Cimorene

mmm... CHOCOLATE! whee.

just realized that when i gave story to professor forgot to mention it was slash. she's lesbian, so it won't give her a heart attack, certainly, but there's no guarantee she's even heard of slash... ahem.

haha.

write? o_O?

did i mention the chocolate?

greek prof: so, cim, you're getting caught up from being sick?
me: well, i'm behind in my homework, but i did manage to study.
her: *beaming* good, good. well, you've got spring break.
me: *joking* yeah, i can spend all of my week off poring over greek books.
her: *not joking* that's what i did my freshman year.
me: *fleeing in horror* eep!

--she's SERIOUS. what. the. FUCK.

oh well.

<--not going to crack the greek book over break

i still do have to study tomorrow. maybe i should go to bed. uhhhhhhh.

the rc from the second floor is tall and thin and black and ohsocute. big eyes too, though of course they're brown... can occasionally be seen half-naked on the balcony, which is very nice indeed. being in new england now makes me miss black people, though i see them when i go home. you know, charlotte/atlanta airport, and suddenly there's warm air, sweet iced tea, black people working in the airports... anyway. yeah. but he's quite scrumptious and has no trace of the icky southern accent. have had no occasion to test this, but suspect it tastes as awful as it sounds.

rm#1's grandmother has a brooklyn accent that makes me giggle, and rm#2's boyfriend is a creepy little freak.

want cocoa.

why do people write bad fiction? what's that rhyme...hit your child when he coughs and kick him when he sneezes; he only does it to annoy and not because he pleases. grrr.

oooooh, the rebellion. am in japanese class. have successfully bruised [did i say bruised? no, blistered! blistered.] both ankles with the evil vintage boots. also: wood soles on boots? bad idea.

also, another edit, post-greek class: i'm so fucked. i might as well stop going to greek entirely. it's not like i don't pay attention! and it's not like i don't understand things. the problem is memorizing. i fucking suck at memorizing lists of things and i don't have the time or patience to sit down and recite greek verbs and nouns and adjectives, AND i've been feeling like shit, and i'm STILL behind in japanese from being sick last semester, and. guh. life fucking SUCKS. i have another greek quiz wednesday, and i have to take friday's tomorrow, because i don't have time to study AND take it before the japanese quiz i have to take at 1. --i'm clearly going to get no more writing done until spring break.

was going to write feedback as had nothing better to do but have remembered an unpleasant task to get out of the way: het fiction. everyone cringe now. *everyone cringes* so, uhm, getting that out of the way, and imagine it will use up all my energy, and i will go to bed early and maybe get 11 hours of sleep like God intended instead of, you know, six.

washed my hair three times in a row today; disturbing when handfuls of it come out. running out of shampoo. if i wait till i'm home, mom+dad will replace it. panteeeeeene. uhm. so yes: good hair: dried in much smaller ringlets than it usually does and they're all wild and floaty and kinky. hee. <--irrationally pleased

...

[and did i mention pissed-ness? someone pet me. rm#2. since WHEN does dancing qualify as doing "something weird"? w.tf. H? (rm#2 to bf, unlocking door: she does something weird on saturdays. --oh. i guess she's not.) ok, and if she never sleeps here. why not keep the toiletries and clothes in bf's room? then she wouldn't have to come back here to shower.]

byron/shelley was at the top of the to-do list. unfortunately, that would require research. also, the fog outside is dissipating. so the other options are: dom/billy or viggorli, she-ra. technically others, but they're too far down the list.

thoughts, anyone, on byron/shelley without research? i could make it short. was thinking long, but if i did one of those inverted story structures and finally went back to 3rd p. past tense, the Tense of My Childhood, which i'm starting to miss with the kind of fierce longing that you can't express in japanese without saying "i'm lonely."

*blink blink* whew, that was random.

anyway, so i could do an end-middle-beginning structure again, or a broken randomness thing (because of the drugs) or a random shuffling up of the scenes in chronological order. roger zelazny, the second-best writer in the universe, did this to some effect in lord of light (oooooh the unspeakable impressiveness of that book) and "twenty-four views of mt fuji by hokusai," but i am aware the tense-shifts throw some of my readers. *pets readers* look, stuff in past tense happened in the past, alright?

the ground outside my dorm is covered with communist slogans in colored chalk. haha! made my day, totally.

i have been WALKING, for three shifts, now, on a priceless piece of artwork that is not supposed to be touched. why, you may ask? because the stupid MORONS put this piece of artwork (which is a rug) on the floor. in the middle of the gallery. between the door and the exhibit. with NO SIGN that you shouldn't walk on it. and didn't tell the museum guards, with the exception of my boss, any of this.

also there's a sarape on the wall, wool, embroidered, with birds, that says an ornate "JC" on it. always makes me crack up. --however, i don't think it's pretty enough for him.

it's either too hot or too cold there. NEVER just right.

things that are funny only after you've already been there too long: one of the galleries is an uneven number of tiles wide. ...no? well. guess you had to be there.

saw blond boy in cafeteria who looked only a tiny bit like lance, but made up for this with the addition of both glasses AND stubble.

was taking nap, and emerged from bedroom to living room to find lisa and her bf in bed on cate's futon there, most likely naked under a blanket. i DID knock.

she KNEW i was there.

HELLO?

also, my back hurts. a lot. don't want to go to class.

rms #1 and #2 (is this like thing one and thing two?) thought that the "dessert bar" listed for dinner on the menu was a joke. but NO! ooooooooh. there were. raspberry squares. coconut chocolate caramel squares. pineapple upside down cake. german chocolate cake. black forest cheesecake. cheesecake with cherries, cheesecake with peaches on top. little cookies. oh. ooooooh.

<--experiencing paroxysms of ecstasy in memory

<--greatly desires her mom's tabbouleh. tabbouleh, i swear, is the food of the gods. in the next non-star trek story i write, which MIGHT occur in the next two weeks (knock on desk), the main characters are going to make tabbouleh together, and debate the concentrations of olive oil and lemon juice, and chop onions and argue about the word "julienne" and just generally be sweetie-heads. the only question is: orli/viggo or dom/billy?

decisions, decisions.

in other news, ran into frog boy in the cafeteria with... *drumroll* who? no, guess! yes! that's it!

smudged eyeliner + tangled pony tail girl! you win the year's supply of dental floss AND the crocheted bathtub. [edit: and guess what he said to her? no, you won't, so i'll tell you: "i don't even care who gets to be on top tonight." whew. it was funny. you would have to see the utter geekiness of frog boy to understand, perhaps.]

i was highly amused.

[edit: also saw a joey-lookalike in the caf., and i didn't even know it was joeymonth as of tomorrow. was not, however, particularly excited. eh. where are the chis-lookalikes???]

i have not done my homework.

blargh.