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why do i never know where my slippers are? ah, well. i mean, NOW i've found them, sure, but they were hiding.

guinevere33 and my other rl best friend and i were trick-or treating. it was sara's house, but um, it wasn't the house she actually lives in. we were hiding and we climbed out the window and snuck through the back yard and over a brick wall to screw around in the neighbor's yard, where by 'screw around' i mean 'sit at some cast iron lawn furniture talking and admire the expensive sculptures.' one of them was made of sheets of metal to look like a small car with wings and we weren't sure if it was a toy or not. when we went back to sara's, people were chasing us. then i had to go home and i didn't have a car. sara was going to let me take hers but i couldn't remember the way, so i had to go back into her house to call daddy to get me. by then her parents were home and for some reason i was afraid that they would see me.

in the fellowship of the ring i'm apparently pippin and wax_jism is merry. hm. am doubtful. slightly more happy being orli and wax being bean (although--hahahah. yeah).

FRSOILE(tm)

AWWWWWWWWW fraser! ray k! so! in! love! squee, squee, squee, squee, squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, yeah, i can't breathe. from saying 'aw.' i need to upload my 'everybody say aw' icons or my 'squeezure' one. for the meantime, this. oh my lord.

::dies::

OTP! OTP! OTP! er, other otp that is. after kirk/spock. but that one's not even open to question. ::aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh::

i'm not what i used to be and i don't know myself from anybody else

why yes, i DO like william shatner.

::sticks out tongue at cara_chapel::

and so the princess decreed and so it was!

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someone whose name starts with 'p' and ends with 'hineas' show harrimad_sol my due south recs.

::adjusts halo::

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brunch: five slices of peach coffeecake, three pieces of bacon, a bacon cheeseburger with LT and pickles.

didn't finish the coffeecake til logic had already started (SCREW logic). tralalla, went to get a cheeseburger (the plan: study straight until 12:30's class. see, makes sense, no? i was going to go into the lounge. then i discovered that i don't have my syllabus, don't know what i was sposed to read. ...oops). ate cheeseburger, am stuffed and currently consuming orange tea.

class 12.30 to 2.00, then mailage of the package assembled last friday. mmmmmmm bacon. yum.

in other news, am slightly anxious for oneko_briar. where are you, dee? or dum, was it? ::petpets::

PHONE SEX! YAY FOR COMPUTER LABS

me: no, i'm very happy! i'm smitten! infatuated! in luuuuuuuuurve!
southpaw526: uhuh and?
me: well i can't explain it! it's just like! it's DIFFERENT NOW! our whole THING is like--
naina: did you have phone sex?

...

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

...

so, princess!poll, your response most graciously requested with a velvet glove, or possibly kid:

if cim said the above to you, what would your first assumption about her relationship be?
a. phone sex.
b. internet sex.
c. i don't make assumptions. probably nothing.
d. whatever it was, it was obviously REALLY CUTE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
e. cim is a psycho stalker and the relationship is all in her head.

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look, BAD slash is making cim tear up. see cim cry. why the fuck?

oh yeah, hormones.

::kick::

on behalf of myself and someone else who shall remain nameless

EEE EEE EEE EEE EEE EEE EEE
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[edit: HMPF.] [edit ii: nevermind, all better. ::blissful smile::]

don't know why i didn't call

finally remembered to open my packages in the mail today--my thoughts on the cds later. i'm also feeling little pain--a comforting little fantasy earlier to help me get through the spanish writing. i figure i can manage a page or so tonight. am yawning already but i do that whether i sleep 6 hours or 12 so i figure it's the meds.

everything's the fucking meds anyway.

hey, this chick is all sweet and husky and jazzy. mellow. go dl her, stat. this means you.

the piece is gone, left the puzzle undone

::coughcough:: i was bad and baited the troll. (subject: death penalty and canadian healthcare, or i'd've posted to fandom_wank.) i promise to stop now. at least i entertained [Bad username or site: nemoricultrix in the process @ livejournal.com] (she said optimistically).

viggo + porn + phone + poetry

nemoricultrix: we should work on Viggo [to publicize phone sex conversations], he seems like he'd be hard to pay off though
cim thing: hm, but he might be into making a statement
nemoricultrix: Ahh very good point, the artistic merit of it all
cim thing: it's very edgy as art goes
cim thing: i don't know if anyone has ever done phone sex poetry before
nemoricultrix: *blinks* Wow would I kill to hear him do that
cim thing: actually... ::blinks:: yeah.

cim thing: how much would you pay to hear viggo reading phone sex poetry?
thechaosdiva: 324593468713467103469203780948752421 dollars

(an answer that can't be argued with!)

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i should've started writing. or reading. this sucks. ass.

otoh, spanish prof. wrote the CUTEST notes on my paper! like, just X over one paragraph and '?' with no explanation. mmmkay. and on the back--apparently feeling i lacked some background--he writes, 'in __ book __ describes modernism. in poetry, modernism is: (7 points taking 1 page, all illegible).'

AHAHAHAHAHA.

dude. i can't believe that paper got a b. i mean, i know the argument did not totally suck, but i forgot the bibliography after being awake 24 straight hours, and it was too short and i was low on the textual examples. in a literature course! rock on. maybe he likes my turn of phrase.