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Sunday, November 18th, 2007
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3:58 am - We'll Have You/Washed And Dried/Rinsed And Polished 'Till You Glow With Pride . . .
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Let me just say that there are many things in this world that are very relaxing. Some people choose meditation. Some people choose video games. Some people (Lillen: weak people) choose drugs. Some people, such as myself, use knitting.
Some people, also such as myself, choose to seize the opportunity that their roommates have gone on a walk to cookout to dress in a skirt shiny red skirt and tidy the room while listening to Gunther's music.
You'll never guess which of these I am doing. ;D
Also, Atlas Shrugged is getting even more amazing as I continue to read. *sw00ns*
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2:33 am - It's A No No . . . And I Like It . . .
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Okay, so Gunther is a Swedish Eurodance musician. He has performed at Yale and Princeton, among other places. In other news, he is the greatest, most fantastic, artist in the world.
Ever.
I strongly suggest that everyone YouTube the following songs by Gunter/Gunter and the Sunshine Girls. I list them in descending orders of amazing qualities, but they are all truly inspired works.
Tutti Frutti Summer Love
Touch Me
Christmas Song
Teeny Weeny String Bikini
Ding Dong Song (You Touch My Twa La La)
Naughty Boy
By "YouTube," I mean "thoroughly immerse yourself in."
Here are a few convenient samples. This way, you will have no excuse. NONE!
Now that I've given those to you, I'm off to look at a video of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2) unequivocal
Lillen: But you could just browse around to find nearly naked pictures of him, if you wanted. He's been posting on suicideboys for ages, and you knew who he was a year before he became known as the "Leave Britney Alone!" guy.
Yes, but I clearly feel no need to do this, as I am not a perv.
Lillen: *dies laughing* Oh, right. Of course. *dies laughing again*
*sigh*
Incidentally, I haven't related to most of you the story of how soul_bastion and I were in Subway together when we just *happened* to walk next to a TV that was turned to a News Channel, and they just happened to be talking about the mysterious "Leave Britney Alone Guy." It just so happened that Jeff is the ONLY person whom I know who would recognize Chris Crocker, and we happened to be together at that time. It was pretty cool.
Edit: Incidentally, watching unequivocal/Chris dance to "Gimme More" is at about the same entertainment level as my own rendition of the dance. Watching him make pizza is actually much, much more amusing. Seriously. Not that I'm trying to be a YouTube whore, or anything.
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| Friday, November 16th, 2007
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10:03 pm
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Here's a meme that I stole from spastiksparky. The results shouldn't be news to anyone.
Your Boy Side
[ ] You love hoodies
[ ] You love jeans.
[ ] Dogs are better than cats.
[ ] Its hilarious when people get hurt
[ ] You've played with/against boys on a team.
[ ] Shopping is torture.
[ ] Sad movies suck.
[ ] You own an X-Box
[ ] Played with Hot Wheels cars as a kid.
[ ] At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.
[x] You own a DS, PS2 or Sega (A PS-3, Actually)
[ ] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers
[ ] You watch sports on TV
[x] Gory movies are cool
[ ] You go to your dad for advice.
[ ] You own like a trillion baseball caps
[ ] You like going to football games.
[ ] You used to/do collect baseball and/or pokemon/yugi-oh/dragonball Z cards
[ ] Baggy pants are cool to wear.
[ ] It's kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.
[x] Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors
[ ] You love to go crazy and not care what people think.
[ ] Sports are fun.
[ ] Talk with food in your mouth.
[ ] Wear boxers (I don't wear underwear.)
Total: 3
Your Girl Side
[ ] You wear lip gloss (I only ever wear chapstick and that's only during winter).
[x] You love to shop.
[ ] You wear eyeliner.
[x] You have some of the same shirts in different colors.
[ ] You wear the color pink.
[x] Go to your mom for advice.
[ ] You consider cheerleading a sport.
[ ] You hate wearing the color black (black is slimming and classicly seductive).
[ ] You like hanging out at the mall.
[x] You like getting manicures and/or pedicures
[x] You like wearing jewelry.
[x] Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe (Only in private).
[ ] Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies
[ ] You don't like the movie Star Wars.
[ ] You are/were in cheerleading, gymnastics or dance
[x] It takes you around 1 hour to shower, get dressed, and put on make-up and accessories.
[x] You smile a lot more than you should.
[ ] You have more than 10 pairs of shoes
[x] You care about what you look like (Yes, but I don't obsess over it).
[x] You like wearing dresses when you can
[ ] You like wearing body spray/perfume/cologne.
[ ] You wear girl underwear (I don't wear underwear.).
[ ] Used to play with dolls as little kid
[ ] Like putting make-up on someone else for the joy of it
[ ] Like taking pictures of yourself with your cell phone/camera when you're bored. (I'm not aesthetically pleasing enough for that.)
Total: 10
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| Tuesday, November 13th, 2007
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8:31 pm - "Oh, Amber, Just Look At This Motley Crew . . ."
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So, I somehow slept through two of my classes this morning. Chase, who had agreed to wake me up, fell asleep . . . which made it difficult for him to wake me up.
I don't know if I've ever mentioned how much I hate missing class. I truly hate it. It comes across, in my mind, as a sign of disrespect, even if it is not meant that way. I have missed one of these classes four times, now. Each time, it was under weird circumstances, but that's not acceptable. I've missed it more than I've missed any other class. *sigh*
I also got semi-defensive when toriiiiiiiiiiii mentioned it. She is in my class, but I'm always attacking myself with criticism after I do something like oversleep or wait until the last minute. Basically, I hate it when I do things that seem to signify incompetence.
*sigh* And then I humiliate myself by confessing them on livejournal.
At 10pm, we're having "Sex In The Dark." I'll chat more about it afterwards, but it's exciting. I was invited to join in semi-last-minute, so I'm trying to entice/blackmail/seduce/coerce/threaten/manipulate my residents into participating.
One other thing? We have a great RA staff in this building. I'm not just saying that because toriiiiiiiiiiii is an absolute doll or because Patrick tends to touch me inappropriately or say things like "I feel so secure when my head is resting on your bosom," though both are true. With one . . . notable exception . . . our staff works together well, and we all get along.
Also, they have all seen me pole-dance on the East Beach. ;D
Smooches.
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| Sunday, November 11th, 2007
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7:24 pm - I Want To Be Chained Up In Rearden Metal
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I'll just pretend that the last post that I made was *not* prior to the month of August. I missed Livejournal too much to stay away, but my weird anxiety issues relating to guilt over not having posted recently somehow deterred me from posting. So silly.
Ahem.
