cimorene

kmazzy is encouraging me to write smutty femmeslash as a block-breaker on this singin' in the rain story. missy elliot/nelly furtado, baby.

i'm thinking, now, that i'm going to really do it. dum dee dee dee.

no, i'm excited, though. hm. present tense, first person. haven't done that in a while... whose point of view, you think? probably nelly's. i can research some portuguese.

which brings me to a completely unrelated point. but i'd just like to say to everyone: I WANT TO LEARN PORTUGUESE! there's a huge population who speak it in massachusetts, where i go to school, but the school doesn't offer it. of course, why should they. at that kind of price they're not getting a lot of the local immigrant population, or much of any locals. a huge percentage are from private boarding schools in new england, and, natch, LA.

i'm not really bitter. just thoughtful. i've always been very elitist, which was bound up, for me, in not getting along well with very many other people. going to an elitist place has made me realize that the not wanting to be around other people doesn't really have anything to do with my intelligence or theirs or our political beliefs. i never relate well to groups of other people. and if i don't fit in at amherst, does that mean i wouldn't fit in anywhere? well, i'm not going to transfer to swarthmore to find out or anything. i guess i'll just wonder forever.

other literary sf fans: have you ever been stuck with the option of a highly media-focused sf club to attend--anime, for instance--or none at all? and what did you do? i've been mulling over this option for months now. can i bring myself to go to events advertised as 'sci fi'? i can't decide if it's worse if they know better or worse if they don't. ::sigh::