over the graves of the nameless

+ [lightbulb symbol] leonard nimoy's autobiography is exactly what i would expect from listening to his album (that's mr spock's music from outer space for all youse non-cognoscenti). in fact, it's that same painfully twitchy response i get from watching people make horribly ugly icons, or misspell things, or ponderously draw faces with the eyes in the wrong place. i want to cuddle him to death for writing it, but i also want to snatch the goddamned pen out of his hand and give him a nice lollipop instead.

+ i forgot what i was gonna say.

+ the road to hell is paved with republicans.

+ Niña venida de tan lejos, traida de tan lejos,
a veces fulgurece su mirada debajo del cielo.
Quejumbre, tempestad, remolino de furia,
cruza encima de mi corazon, sin detenerte.
Viento de los sepulcros acarrea, destroza, dispersa tu raiz soñolienta. -pablo neruda, veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada, poema 11

!!!!! attn glitterdemon

glitterdemon, i had the idea and then i HAD to do it!

i dreamt that

+kitten_head and i and panda, the other cousin our age, were with kitten_head's parents at some kind of mall somewhere. i was shopping for a new swimsuit top the same shade of black as the bottoms and coveting shoes, and panda was shopping for shoes, and kitten was just shopping. and we were in this giant mall, looking at the barbie section for some reason, which took up an entire wall. and this freaky, crazy woman at the barbie counter got it into her head that we had stolen some barbies (???), but her memory was so bad panda was able to slip away for five seconds while kitten and i were talking to her and then come back, and, engaging her in conversation as a wholly new person, distract her. eventually we managed to introduce all three of ourselves to her as new people looking for something because of her extremely short attention span, although i can't recall what we told her we were looking for. we eventually told her there was a fire in he store and escaped.

+in the second store, instead of like an example room to display bedding, a threesome involving an elderly connie chung with bleached hair, one more woman, and a hot black guy had actually set up their house on the display and were living there with three children for everyone to see. (comes of reading potcfic, eh?) they were demonstrating how they had a two-times-king-size bed and they all could sleep in it, children included, like puppies in a pile. and then connie was using a scanner to make custom placecards for their dinner that night, at the place where you'd usually pay fopr the bedding. my aunt cherrie complimented her on a cute idea.

the shirts i made

eta that making a shirt with 'a slashy in-joke about karl and viggo' was the brainchild of oneko_briar and from there the shirt just about made itself.

this one says "/slash" on the front. stole that from wax_jism. the other shirt i drew on for dragoncon just says CIMORENE on the front. ( here. )

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have cleaned for hours. the kitchen cannot, however, be said to be CLEAN, nor can the dining room. just the floors thereof. now i'm hot and sweaty and my stomach is extremely upset. earlier today mom made me so angry i was about shaking. haven't had this sort of stomach trouble since, like, the last time i was around her a lot! stressssss issss bad. we hates it. i'm going to take a tranquilizer and lie down.

i can't hurt anymore

it's funny when you run across an author who writes very well, and very CLOSE to the way you write and/or the way you like to read, and just misses by an inch in one dimension or other, so you're left unable to deny the aesthetic appeal, unable to do anything but applaud it, but not really all that impressed, or struck, or pleased, deep down.

feels like my head is stuffed with cottonwool. that must be the klonapin.

um, i haven't mentioned yet that everything's off with copenhagen. not going to copenhagen next semester. never going back to amherst. not sending in the application for financial aid this semester. this is, like. It. perhaps i should request a hardcopy transcript or two from them.

laaaalala

gacked from l'elfie, my top ten september songs--those of recent listening:

+stacie orrico, 'stuck on you'
+vanessa carlton, 'a thousand miles'
+'say shava shava' from the bollywood film kabhi khushi kabhie gham
+mandy moore/jonathan foreman, 'someday we'll know'
+a hindi song, 'churaliya' (the artist incomprehensible from what's there)
+nina simone, 'four women'
+ani difranco, 'not a pretty girl'
+'ishq bina' from the bollywood film taal
+the soundtrack to pirates of the caribbean
+the soundtrack to the two towers

( and here's johnny depp )

and i want wax.