I am currently reading: Atlas Shrugged. It is an explosion of delight, and I find that I cannot read it for too long in one sitting, as I have to writhe in pleasure. I am about . . . halfway done?
The RA job is pretty fantastic. Seriously. I love being an authority figure to an entire hallway of dirty boys. Also, I like being motherly.
I have begun to take up knitting more aggressively, in my ongoing effort to better resemble Semirhage from Wheel of Time. I am actually satisfied with my stitching, and so this project is going along nicely.
I am still unreasonably popular. My RA class' facebook group, which was created by the class' instructor, is named after me, and an inside joke relating to me. Look under my facebook groups; you will see a group titled "Simon Loves Black & Gold!" It is called this because I find the color-combination to be distasteful, and so our school colors make students better resemble Hufflepuffs than worthwhile human beings.
How are everyone's years going? I know that *I* have a lot to mention, but this is my third year in college--not my *first*.
Much love to everyone~
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| Friday, July 20th, 2007
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2:40 pm - Voldemort Is Awesome
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This is my last post before I read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Is it too much to say that I feel that I've reached a milestone in my life? I mean, for the last ten years, I've been waiting for the next Harry Potter book to be released. This is . . . weird. I feel like I would be willing to wait for another year, or two. With the book coming out in . . . nine hours . . . it seems a bit final.
I really hope that there will be more Harry/Draco suggestiveness, as there was in the last book. Seriously. What are people going to do -- not buy the Seventh Book?
Voldemort may be a bit of a psychotic bastard, but he's really, really brilliant, and I admire that aspect of him, and I'm going to mourn that.
I'll be at Quail Ridge Books for the book's release. I haven't decided as to whether or not I will be actually dressing up or not. In the mean time, I will be at princess_vera's, and, while I will be dressed, I will not be "dressed up."
Well, J K Rowling, it's been great. I look forward to reading tonight, and to almost certainly crying.
Also, my manager says that I can keep the cardboard cut-out of Harry Potter that's at the door to Kroger. Tomorrow evening.
Awesome.
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| Sunday, July 15th, 2007
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10:31 pm - Sectumsempra~
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I have decided to read one Harry Potter book a day until Deathly Hallows comes out at midnight on Saturday morning. These first few days will involve a good deal less reading than I expect that Thursday and Friday will. I'm also working about eight hours a day this week, so . . . yeah. I'll be busy. But I want to be completely immersed in Harry Potter when I read the Seventh Book.
I'm super excited, but I'm going to avoid excessive speculation in my posts. For one thing, there's always the chance that I might be wrong, and I would hate to have anything like that on record. The other thing is that, as soul_bastion has pointed out in the past, I have an uncanny ability to predict the outcomes in fiction. Mind you, Harry Potter is much less predictable than, say, Rome or Desperate Housewives.
I'm missing people for the strangest of reasons. Mostly, I find, I'll be watching a movie or a television show (particularly something like Avatar, that I'm accustomed to watching with certain people), and I almost lean over to say something, and then I realize that I'm either with various family members or I'm watching the movie alone (with the television in my room, I've been doing that a lot, right before I go to sleep). I'm so used to watching things with some arrangement of soul_bastion, lifeprolific, rebelliouspants, Kris, and Chase. I'm particularly accustomed to having the exact same thought as Jeff, so much so that we sometimes don't even say what we both were thinking, but we both laugh because we know what it was. *sigh* I watched The Mists of Avalon with my mother and sister last night, and I missed watching it with Kristi.
I'm also disappointed that I haven't gotten to see very many Enloe/post-Enloe people this summer. Last summer was about the same, really, but it's still sad. I'd like to see people, but I feel awkward making plans, because I don't know what in people's lives I might be interrupting or proposing to interrupt. Some people are elsewhere, either visiting friends or unearthing dinosaurs in Montana(!) or just on family vacations.
I think that I'm mostly missing school. I can't wait to move in. RA move-in will be the fifth of August. It's going to be very, very hot, but I don't really care. I don't yet know when I'll get my list of residents, though. I want to start making door-tags, soon. I have many, many ideas for the design.
With luck, if I have the time and if Greg, also, has the time/desire to do so, I might go shopping for things for my dorm room tomorrow. It's my day off, and I'm really in the mood to get some of those things. I might even go shopping on my own, but that could take a much longer time, as I am much more likely to go over every purchase for minutes in my head before I make it. Courtesy makes me shop a bit more quickly.
Things that I Need:
1) Bookcase (black, tall) [@ SuperTarget for about $30]
2) TV-Stand (black, needs to have a back and closing/sliding doors)
3) Wheely Chair (black, with wheels) [@ Supertarget for about $50]
4) Shower Curtain
5) Shower Stand (for holding shampoos and conditioners)
6) Egyptian Cotton Bedsheets (because I'm silly)
7) Various Other Items
I might also get, you know, pens and paper and that sort of thing. Perhaps. ;D
I'm off to read more Harry Potter and possibly even my friendslist.
Muah~
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| Friday, July 13th, 2007
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3:52 pm - Voldemort Is Awesome
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"Just because you're allowed to use magic now doesn't mean that you have to whip out your wands all the time."
That's more or less what Molly Weasley said to the Weasley Twins.
Some people in the audience disagreed with her.
So, obviously, I saw Order of the Phoenix. I saw it on Wednesday night, after work. It was delicious. I would write a review, but I want to hold off for a couple of days before unleashing spoilers upon the world.
I will say that the "The Only One He Ever Feared" duel between Dumbledore and Our Lord Voldemort was even more amazing than it was in the book--and that was about my favorite chapter in the book. That is how a magic-fight should look.
I will also say that Dolores Umbridge is *perfect.* She's SUCH an Inspector Guardian (ISTJ), though she is much less cool than such Inspector Guardians as Mace Windu and Princess Azula.
I mean, the movies just seem to be getting better and better, after Chris Columbus did as bad of a job on the first two movies as his namesake did on the Americas (okay, slight exaggeration--the explorer guy was a mass-murdering bastard, the director was just not very good in comparison to the others who followed). But the quality of this movie just took me by surprise.
Lillen: "Like in the smutfic, in which the Weasley Twins take Harry by surprise? The one with that magical product, 'Whizglide'?"
Yes, Lillen. Just like that.
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This is my one and only day off from work, this week. As you may have guessed, I am *not* having a movie-related party, as, you know, the movie came out on Wednesday. Our internet went out, and wasn't back up until last night, by which point I went to sleep.
