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dear world,

thanks, but no more cuteness today. i'd like to retain brain function.

yours,
cim

essay for the day--do i still have to write the spanish one?

why cim hates john mayer

the one that's out now. 'i just found out there's no such thing as the real world, just a mistake you've got to rise above.' i don't remember the title, but that line pisses me off. (claire: 'no such thing.' cim: right. bleh.)

thechaosdiva: why don't you like it?

::cim cracks knuckles:: it's so, so facile. it's like... trying so hard to be deep. (claire: ahaha.) like no one's ever thought of that before. go take high school philosophy, dumbass! JESUS.

and then, because it's pop music, people are all, 'yeah... wow!' (claire: It's So Deep and Meaningful?) yeah.

'no such thing as the real world! WHOA!' BANG.

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::petpets:: for claire.

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i need to step away from the chocolate, i think. somehow the entire weekend has passed. i don't seem to remember most of it; it's all sort of a blur since last wednesday, and i haven't really so much left my room since then. am still hiding from the essay. shrink tomorrow, 10 am, which means wake up at 8, which means... uh. something. go to bed by eleven for sure. maybe at 9, considering how much i've been sleeping lately. i'm afraid to open my school email account, no, like, REALLY afraid. you don't understand. i haven't since last wednesday because if there are messages from my professors i don't want to know about it. possibly, am depressed. fuck you, world.

sirius, remus, and the big long angst/schmoopfest story of DOOM

the sirius/remus story that wax_jism and myself are collaborating on, at the end of 5 scenes out of 10 (which is to say, 5 apiece; 10 out of 19 planned, as a whole)--has reached

58 pages and more than 27,000 words.

this is going to be a novel when it's finished, albeit a smallish one. and sirius and remus are FINALLY going to get their happy ending. i keep getting distracted from writing cause i just want to pet them to death! um, /squee. so anyway, yes. very long. did not realize this when we embarked on it, but i think it'll be better this way. we picked a rather complicated plot to tackle and we're being a bit finicky about it along the way.

for anyone who cares, wax is going to go through and fix all the spellings to british where i americanize them :).

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oh and! last wednesday's paper? due tomorrow with no penalty! hell yeah. now just to write it, tralala. um yeah. shut up.

essay, porn? essay, porn?

i'm thinking,

1. reread the stories to analyze, this time WITH dictionary (i always do it without first. skim words you don't know; don't break the dream. keeping context is more important.)
2. get online and find at least one bio of author.
3. read porn.
4. start essay. or possibly dinner.

lalala. ::skips off::

random spammage of elijah pictures

( this facial expression )

is so cute i may die. i'm just sayin'.

the things that really matter

claire and i are perfectionists, yessiree bob. after each of us spending about, oh, TWO HOURS ON IT, i came up with this icon that doesn't suck (she had several that didn't suck too, but in the end, i chose this one cause it was less cluttered). where it MATTERS, we're perfectionists. what matters?, you may ask. it's quite simple really.

1. icons
2. fonts

(things that don't matter)
1. school work

so i guess that about covers that... gip. oh, and my back hurts. elijah, save me. look at his little face, folks. how can you not love a face like that?