. so there.

#william shatner is obnoxious in a cute way. and he's slashy. and watch me, just WATCH me, slash real people, and i mean, not celebrities but real people. ahahahhaah. my evilitude leaves me feeling faintly amused.