My grandfather has had his third stroke--yesterday. My mother thinks that he's probably not going to live much longer. My great aunt died of cancer, but I had only met her about a dozen times, and while I knew her well . . . my grandfather has *always* been a part of my life. My mother called him on the day that I was born, and told him that I "had his chin." "Which one?" was his reply. I lived with him and my grandmother for a year when I was little, and he was three miles away from my house until halfway through my junior year of high school. He hasn't been in good health for, basically, my entire life. Two heart-attacks, skin cancer, diabetes, clinical depression, and three strokes are a lot for one person to live through. He always kept himself busy, working past a terrible childhood and providing for a family of five children. Since he retired when I was about four years old, I can't imagine what it has been like, for him, to not feel that he has anything to do. He's in the hospital, and I'm not sure if I want him to live.
I mean, selfishly, I want for him to live, but his life has been pure misery since his first stroke. I want for him to make a full recovery and pull through, but I want many things, and that doesn't change reality. He hates asking things of other people, and he has to rely on others to help him with everything for the past two years.
I know that many people grow up without ever knowing any of their grandparents, and here I am, having four grandparents who I have known for just about my entire life. But my grandfather has been such a big part of my life, since I was a child, and it's strange to think that he might die soon. And I wonder about how my grandmother will deal with his death. They've been married for more than fifty years.
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In other news, I basically just have one more week of work. After that, I go to California for a week (I leave on, like, the twenty-fourth), to visit my paternal grandparents in LA. Pacific Palisades, where my grandmother lives, is beautiful.
Oh, and I might have not mentioned that I will get to see the original Broadway cast perform Wicked. My grandmother got tickets for the two of us--like, $300 tickets. This will be unbearably cool. It's always nice to go and visit my grandparents, because they live this fantasy lifestyle that I so greatly desire. Also, it's really great to see them. My aunt, who lives in Santa Monica, keeps remodeling parts of her house, and it's really fantastic. Shopping on Rodeo Drive with my grandmother is fun, as is going and visiting my grandfather (who lives in the San Fernando Valley) and going to see the J. Paul Getty museum of art. The building itself is a work of art, which is, I suppose, part of the point. Visiting my great-uncle Bernie is fun, too, especially when he off-handedly mentions the various large and expensive vehicles (like a yacht) that he used to own before he grew bored of them.
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Maybe having a party, if I get the chance, next week. Probably less of a party, more of having a bunch of people over, which is quite different than a party . . . because of the phrasing. I need to find out the date, though. *sigh* Busy, busy . . .
Muah, kiddies~
PS: Stolen from Jeff and Kristi. Not a surprise, though I'm appalled that I have more in common with Hufflepuff than I do with Griffindor. *sigh* They're both dull, but at least Griffindor deserves some respect.
Which Hogwarts house will you be sorted into?
Your in-depth results are:
Slytherin - 13
Ravenclaw - 10
Hufflepuff - 8
Gryffindor - 7
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| Tuesday, July 3rd, 2007
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2:14 am - The Closer
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"I haven't posted a while due to a lame excuse that doesn't really account for my absence from livejournal"
It came to my attention, via Lillen, that my entry is long. Not long by *my* standards for length, but it would have, quite possibly, dwarfed the friendspage of a very, very unpopular person (or a person with friends who aren't talkative). The remainder of my post is placed under a cut. ( Like this. )
I've commented on a couple of the "most recent entries," but there are a bunch, and I have a *lot* (a lot a lot a lot a lot -- HUGE amounts, if anyone gets the reference) of entries upon which to catch. Or something. More update soon, along with, you know, more comments. Because, surely, people *live* for comments from me. Surely.
PS: I'm not *SURE* yet, but I may very possibly be having a Harry Potter party on the day of or the day after the OotP's release. If you are on my friendslist, or if you are my friend in *real* life but not on livejournal, then you are invited in a very general sort of way. Specific people who actually are in the Wake County area are more specifically invited . . . if that makes sense.
Lillen: "It does not."
Right. I'll post an *actual* party invitation, and probably use facebook, email, and even (*gasp*) telephone technology. If there is some huge, local thing planned that has not come to my attention due to my recent . . . inattention towards the internet, then I will defer to that. If no one loves me, then that's understandable, too. If you were at my last Harry Potter Party, then this one will be basically like that one, except that I will probably have more control over the set-up, it will be for the movie, not the book, and my dad and youngest sister will be in California. If you did not come to the last one, then you have a second chance to atone for your previous failure.
Lillen: "But some of them didn't know you, then--"
I will hear no excuses!
~That Is All~
PPS: I have decided to learn Ancient Egyptian. This has been an idea of mine for a while, but it was probably subconsciously promoted further by Greg's own studies of a semi-obscure language. Mine is a bit more obscure.
Ancient Egyptian is fucking hard. commie_squirrel, I do not recommend this for you, since you, too, are a natural expert at *making* things hard. I am teaching myself, and even Egyptologists aren't *entirely* sure about some hieroglyphics, and different symbols have *totally* different meanings if they are placed in conjunction with certain other symbols. Oh, well. I know how to write, like, three symbols in Ancient Egyptian. It is most likely, though not guaranteed, that that is three more Ancient Egyptian words than you can write at this very moment.
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| Saturday, June 2nd, 2007
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10:43 pm - I Think About You All The Time -- It's So Addictive
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So, the "Knocked Up" preview screen that plays continuously as I make posts is really, really providing an incentive for me to get a paid account. That Grey's Anatomy/Roswell actress is significantly prettier than I am, and I don't need such a constant reminder.
Lillen: Your hair's prettier than hers. And she's *much* fatter than I am.
But you weigh, like, ninety-five pounds.
Lillen: Ninety-one pounds, and if you discuss my weight again, I will kill you and make it look like a freak, indoor green lightning accident.
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Starcraft with lifeprolific and others as well last night was quite delightful. Until the third game, of course, in which one of the players committed suicide, and in which no one on the other team tried at all, because they wanted to stop and do something less cool that Starcraft (though that pretty much includes anything of which you can conceive).
Still, very fun. Thank you, Greg, for taking me. You should take me again, some time. 0_o
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My parents have been a bit fussy about my not being at Kroger just yet. First of all, I will probably start next week (the managers are both new, and so the process is slower than it was last summer). Second of all, the *only* difference from their perspectives between me having a work-day and a vacation day is that, on work-days, I am *not* at home to help my parents with their various insane projects or to sister-sit. It can't be concern over money.
