i woke up half an hour early.

and couldn't go back to sleep, and now my alarm was about to go off anyway so i just turned it off. am sitting here pitifully rubbing my eyes, cause they always are all grainy and gritty and dry if i wake up in the middle of a sleep cycle [insert other pseudo-scientific shit]. missed wax by probably no more than, oh, ten minutes. have books, must return them to japanese building today, must deposit check and study. blah blah suckage. oh, and the review for the logic final. it's optional, but i figure i should go. and take good notes. i'm resisting the urge to say random things. just tell me this, universe: why was i awakened at 7:30, three full hours before the thingy i had to go to? why?

packing by today: what about my alarm clock, my phone, my bedding and the other things that i still will need? don't think they're all gonna fit in my suitcase. no way. maybe the teddy bear and the phone, *maybe.* the bedding, no way. maybe carolyn could come pick up another box. or maybe i'll have to throw it out and replace it... ::sigh:: there's $30 or $50...

oh, yeah.

yeah, it hadn't been said yet, so let's consider me squealed-out for an excuse. and just in case you thought i could just calmly handle it, no.

eeeee.

whoa.

eee.

eeeeeeeeeeee.


...

::collapses:: (excuse me. i'll be functioning again when i can temporarily go back to forgetting.)

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i just want to point out that now i'm here and there is no waxlet to be found. and that sucks. yo. yes. ::makes tea:: urg, and maybe some oatmeal. i am very hungry. ::eyes packing to be done::

edited to say that kerfluffles are still fun, i still love fandom_wank, and i would friend mirabellawotr if i hadn't already. carry on.

speaking of carry-on, do you think they'll let me take a teddy bear loose onto the plane?

calling memphis!

that clip from starz? with dom kissing elijah's hand? haha. whoa. so adorable.

interviewer: who was that?
dom: oh, just some extra.

hahahahah.

but what i want to know is, WHERE WAS THE YELLOW SHIRT OF GAY SEX?

[edit: watching this clip to ani difranco's "not a pretty girl." it rather fits. and rather doesn't. it's twisted. but the song is pretty, and i like it.]

all those who wander will eventually wander astray.

right, so i'm innocently websearching for seasonal images and this pops up:



cim thing: wtf kind of holiday card is that?
fabricatedvoice: AHAHAHA WHAT IS THAT
cim thing: note address (www.furnation.com)
cim thing: o.0
fabricatedvoice: o.O
fabricatedvoice: IT'S A FURRIES SITE
cim thing: ...

so i went to their main site. the news headlines running down the side:

Nature leads the way again for science
Man bites crocodile
Wild wolf seen in Norway
Cthulhu Coffee presents its Midwest Furfest 2002 con report

...bwahahahahahaha!

in the same spirit: new zealand!

a search for 'winter solstice celebration' turned up pretty early ( this )

image of the celebration in wellington, nz.

looks like fun, hm? claire and i have decided: we're going! ::packs up desk and blankets:: claire's bringing the chocolate. any other takers? you're welcome if you're going to bring something useful. like, oh, a hobbit. warm cider. that sort of thing. money.

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have made a bunch of holiday icons. will upload some later. after i decide which i want. and do some errands. yo, watch me run.

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i put off my errands. i'm going now. i'll *probably* be back by 2:30 (my time), but nothing is certain. okay, i suck. moving on. sorry, waxlet, if you got off at nine.

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wahahahhaha. i love customers_suck.

m yeah. from thechaosdiva:

emphatically. <--amen. go!

i may put that in my user profile.

american politics are so goddamned depressing.

ooops, and we have the onset of back pain. i'm going dancing in a few hours regardless. hello, ibuprofen, my old friend, i've come to talk with you again... shut me up before i get to 'darkly creeping,' mmkay?

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ahahahhaahah a bad due south story! ::sniffle:: due south! how i've missed you!

slash epics weekly (extra!)

in news of finland, the celebrated co-authors of what is being called by its critics the Defining Sirius/Remus Fic of All Time claim they are nearing its completion. "expect something before the end of january," said wax jism in a statement made yesterday to a small but dedicated following of fans, while her consort giggled and clung to various parts of her anatomy. "we're sorry it's taking so long," princess cimorene added, when questioned. "it's just we keep getting, uh, distracted."

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how i long to fall just a little bit, to dance out of the lines and stray from the light! but i fear that to fall in love with you is to fall from a great and gruesome height. i asked a friend about it; her husband had just left her. she sat down in the chair he left behind. she said, 'what is love? where did it get me? whoever thought of love is no friend of mine.'

once i had everything. i gave it up for the shoulder of your driveway and the words i'd never felt. so for you i came this far across the tracks, ten miles above the limit and with no seatbelt and i'd do it again. tonight i went running through the screen doors of discretion, for i woke up from a nightmare that i could not stand to see: you were wandering out on the hills of iowa and you were not thinking of me.

contradancing

contra. danced with the cool nurse dude who knows everything and two other very knowledgeable partners and there were several awfully exhilarating dances. tried my new dancing shoes, and they were lovely. it started raining and everything's damp, the snow starting to melt and run. a test tomorrow at nine am, too. one of the old couples who always come--when i say 'old' i mean fifties--had a moment that i witnessed today. aww. meltmelt. no, so sweet--he'd bent all the way down over her, she was hiding her face in his shoulder and he was nuzzling at her hair and her ear, i think saying something very quietly.

i want my wax.

oh, and phineasjones, i saw your ex briefly. tralala. my hands are cold. hmf.

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we'll see about studying. i have food. :]

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wax, the html running total you've been making lacks the italics, of which there are a lot, because they vanish when i paste from word to aim.