extended dvd train of thought and commentary.

in which there is theory of frodo's eyes, proof that dom and elijah are gay, dirty dancing references, and sexual innuendo between gandalf and the balrog.

( oh, like ANYONE's not seen it )

this is also a gip. chibi!cim. yes. moving on.

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i need to remove justin from my playlist, add christina and britney to it, and update my recs page. all of that, tomorrow. for now, i was going to call kitten_head but i'm reaching crucial levels of tiredness which, in my current state-of-hormones, cause me to get very irritated for no reason whatsoever. will try tomorrow, babe.

if you are going to prevent yourself from saying things which you would regret, you're going to have to spend a lot of time writhing and twitching.

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what do i need?

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it's 3 am and i'm still awake, but i'm clinging to kitten_head, speaking of which, i almost entirely revamped my icons today. and here's the icon i just made for you, babe.



kitten_head: here's a moulin rouge picture! well, that's weird! she didn't have anything on the moulin rouge soundtrack, did she?
me: yes.
kitten: what?
me: 'lady marmalade'?
kitten: oh. right. duh.

houston, we have a hosting problem.

yo babe, so i guess that's a no on the calling me back, and that your phone died? well, ::million smooches:: and i'm off to bed before my head implodes. in the meanwhile, admire that icon i made for you. it looks easier than it was. >.

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this one and 'walk away' give me chills.

that image of galadriel, robed and cowled in white, on the banks of the anduin holding up one hand in benediction as their boats cast off--is going to stay with me for a while. perhaps i'll icon it later. eventually.

i need one of those little doodly pads like elfie has, because yo, cool. but almost as good: the WEBCAM WALLY ACTUALLY MAILED IT EEEE <3! so if, as he said, the usps ever delivers it, there will be pictures of nice hairdos and tiaras and the golden snitch and... who knows what!

my doodles from during the movie: frodo looking suspicious (to illustrate the size of eyes), saruman's hand (to illustrate fingernails), gandalf's beard, ringwraith #5 fetching the carton of milk like these in the cartoon very secret diary merchandise. oh, and then at the end, all together (!): legolas, a mr gondor ribbon for our ever beloved boromir squirrelmir, and a yawning mouth with the word 'yawn' sitting on its tonsils.

::yawns delicately::

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oh, fantastic. roof leaking in bathroom, entire floor not only wet but slightly sticky, indicating the janitor didn't rinse it properly when he mopped it thurs. only thing i could find to put under it: recycling bin, sticky with beer, actually containing a beer bottle (oh, no, excuse me: ale). too tired to move it. back to bed. what is the deal with this 'sleeping for five hours' stuff? ew. does anyone want to send me some cough medicine? ::coughs pitifully and crawls into bed::

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my icons! i can't decide what to do with them. i spent forever on another chair one from the stronger vid, and then i changed my mind and kept the one i uploaded last night, and in envy of my more adorable half's new sexy christina's crotch icon (made from a picture i sent her!) i was going to make a sexy one, but it had to be classy, and i spent forever looking at corsets and then i made this one and still--! no. i can't use it. ::shakes head despairingly:: it's... the borders and the transparent text. not me. like the one shadow_leopard posted to iconsensual in its infancy (which i proudly pasted in the wallpaper somewhere)--in love with it but not me! ::sob:: what shall i DO? i don't have a sexy icon. >.>

maybe i'll make a chibi sexy one later.

but that would kind of defeat the purpose, otoh.

damn.

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uploaded elijah again, got rid of the chair and switched christina's tag. i was missing this one after so short a time, already! everyone needs her tv fixed from time to time.

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and animated blinking icons with hot neon purple fuschia in them can bite my ass.

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oh dear. i just washed this bowl and wiped it out and poured it full of soup... and now it smells quite strongly of both soup and dish detergent. ::cautious sniff:: i know i wiped it out and rinsed it. gosh darn it. where are my saltines.

the ones that can swallow you whole

feel less missage of absent people on the phone even if nothing is being said. such is not necessarily the case with an open chat window in which nothing's being said--no background noise. they could've just as well walked away and left the computer. you don't know. oh, for a phone with free long-distance (not that aubry's could call finland).

i'm feeling small and rather unhappy and blah and uncomfortable. thursday a logic exam and wednesday twenty pages due. am just so listless, though--damn, when i call the shrink tomorrow morning, he'll probably make me cut back the anti-anxiety meds again. they're keeping back the anxiety and still depressing. fantastic.

the logic text is actually fun to read, but studying is another thing. also, the part i've had trouble with is the natural system and, well, that's the part not in the text. i've a handout somewhere. bleh. i suck, suck at it, too. dammit. will have to email the cute gay (?) professor of DOOM. no work next thursday! time to pack. my room is filled to the brim, practically, with dirty clothes, my desk is littered with kleenex (my box is empty, and i'm nearly out of the little portable bag). my tiara and the golden snitch are lying here looking sad. and my cheek and my eye and the edge of my jaw are itching in that random prickly way that goes away if you move your hand to scratch them.

this town is a song about you
you don't know how lucky you are
you don't know how much i adore you
you are the welcoming back from the ocean

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for those bad days, everyone needs one of these.



other cim status reports:

nose: v
throat: v
head: ^
back: ^
homework: v
emotional state: ^
energy level: ^

YOU KNOW YOU'RE LAME WHEN...

...#3,458,266: you quote your own fiction in conversation.*

*cim thing: phone haze. yes.
cim thing: aubry either forgot to call me back or her phone was too dead.
cim thing: (...to feel guilty).**

**from domlijah novella [delirium].