I mean, anyone who has seen me play a video or computer game (or D&D) knows that I conserve money like some sort of . . . thing that conserves money. I spend money on specific things--usually on relatively *nice* things, but I don't do it all that often. Ordering Chinese would not be feasible as often as I do it at school, but I only eat one meal a day, and I do not eat quite every day. Also, even if several of my professors were to suddenly call ASU's ResLife Department and tell them that they had made a mistake and that I had actually failed all of my classes (this happened in a nightmare of mine, by the way), thus causing me to lose my RA postion (or be on some weird probation thing, maybe), I would still have money--though I would probably be too ashamed to go on living, at that point, so money would basically be a moot point.
Anyway, it's not really relevant. I'm pretty sure that my dad is jealous that I can take time off, though this has nothing to do with jelly! especially since he told me as much himself. He, too, can take time off, but he is a personality match-up for Firelord Ozai, and would probably not do that. I appreciate an intense work-ethic, and I like to have one for myself. That said, I am a personality match-up for General Iroh, and taking a vacation is also nice, so long as I don't lose my "edge."
Of course, being at home is not much of a vacation, but that's beside the point. I *never* would have been able to go to both parmandiriel's flute recital and birthday part-ay if I had had work, not to mention last night's Starcraft orgy game. Also, I would not have been able to babysit my little sister while my other sister was at her boyfriend's house and while my parents went out to a movie.
On a side note, the only of my sister's boyfriend's characteristics of which I do not approve is that he likes mushrooms. Still, he has many mitigating qualities, including (but not limited to) a love for both Invader Zim and Starcraft.
Muah~
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| Friday, June 1st, 2007
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2:25 pm - Sidiously, You Guys . . .
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rebelliouspants called me something like five minutes after that last post. This is primarily the result of her being unbearably awesome. We may have spoken on the phone for quite a while, and I giggled and squealed a great deal. In fact, while we were speaking, I was so inspired that I put on clothing (changing out of my "default" outfit) and walked to Kroger, where I bought things that will cause diabetes and heart disease some, uh, celery sticks and carrots and whatever else it is that people who eat healthily eat. Yes. I even munched on a, um, cabbage on the way home.
The Cabbage Guy: "Nooooo! My cabbages!"
People Who Don't Watch Avatar: . . . ?
When I got back with my, um, alfalfa, I actually watched something like 5 episodes from the first season of Avatar. They were delightful.
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By the way, Happy Six-Month-iversary, rebelliouspants and lifeprolific!. The two of you are super duper adorable~
By the way, if I ever actually date someone ever again, please remind me to start on a date that is easy to remember. And I can't make it at the end of a month, because we might not *have* a month-iversary in February. And that would be a disaster.
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I should mention that sleep, Kristi, Avatar, and delicious food totally all worked together in order to successfully bury my hurt feelings and disappointment and other foolish emotions that I was experiencing. Also, on my walk home from Kroger, I realized that it is, in fact, the "time of the month" for both my mother and sister. They bleed and, all of the sudden, I have all of these pesky feelings that are not, in fact, simply a range from "happy" to "exceptionally happy" to "excited" to "creepily interested." I should have known, because yesterday normally wouldn't have bothered me very much.
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By the way, Welcome Back, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif?v=92.2) pornish_pixies! I may participate in the The Internet Is For Porn Challenge. I have not actually written smutty fanfic before (smutty stories? Yes. Smutty fanfic? No), so this should be interesting.
What pairing should I choose? I mean, if only there were some one, undoubtably true pairing within the Harry Potter world.
Lillen: Like, I don't know, Harry/Draco?
Oh, right. Lillen, you are *so* helping me to write this. You're much skankier than I am--ow! Ow!!
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By the way, I changed my livejournal interests after realizing that I hadn't really done much with them for about three years.
At some point soon, I might go through all of my friends' profiles and see how many of their interests show up as bold. I will use this method to evaluate the depth of our friendship I'm just idly curious.
Well, I'm off to listen to Mika, Madonna, and to Q Lazarus' "Goodbye Horses" while I shower. Unless I decide to listen to Eddie Izzard's stand-up, instead.
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| Thursday, May 31st, 2007
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2:48 am - Strikethrough
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Thanks to spastiksparky for the information. I was wondering why pornish_pixies had vanished. I was a member of it until I realized that it was cluttering my friendslist too much (and I didn't feel like fiddling with settings).
This whole thing seems rather silly. Click the banner for a few useful bits of information. And, as spastiksparky provided so very helpfully, here are two sites:
http://fawx.com/software/ljarchive/
http://news.com.com/Mass+deletion+sparks+LiveJournal+revolt/2100-1025_3-6187619.html
Now that I've said that, I do want to note that some people are getting a bit overenthusiastic about this. Why do I say that? Because, as silly as livejournal is being, there are different dimensions to actions (as I define them).
Ability: livejournal can indiscriminately delete communities and users at will. This is obvious, because they did.
Permission/legal ability: livejournal may indiscriminately delete communities and users at will.
Right: livejournal has the right to indiscriminately delete communities and users at will, provided that they have either free accounts or violate terms of service. Livejournal (run by "Six Apart") owns livejournal, and so it may do with it whatever it wishes. Free users are using a free service. Period. Personal ownership and all that.
Justification: basically, regardless of ability, legal ability, and personal right issues, *should* it be done. Well, no.
If you know me at all, you know that I would like to see all forms of child-abusers, including pedophiles, crucified upside-down with an IV-drip so as to keep them alive to fully enjoy the proceedings. Deleting livejournals is very different from this. Deleting fandom communities and stuff, on the other hand, is just stupid. Especially when they have great names like "pornish pixies."
Regardless, livejournal has every *right* to do whatever they want with our journals, except plagiarize or profit from them (intellectual property and all that). We aren't entitled to anything from livejournal unless we happen to be giving them money.
Does anyone else remember when fanfiction.net took all of its NC-17 fanfics down several years ago? Maybe about five years ago, I suppose. I didn't visit fanfiction.net afterwards because it no longer held anything of interest to me. Thank goodness for adultfanfiction.net out of moral indignation. Fanfiction still had the right to do so, however.
On that note, I have the right to burn an American flag if I wish. I will not, because I'm not . . . oh . . . a dick, but I totally have the right to do that. Mind you, I am not equating livejournal/fanfiction.net with people who burn flags. If you find one group more dickish than the other, then just assume that I am implying that said group is the more dickish. I really am not interested in either of those two parties enough to get upset beyond an "oh." Of course, suicideboys is still around, so . . . at least there's that. Not, err, that I would ever go to such a site, nor have I been there or ever printed out a picture from that site as part of any sort of greeting card for a friend of mine. No; certainly not.
By the way, do not visit said community unless you are ready for a very Baranovian livejournal community. Some of you are not old enough to legally visit this community. I am old enough to do so, but I have not. Surely.
