cimorene

it's funny that i'm here in the library with

ninglor. she was the origin of the [name of] library live subject line, when she worked all summer in her school one and i was working doing the deathly boring photocopying of doom for biggay!andy in the science library of not a single journal that you're looking for (tm). (everything is tm. don't question me. who's the princess, bitch?)(and i have the shirt to prove it.)

anyway, so we went to hampshire college and got here late, sat through a lecture and dozed through another, consumed some croissants and then a pretty nice lunch with hot (albeit cheapo tetley) tea and brownies and cookies. the president of the college, a yale grad from sometime really the fuck long ago, sat down with us and had a pleasant conversation, and hampshire, which is 10 min from amherst, apparently has a pretty good linguistics department. because i referred adrienne here he offered me a favor--call his office and he'd put me in touch with one of the linguistics professors, he said. he was very pleasant and personable.

i feel more at home here than i ever did at amherst, just like i'm more at home in new england than in alabama or in a contra dance hall than at the prom, or ... yeah. it's just me. i'm wearing my princess shirt, bowling shoes, ae pants and a long-sleeved white express shirt (under the princess sh irt) with a black and gold japanese silk scarf. am trying trying trying not to look normal of late.

phineasjones told me last spring in response to if i can't fit at amherst does that mean i won't fit in anywhere?--no. well, she was right. hallelujah. that doesn't mean i'm leaving. shall just brush up on my lying skills for that study abroad application.

adrienne said to me yesterday as we walked downtown, 'i used to sport that look a lot--the chipped nailpolish?' of course for me it's the equivalent of a tattoo. or a collar. you can't be smitten and have no mark of it. wearing my obsession on my fingernails? anyway.

i'm thinking i'll join that new f/s community (not the list) (<--can't hack lists) just because, even though i'm no longer keeping up with lotr, really. ::pets frodo and sam, who slept in the footlocker last night::

um, right.

so we were going to go to an all-day-most-of-the-evening party and we're not, because adrienne's interview is at 3 and the party was at 2, and so. we're staying here, and then we're dyeing my hair, and we'll laze about and do laundry. exciting, right? ::snort:: shutup. i slipped and fell on the way back into the house last night--twas pouring rain--hit my knee on the step, cracked a toenail and ruined its polish--the bruise is the size of my four knuckles in a row and i can feel it even if i'm not moving. it's swollen and blue and it may well be there still next september. it's actually, btw, more on my thigh. above the knee. would not quite be covered, however, by the dress/slip o' sex.