no matter what i tried you beat me with your bitter lies

::eyes drawer which contains the chocolate:: ::slaps her own wrist::

I DECREE THAT HENCEFORTH DOM'S NAME...

is not 'dom' but

'dommmh.'

make a note of it. and don't forget! exceptions made in the following cases:

1) if you work for new line cinemas in, say, the pr or legal departments.
2) if you're really really in a hurry to finish typing his name so you can move on to some part of his anatomy ::ahem:::
3) if... there is no 3).

move right along.

but don't forget!

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i'm sure everyone will be relieved to know, upon hearing that i had nightmares, that i only slept for 5 hours! yes, that's me, finding the silver lining in every stormcloud. they were not so much the monsters chase you kind of nightmare as the, um, reading a book and, for whatever reason, being vaguely horrified kind. i think i was inhabiting the body of someone else who was... discovering that their mother had killed her (the mother's) father? i think there was... a body? or a place where a body had been. and everyone was just pretending not to have figured out what had happened. there was also an alien. and some little indian reservations with sandy ground. like, reservations the size of one room, with no roofs and walls made of stretched pieces of leather. um, yeah.

in other news, my stomach is really vastly unhappy with everything. and i'm supposed to pre-register starting thursday. DIE DIE DIE.

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cim thing: apparently 'mix-and-matchable' is now a word.
cim thing: dagnabbit, and i missed the party.

ow ow ow. stupid STUPID stomach!

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my reaction to panic is to write a long incoherent mess of an email to my daddy.

well, whatever works, i guess, yo.

although 'works' is a strong term, perhaps; is it working? no. i am still panicky, though perhaps no longer AS panicky. and still mad. i HATE THE WORLD, with a few small exceptions. yes, i'm aware that my moodiness is the result of odd medications; your point?

crypticness of hysterically funny crypticism

my other reaction to panic is to re-read chat transcripts.

!!!!!

AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA. WE. SO. ROCK.

/cryptic

carry on.

this is for thechaosdiva

sometimes shit happens, and you just have to deal with it (ie by stopping to let the Spotted Minions of Evil cross the street). but you can do it. i'm going to be thinking of you. ::mwah::

life, pain, and myself

dear world:

i just thought i'd let you know that my hate for you is reaching new heights of vitriol about now.

no love whatsoever, cim

AND!

dear claire, holls, cara, adrienne, or anyone else who might miss me on aim:

i won't be on tonight unless the paper gets finished and i'm still awake. must. finish. paper. that is all. ::collapses crying in bed::

love, cim

lalala no essay--just kidding. i have a whole introduction. bwahaha.

gross.

scaly patch of skin forming where the edge of the laptop and the edge of the desk always rub my right wrist. also on the ball of the hand, the heel, a callus that keeps peeling and was bleeding today at work and hurts now and bleh.

but! my mommy and daddy are very cute. it's so great to hear The Story of the PTA Meeting from both their points of view separately. (and then, after he skipped both of the boring speeches--actually the second was SAT10, not SAT9, because we've switched, but how to prepare your child for the tests, really!--he walked in when the play had started and sat by me and had the nerve to ask me which one was lillian!)

in other news, kitten_head. shower her with much affection, for she is my greatly-beloved darling bestest cousin friend world person.

running commentary during the essay-writing:

nota: párafos pequeños! en grandes cantidades...

dude, mario kart is SO NOT THAT COOL. also my hair isn't very cool right now either. gay sex, though, gay sex is cool.

and ME an english major? bwahahahaha. (repeat as often as necessary: not shameful, subversive. not shameful, subversive...)

note: cookies bad. NO MORE COOKIES. (gingersnaps, that is). hum, it's 11 and i've nearly half finished. wow, am doing SO much better than this point in the last essay. do i really want to write a paragraph on the similarities between the two stories to precede three about the differences, and then one about TRAGEDY? yes i think i do. just to, you know, moake sure it's all long enough in the end. tragic father-son relationships, gasp. must be sure to mention that. sounds quite relevant. and the word CRUELTY, have i mentioned that word yet? ::nods wisely:: it's all useful and stuff.

okay! am WELL AND TRULY half-done. También en "No oyes ladrar los perros" el amor del padre para su hijo no esta dicho sino mostrado. motherfucker. dónde estás corazón?

probably about 2/3 now. ha! finished by 1 am? it's quite possible, precious. i may be in bed as early as i was last night!

FINISHED. it's 1:10! go, me.