Kisses~
PS: the eljay archive thing is fantastic. For serious.
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| Sunday, May 27th, 2007
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5:27 pm - Sausage~
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So, Hannah's birthday part-ay was positively delightful. That is the exact term that I used after I got home, which caused my dad to laugh. I suppose that I should have said that it was "totally rad," or whatever the young people are saying these days.
I gave her the first (and only) copy of Simon: The Soundtrack (Volume II), Impending Tunes II. It has exactly twenty songs, as with the last volume. Copies of both will be available, for free, basically the next time that any of you see me. I am working on the annotated playlist for the second volume.
The part-ay incluced parmandiriel, muskratalex, Corey C, Dan, Elizabeth, Heather, Katherine (who I met for the first time), lordbeaver, Peter, and klarinettus. If there were other people . . . then I forgot. It was, well, delightful. I'll only mention a few things, here, because my mother wants for me to keep her company downstairs, but I'll say that funny quotes ensued.
I greatly enjoyed fake-hitting upon Peter, who gave me a ride home, while Katherine was sitting next to him. Basically, I had offered to pay him back with either cash or "sausage" (the latter being a carry-over from the last game that we played), and he declined the cash, so I fake-whispered to him that I would find some other way to pay him back when Katherine was not present. 0_o Katherine may have had trouble breathing because of her laughter, at this point.
There was definitely a males-(and me)-only squee-fest over Starcraft II. Peter had apparently not heard the news, and Corey had not seen all of the demonstration video. Will, Peter, Corey, and I went to Hannah's computer and watched the demonstration video, including the one filmed in Korea that was clearly filmed in a large room and the audio of which was filled with excited gasps.
Everyone else stayed in the other room until Hannah came into the room.
Hannah: "We're having an orgy in the other room."
Will: "Trust me; this is better."
Will: *is Hannah's boyfriend*
Yes. Very yes.
More later. My mother wants my company.
My dad took my sisters to the beach, which solves my dilemna of figuring out how to avoid my family all day, today.
Man, I can't wait to start work.
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| Saturday, May 26th, 2007
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12:10 pm - Forgive Me, But I Require Your Attention, As I Am Not Particularly Disposed To Favor Your Girlfriend
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I should probably just type up a generic, "I haven't posted a while due to a lame excuse that doesn't really account for my absence from livejournal" message.
Actually, that sentence would work.
So, I'm back in Raleigh, as some of you may be aware. It is my strong desire to gate-crash visit Enloe in a legal and office-approved capacity.
parmandiriel's Senior Recital was delicious. It was fantastic. Seriously. It was delightful. I can't decide which piece was my favorite (and I'm not certain that "piece" is the correct terminology, particularly since Lillen giggles every time that I mention it), but I definitely enjoyed Tantallegra Tarantella (or something quite similar, I'm sure) a great deal. I must have the DVD. I will then make make the audio into a CD, and listen to it on repeat.
My mother came along because she wanted to see/hear/smell(?) as well, or, as Matthew's mother said, "Oh, so your son let you come, too!" I'll admit that my mother is a rather fun person, though I always feel nervous whenever my mother talks to other people. Especially because, on Saturday, she managed to speak to everyone in the world and their parents. Unlike when she would attend parent-teacher conferences in Middle School, however, I was not afterwards informed that I would no longer be allowed to read during lunch (out of a concern for my social development).
Either my mother and, say, Hannah's parents didn't feel the need to place such a restriction, they didn't feel that they *could* place such a restriction, or perhaps I have no such restrictions because I no longer eat lunch. Now that I think about it, I ate about six or ten cherries from the refreshments table, and I'm not sure that I remembered to eat anything that evening.
Despite the sun, the weather was quite pleasant. After the recital, we went out and ate refreshments and everyone socialized. y_fish may win the "most devoted friend, ever" award for coming to a recital the day after she was smacked in the chest by a car. On the other hand, given her pain medication, she may have gotten to enjoy the music much more deeply than any of the rest of us were capable.
It was really nice to get to see people, however briefly. Hannah's family definitely adopted took me back with them, and I socialized "chilled" with Hannah for a while and helped her to put a very uncooperative chair-cover on a relatively compliant chair. I enjoy Hannah's family and house--the latter because it is so very tidy. This is the reason for which Hannah's mother is fond of me, I have come to understand. We then saw Shrek III, which was delightful.
You should all see it, but soul_bastion should, most of all. Mostly because of the high school scene. Seriously.
I felt bad, as Hannah was near to unconsciousness when her parents dropped me off at my house, afterwards. I don't *mind* not driving (well, I hate driving, really), but I always feel awkward when I'm getting rides from people, especially when it's out-of-the-way. Realistically, in that instance I probably wouldn't have had a car with me, anyway, but it was still a reminder that my self-imposed immobility puts an occasional burden on others.
Hannah's birthday was *totally* on Wednesday, and I drafted a livejournal "shout out" on the subject . . . in my head. But, erm, Happy Birthday, Hannah! You are now legal eighteen. This is awesome, but so are you. Muah~
Speaking of segues, which may or may not be spelled correctly, yesterday was definitely lifeprolific's birthday. To celebrate, I hired two twenty-something, attractive lesbians to . . . no, wait, actually they sort of hired us to help them to move. My little sister's in-class assistant and her "special friend" asked if I (and my mother included Greg in the request) might help them to move into their town-house. Greg, being awesome, agreed, even though it was on his birthday. In other news, Greg and I have now been offered beer by an elementary school employee. We respectfully declined, as we do not like beer, but I was amused. We moved small items, a king-sized bed that was too large for the staircase, and a treadmill that was made of pure obstinance.
But Happy Birthday, Greg. I would have given you your present yesterday, but then Kristi would have tried to kill me. This would have been awkward, I think.
We then saw Pirates of the Caribbean III, which was, in fact, awesome. Hannah and Matthew seem to disagree, but I love them anyway. It may be my favorite.
Lillen: "My favorite remains the second film."
But that's only because Orlando Bloom gets his shirt torn off and then he gets whipped.
Lillen: "Yes. It was hot."
Actually . . . yes. Very yes. Also, it is mandatory that Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightly breed unlimited children, as they are both unreasonably beautiful, and I want to encourage that sort of genetic make-up. Also, the character of Elizabeth is such an ENTJ. That made her, if possible, slightly hotter.
Met Greg's sister, who was pretty cool. We Myers-Briggs'd her. She is Kris/Admiral Zhao.
I miss school people terribly. I don't normally miss people very much. I've had dreams about most of you, actually. Jeff, I think about you in the shower. Actually, that's nothing different from when I was at school that probably has something to do with my "Shower Selection" playlist, which definitely includes "Love Today", "Grace Kelly", and "Lollipop".
I have timed this playlist so that it plays "Goodbye Horses" at the precise moment at which (during a normal, unrushed shower) I finish showering and begin to dry off. I have certainly not done this so that I may pose in an homage to the "Goodbye Horses" scene in The Silence of the Lambs. Certainly not. I also do not apply chapstick unnecessarily just so that I can look in the mirror and say "Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me sooo hard." No. Similarly, I do not use the towel to represent butterfly wings.
0_o
I am also compiling "Simon: The Soundtrack (Volume II)" and I intend to make it available soon. Very, very soon.
Next time: "Maternal Instincts: Activate!", "Starcraft II--I'll Be In My Bunk", and possibly other topics as well.
I would have listed Mika's "Grace Kelly" as my current music, but I read through other people's posts, and Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend" (the song, not the romantic partner) was mentioned several times. I will admit that hey, hey, you, you, I *do* like your "Girlfriend." Yes. I am listening to this song on repeat, now. According to iTunes, I have listened to "Girlfriend" only 119 times fewer than I have listened to "Grace Kelly." I have listened to neither as many times as I have listened to "Waiting for the Snow," but iTunes was not there to witness my "repeat 1" command as I wrote my 36-page reading journal for Mr. Dickerson. Ah, good times.
Muah~
Much Love~
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| Friday, April 13th, 2007
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7:32 am - Titan On The Tracks
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There are a lot of things that I could mention, here, and have been planning on mentioning. My birthday this past Monday, for instance. Megan's birthday eleven days before that, for which I owe her a very belated happy birthday and something spectacular, I suspect. Developments among friends and in classes.
A few hours ago, I found out that Michael Foreman died. If you went to Enloe or go there now, you might know him; unless my mind is inventing memories, he was one of the anchors on the Loe Down. He graduated in my class, and he towered over everyone--myself included. He hadn't turned twenty yet, and, from what I can gather, he was hit by a train--after he walked onto the tracks and watched the train approach.
Mike and I were in a few classes together, and we worked on projects together. As trite as it sounds, he *was* full of laughter, constantly smiling, and he was very driven and motivated. I remember a newspaper article about him, titled "Michael Foreman Gets Lucky," referring to the prizes that he had won--just by entering those cheap or free prize-drawings that most of us ignore every day.
I haven't seen him in almost two years; he went to Elon when I came to ASU. It's weird to think that he's dead. It's weirder, considering the way that he died. I read that he turned away from the train at the last moment, though he stayed on the tracks. Why did he do this? What happened, and how far back did the circumstances and events that lead to early evening on Wednesday.
A part of me that I resent is thinking about how this is great material for a short-story. It would be fine if I were just dealing with grief through writing, but this part of me just wants for me to take what I can from the situation and move on. Another part of me is thinking about how I need to tidy up, to make my bed, and to print out my essay that's due in three hours. It's thinking about how I need to wake up Chase in eight minutes, and about how I have a lot of things to post on livejournal.
Those are both very rational, practical avenues to follow. I was shocked; I read more; I grieved; I prayed. I joined a facebook group in his memory. It is true to my nature and very rational for me to be ready to go on with my day. I can't put my life on hold because a wonderful person whom I considered to be a friend--if a casual friend--a friend who I had not seen in some time--apparently ended his. But a part of me wants to experience grief--or wants to grieve--more deeply than seems natural to me. Part of me doesn't want to be so calm.
Maybe it's because I'm not sure that I would have cried over my Great-Aunt's death a few years ago if I hadn't been sure that my family wouldn't have understood. I knew that she was dying, and so did she, and I loved her a lot. But my dad and little sister, who were in the room when I was told the news, would not have understood it if I hadn't burst into tears. What if someone who was truly dear and close to me died suddenly? It could happen--any one of us could die in a car accident overnight. How long would it take me to learn that some of my best friends, at Enloe or at Chapel Hill, had died? I would feel the full force of grief like anyone else; I experience very strong emotions, normally. But would I be able to express it, and would there be something missing from my grieving if it were internal; would I not feel the same sort of closure that the people who wail and sob uncontrollably might, or would it be less real to me if I didn't lash out with irrational bursts of anger at people because of a friend's death?
This is a poorly articulated and terribly morbid line of thinking, and I should really stop. I'm unsure of how to deal with tragic news, and my emotions are running wild because it is so very unfamiliar and so very unsettling. It doesn't help that I spent the afternoon discussing "The Hours" and "Mrs. Dalloway," as books about people who dwell on death and attempt or commit suicide, written by and about (respectively) an author who committed suicide, cause people who identify with suicidal characters to contemplate mortality and suicide a great deal. (Er, don't worry about me committing suicide, please. That is grossly improbable)
The fact that the human mind is hard-wired to pick up common factors and coincidences doesn't help me, as the last thing that I did before stumbling across the news about Mike was rewatch the episode of Bones, "Titan on the Tracks." In the episode, a very tall and very successful man apparently commits suicide by parking his vehicle along railroad tracks. There is no relationship between my watching an episode and any events, of course, but it is unsettlingly eerie in a very irrational but regrettably unavoidable way.
Blessed Be, Michael Foreman.
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| Monday, March 26th, 2007
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9:42 am - "Beloved, Gaze Into Thine Own Heart"
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Happy Birthday, soul_bastion!!! I realize that you spent the first eight hours of your birthday working on a painful art assignment, and I know that you are finishing off a Japanese test as I type this, but I hope that the rest of your day is very enjoyable~ You are a lovely RA, a wonderful person, and a fantastic friend, and I am going to miss you when you are living in the apartments next year. Don't worry, though; I'd still be glad to do odd favors for you . . . like, our laundry . . . and, you know, stuff like that . . . 0_o
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Didn't sleep last night--I'm trying to get myself back on schedule (wake up before midnight, go to sleep in the afternoon). I watched the first DVD of X with Jeff and Chase (the DVDs are Jeff's), and it is really fantastic.
Jeff remarked to me that he was surprised that I was so interested in it so early on, as, for an urban fantasy end-of-the-world-related story, there has been relatively little action thus far. I pointed out that (in addition to my love of character-development and a solid establishment of setting), among my three favorite books series is The Wheel of Time. Slow beginnings to stories do not give me pause.
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On the subject of my favorite books, actual copies of thegraybook's City of Bones is available in some places already, and will be available in other places *tomorrow* and pretty much everywhere by my birthday (April 9th).
With this in mind, I have arranged to take over ASU's Honors Newsletter. I spoke to Beth about it, and she doesn't have time to do it (you may have noticed that it has not been released in a while). I had already written the Spore article and a book review or two for it, and I figured that it's the sort of thing that I would like to do anyway. So, I will be releasing an issue for March, and the main story will be my (somewhat abbreviated) review of City of Bones. For the less abbreviated version (the spoiler-free version that I posted to the Mortal_Instruments mailinglist after it met Cassandra Clare's approval), read ( my review, under the cut ). I added a bit of editing to put titles in italics and such, but please realize that the original version was formatted more appropriately. Jeff, I *would* ask you to not read my review until you finish, so that I could hear your thoughts on it, but we tend to have pretty similar thoughts opinions, so I don't suppose that it really matters.
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Finally, as I need to fold my laundry . . . and Jeff's. 'Cause, you know, it's his birthday, and that has nothing to do with my Silly Old Lady tendencies . . . and shower before I go to an exam, I will note that I put on a pair of shorts this morning that, for some reason, I had not worn in a while.
I sat down at my computer, and noticed a breeze from the fan that I put under my desk. 0_o
Apparently, there is a hole in my shorts that is more than wide enough to admit a finger. Its location is not convenient in the least.
0_o
That is all~
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| Sunday, March 25th, 2007
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6:38 pm - RA Job
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I'm going to do some things to relax for a little while, after which point I will elaborate and such, but I definitely went to the RA Orientation today.
And I'm definitely going to be in East Hall again next year (as an RA)! toriiiiiiiiiiii is totally going to be another of East's Resident Assistants, which will be oodles of fun. I am really, really happy about this. lifeprolific is invisible at the moment, otherwise I would have told him, since we *will* be roommates, and this is very relevant to his interests.
I'm so excited. I ate nothing but a few Oreos yesterday, and I ate a small amount of Mexican food at the "Fiesta"-themed Orientation meeting. I should, perhaps, eat something. After the sampling today, I am in the mood for more Mexican food. Boone Takeout seems like a good option.
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Oh, Gods. I have my window and door open to try and cool off the room (along with three fans on), and I'm catching whiffs of pot. Like, I completely respect people's rights to smoke whatever they wish, and I realize that paternalistic laws make it illegal to smoke pot--thus leaving the dormroom as the best option (since you are more likely to be caught outside), but dear Gods I do not like that smell. *sigh* I accept this minor annoyance as something to balance out the increadible happiness that is surging through my veins at the moment. Or whatever~
More Later~
PS: Well, Jason came into the room with spagetti, and so now the room smells like spagetti, so I am much happier.
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| Saturday, March 24th, 2007
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2:08 pm - "If It's Okay On Your Nose, Then It's Okay On Your Kitty-Cat"
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I'll open with a little warning: If you are naked, and sitting at your desk chair and about to make a livejournal post, and you decide to eat a couple of Oreos, you would do well to remember that you are, in fact, naked. There is nothing wrong with nudity, but crumbs will fall in the most awkward places.
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Happy Birthday, commie_squirrel! While you are neither a Communist nor a squirrel, you are one of my favorite people with whom to suggest minority religion ceremonies to follow Christian prayers are Raleigh Fine Arts ceremonies. Your suggestion would have certainly been less disruptive. You are lovely and brilliant and I would say that I want to bear your child . . . but that's a non-issue, at the moment, isn't it? *pats abdomen soothingly* INTJ-love forever, m'dear, no matter how old you become~
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Speaking of Natasha In my last post, I forgot to mention BGLAAD's Sex Toy Night, which was oodles of fun. soul_bastion talked me and Kris into coming accompanying him, and I am so glad that he did. These "sex toy parties" are totally like "Pampered Chef" parties, I've found. The woman (was "Tanya" her name?) was absolutely darling, and would say things like "If it's okay on your nose, then it's okay on your kitty-cat" (she was referring to the intensity of various vibrators, since lady-parts can be rather tender and soreness in that area would be aggressively uncomfortable). I will admit to having desired a few of the products--especially whatever product it was that kept making that one girl scream every few minutes throughout the night. She was wearing some sort of small vibrator inside of her clothing (I believe just in her *bra*), and someone *else* had the remote. Tanya suggested, with certain vibrators, that they be inserted prior to one attending class. 0_o I thought that people only did that in fanfics . . .
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Okay, so I *am* going to the Ostara gathering tonight, ( Read more... )
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I tried to join a group on facebook. Apparently, we are only allowed to be members of 200 groups at a time. 0_o This is getting out of hand. I have a problem, I think . . .
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| Friday, March 23rd, 2007
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10:09 pm - "I Don't Know What That Means."
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In the process of my rigorous and overcomplicated Epic Quest to rent Kundun from Blockbuster for my Religion in Film class (thank you, rebelliouspants), I bought for myself the DVDs of "Hocus Pocus" and "The Mists of Avalon." These are two of my favorite films, and I'm really delighted to own them. I need to add them to my alphabetized DVD-collection, though I am running out of room on the surface that I am employing at present. *sigh* My life is truly filled with the most insurmountable of difficulties. ;P
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I went shopping with soul_bastion) last night, and I bought an 80 GB External Hard-Drive. I didn't take it out and use it until today, but it's *really* useful. Thus far, I've just moved my music onto it (it's connected to my computer, so I can access the music as if it were on my internal hard-drive), but that freed up about 4GB . . . which I needed. I also bought Oreos and assorted candy "Fruit Slices," so the shopping trip was well-worth it, even though Jeff and I had to rush and complete the trip in less than fifteen minutes.
While we were in the store, we saw a guy walking along the same aisle, coming in our direction, hand-in-hand with a girl . . . and we both did our respective "oh, look at that attractive specimine" responses, involving things such as a sudden intake of breath, gulping, etc. Anyway, as he walked by us, he was saying to the girl something like ". . . because he supports gay rights, which I think is really cool" or something very similar. I did a sort of "internal swoon" thing. It was mostly internal, I'm sure.
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A litle while ago, I was reading something when this one set of lines made my breath catch and my stomach clench. It wasn't anything interesting or related to me, it was something that I already knew . . . but yeah. Obviously, I have emotional responses to things, just like everyone else does, but I hate it when some feeling has slipped in without my awareness (in this case, the use of a few words in a certain context). I mean, I suppose that I could avoid nasty little surprises from my limbic system (which regulates emotion, among other things) by spending a few hours each day meditating upon . . . myself, but I really don't have the time, and I feel that I shouldn't need it. Oh, well. The feeling will be gone soon enough, and it wasn't really worth mentioning, anyway.
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Thursday was a really, really, super-fantastic day for me. People all but dragged me into their group to work on an assignment (which I took to be a compliment to my grammatical skills, and not, as one might have interpreted, a sign of uncontrollable sexual desire for my body), and a few of my idle comments caused Dr. Miller to have to rewrite his worksheet to include more examples (not in a bad way--I just mentioned other possibilities without meaning to do so). That was cool. I also made Dr. Groover, my H. English Lit. professor, laugh for what was apparently about ten minutes. That was *before* I made an apt comparison between To The Lighthouse and the scene from Season 3 of Desperate Housewives in which Bree is panicking because, (off camera,) she had her first orgasm, and had thought that the "relief that it was over" in her past sexual encounters (as in, during her marriage of something like 20 years). Dr. Groover was amused by that, as well, I believe. ;D
I also asked Brett about his response to the Honors Nazi Holocaust class, and he had the same response that Jeff did, just about, so I decided that I *will* take it next fall. It isn't that Jeff's word wasn't enough . . . I just wanted Brett's thoughts on the matter, as expressed verbally, to me and to me alone a second opinion.I will try to avoid my . . . holocaust jokes . . . while I'm in the class.
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So, on my list of "things that I've done that I had never expected to do before I did them," I Naired Jeff's lower back . . . and then his posterior . . . last night. I mean, I like to do favors for people, and I *really* don't have any physical boundaries. It was fun, and I find it almost . . . soothing . . . to *melt* away hair and dispose of it. It's like ethnic cleansing, but without the international condemnation.
Oh . . . that's one of those jokes that I should probably avoid next semester.
Well, speaking of Jeff, apparently he wants me downstairs. According to Jason, he wants me to be, specifically, inside of his heart, which could cause some clogging, as I am not as slender as I would like to be.
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| Tuesday, March 20th, 2007
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7:22 am - "It's Springtime . . . For Pagans . . . And Calendars . . ."
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As some of you may have noticed, I did not, in fact, gate-crash Enloe as if I were Lanfear visiting the wedding of Lews Therin Telamon and Illeyna. I had reserved that day for Thursday/Friday, and my mother had me help her around the house on Thursday, while I woke up at 5:15am on Friday (which is absurd, for me) and spent the day with my grandfather--who can't be left alone, due to his health issues.
I do wish that I had gotten to visit/see people. And I'm totally bummed out that I won't get to see Sweeney Todd. *sigh*
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Happy Ostara, which is quite different from Easter . . . because of the spelling. And that, barely. I haven't yet decided whether or not I should attend the PSA Ostara ritual. I mean, it's going to be on Saturday, and *today* is the Vernal Equinox, but that isn't a big deal. Mostly, I love Pagan *gatherings,* but I'm really self-conscious about certain things, and I tend to want privacy when it comes to religious practice (though it's really a social gathering). I also don't like the idea of gathering in a Unitarian Universalist Church, but I'm probably going to go anyway. I don't have anything against UU, exactly, and providing a building for many religions is nice and everything, but I prefer self-reliance, though the PSA could only realistically afford to buy a PlaysKool Playhouse--not a building. Sorry, but I'm kind of Magneto-ish, at times. Maybe we could make an "Asteroid P"?)
But yeah, I'm probably going to go anyway. Especially because Pat, bless his heart, keeps nudging me to go--and so does James. *sigh* Sometimes it's hard, being so popular and in-demand . . .
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I did not wish sekuria a happy birthday Friday before last because I am lame and forgetful out of spite. No, wait, I <3 Sekuria. Happy Birthday! I did, instead, wish a happy birthday to someone who, after careful reflection, I realized knows no one on my friendslist. So, it's useful that I posted that on livejournal, neh? At least commie_squirrel, soul_bastion, and penguinlover25 all have livejournals, which is convenient for their nearly-consecutive birthdays beginning next week.
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I did end up being interviewed ("Lifestyles" did a segment on a Pagan student) by the school newspaper, if I didn't mention that already, and they ran the article. It was pretty cool, though there were two factual errors in the article (related to me, not to Paganism). I might post the text of the article here, at some point. It was neat, though; the article was on the front page, if at the bottom--the main story on the page was "RAPE!" with the letters very large and bold, which seemed appropriate for an article that mentions me.
My interviewer was a lovely girl and a good writer. She (or her editor) remembered to capitolize "Pagan" (which not all Pagans do, just like not all Christians capitolize "Christian," but I can't help being anal about things like that). The article itself was titled: "Appalachian Pagan student clears misconceptions about religious experiences", and though I was amused with the things that she did and did not mention in the article (she had to focus on a few points, obviously), I really enjoyed it.
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I got the RA job, but I won't know my assignment (where they are going to place me) until Sunday. At toriiiiiiiiiiii's suggestion, I spoke to Dan (the RD who will be doing the hirings) the week before Spring Break. He said that there will be three openings for male RAs and two openings for female RAs in East next year (the thee male positions are Jeff's room, Noah's room, and Brennan's room), and eight current residents of East Hall who will be new RAs next year. So, if three of them have accidents . . .
Dan sent out an email to prospective honors RAs, asking if we wanted to work in East and asking for what made us believe that we were well-suited to work with Honors students. I've spoken to Dan on several occasions (and he knows me by name and stuff), I know and get along with Dr. Sanders (the Honors Coordinator), and I've lived in East for two years running, so my chances seem pretty good. I really want *Jeff's* room, and I'm not sure of how to ask for it. I mean, Brennan's doesn't have a bathroom--it just has a water-heater for the *other* RA bathrooms. Noah's room is just like Jeff's, but its location is more awkward and its window is basically at ground-level. *sigh* I'll know on Sunday, I suppose.
Seeing as how we aren't in direct competition, best of luck to toriiiiiiiiiiii, who also wants to be an RA in East. As well as having an enviable wardrobe and fantastic fashion-sense, she is a darling person and it was she who suggested that I speak to Dan--something that I am normally too anxious about doing. Being an RA with Tori would be oodles of fun~
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Cassandra Clare emailed me, individually, which is pretty neat (since, in the past, she was replying to my emails, where this was unprompted). She wants me to post a review of City of Bones on Amazon, and so I am going to do that in the next day or so. Seriously, it's a *fantastic* book. Read it--if for nothing else, as a birthday present to me, since it comes out the day after my birthday.
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I now should go and . . . do homework, I suppose.
PS: Later, there will be mentionings of:
A) The Molestation Movie, which was very intense (obviously) and quite good.
B) The plans that Greg and I have for our room next year.
C) My most recent entertainment-related obsession, and why it is entirely Jeff's fault--a fact for which I thank him.
current mood: contemplative
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