Lunch with Caitlin (of CC) for Monday

We poor souls who have long toiled
This waning weekend
And even now still into the ever-aging night
For Contemporary Civilizations (and other obligations)
Will soon bow are heads together
Over our text(books)
As we anxiously prepare for our physics examination
Past homeworks, notes,
Basic equations

Not tasting our dining hall food.

This Monday (today) I will turn in my short essay on Rachel Carson written in simplified Chinese and edited by my lovely roommate, take my first Physics midterm and hopefully not botch that so badly as the Bio one especially if the practice exam was anything to go by (it's a TRAP), and turn in my at-present nine page CC paper about the issues of lies as a foundation of the kallipolis of Plato's Republic that I started last night and finished an hour ago.

I haven't been outside of my dorm since Thursday evening.

I've made more headway in House of Harkonnen than I can justify to myself.

I've eaten all of the instant!food I keep around my half of the room except my tasty vitamins because I'm not starving or anything (there are cup noodles for that) but I'm nervous and I eat when I'm nervous. I'm not especially stressed, although my paper could use editing - some time between the midterm and the class, I think.

On Thursday, I made that avocado-tofu dish I do with some really RANDOM ingredient substitutes and everyone liked it so that was a relief (and gratifying).

On Wednesday, I was a grumpy-pants. (But I'm not sorry - I'm just aware. My points were valid even if my attitude could have been... less grumpy. So bite me.)

On Tuesday, well, you know.

My Skype is hating on Lina's, and I have Caitlin-from-school up in the other window, still finishing up her essay which she started today at 7pm waaaaat?, and I think studying would probably just fail right around now so... crawling off to bed.

Earlier than when I went to sleep yesterday, or the day before, or the day before that. Pffft loopy?

If thou could'st empty all thyself of self,

Like to a shell dishabited,

Then might He find thee on the ocean shelf,

And say, "This is not dead",
And fill thee with Himself instead.

But thou art all replete with very thou

And hast such shrewd activity,

That when He comes He says, "This is enow

Unto itself - 'twere better let it be,
It is so small and full, there is no room for me."

- Sir Thomas Browne

Does anyone have any use for a giant roll of CAUTION tape?

It's a little less than a foot in diameter, maybe, and a translucent plastic yellow. Found it while mucking around the lab doing inventory related things and they're just going to throw it out otherwise. It is GIANT (and heavy), so mom might be mad if I keep it in my room and I'm not sure how I'd mail it, but... It would be sad to see it wasted.

Or I might just deck out my dorm with it next year. They would go with my TOOTHBRUSH sign (thank you Ela). My roommate might mind. :|a

* Out of the country for the next five days. Back extremely late Monday night. This is the important bullet.
- The entire family is going for one of the first times ever. For once, there's no one left at home base to run transport. Little dog will be lonely.
- Tam, Lina, pictures!
- No internet? Also, likely, no phone.

* Ying is going to kill me. Coordination is difficult.
- Still yet to see TF II.

* I have been reading Fables. (library)
* I have also been reading Young Justice. (internet - Blue linked me once)
* I will eventually buy Huntress: YO. Probably once school starts again. Ela?

* Hospital thing finally went through. Visited the dietary office again and saw pretty much everyone, including first boss-man. I need to email K at some point. Or facebook.
- He says he's going into criminal justice.
- His brother is a Batman fan.
- I am awful with names; no wonder I used to nickname everyone. ... I still nickname a lot.
- Passed Tina on the way.

* Lerner, Journalism, Low, Admissions, PRESIDENT (actually his secretary - Paul), Secretary. This is the path I took today in order to attain one sodding stamp. Miffed. Just a tad. At the train people, not the school people
- I haven't dreamed about trains since I started riding them regular-like.

* Josh and Aaron violin dueted in the giant lecture hall today. Bach. After the duet, they showed each other tricks; a group of passerbys dubbed it a "violin off".

* Did I EVER make a Dre entry? I met Dre! We had fun! We walked a lot and texted Sai! This was last last Monday.

* Giant thunder and lightning storm outside.
* I've been having a lot of bug conversations lately.

AND NOW I am back. More on this when I'm... you might never have more on this, actually. Huh.

(http://xkcd.com/616/)

Hey Flist,

Just so we're clear and all, I'm on hiatus and have been. On this journal. Nothing's changed from recent, just making it official. Um, since I'm still online but not really about, just email me if you want to reach me? Unless you usually do something else in which case... do that. Or keep doing that. Or whatever you like.

Seriously, nothing's changed; I just feel like declaring would be less rude. Also, nothing is wrong, so don't worry.

Oh wow, and happy birthday, Lina! ♥

... Well, that's just about all I can brain at the moment. See y'all later~

So Flist,

I'm looking for an example to use on my paper about anon memes (kind of. ish. It's also about morality again, woo-hoo.) It needs to have the positive elements of honest con-crit, and also the negative elements of, you know, wankery (or the potential for it?). It's the latter I'm focusing on but elements of the former are what I'm missing. Something anon-ish specifically because it would allow for wider range of honest crit.

My current problem is the only ones that come to mind all seem to be RP-related. Attempting to explain RP would be an unnecessary extra complication, so I was hoping one of you might know of somewhere else online where stuff is offered to anons for crit just in general. I might resort to something like fictionpress (because explaining fandom is another thing that could get sticky quickly), but maybe there is something better?

I'm aware that just by being of the internet, anonymous is kind of meshed into the equation already, but if its more explicitly stated, so much the better.

Er. I think that's it. I have an actual life update thing for whenever I. actually. get this done.

I don't remember memes taking my Flist by storm like this in a very long time. I mean, they go around, but I don't remember seeing them crop up all at once like this.

Tagged by boojums_snark for Lobsang:

( Wow, okay so that was longer than-- )


Tagged by hyperbolisation for Kara:

( --I expected. Here, have cuts. )

Internet completely down for the first time ever. Seems to be a building-wide thing, except for in the computer lab. I could stay and use this terminal and its lack of AIM and lack of being anywhere near my bed, but I think I'm going to take this all as a sign that the universe wants me to sleep (really) early. This and also the whole room wobbling around thing. Hopefully whenever I get up, the problem will be fixed? Because I have life events to regale something something.

Anyway, I would just crazytalk at y'all in this state, much as I. Yeah, can't be helped. I expect to be updated on the night's shenanigans whenever this is resolved, so be doing fun and wacky things, y'all! <3

Meme from Sai and Dre and... I think Sophie? And.... I am not keeping track, hey? Some of these apply to more than one person. Hopefully I'm pretty predictable in regards to things I would want to inform others of, or I haven't been doing my duty.

... Also, I can't shut up.

Things I Wish I Could Say to Different People Right Now:

1. You're still the person I trust the most in the world, and our friendship is still something I consider ideal. Perfect acceptance. One day we'll be in the same fandoms again, and we'll pick everything right up again. In the meantime, our occasional random throwing of hearts at each other is all I need.

2. I want to know you better, but I know you enough now to make a judgment. I have a right to make that judgment and you have earned it, honest. You're sweet and interesting. I like you. You should just accept that I like you for now instead of worrying about our degree of association. I can just change my mind later, if you disappoint me, okay? But I don't think you will.

3. Please, I do mean what I say when I fangirl all over you. The cognitive dissonance when I lie about stuff like that is usually too much trouble to bother with. It probably all sounds ridiculous by now. I bet it's repetitive. But I want to say it every time I think it; I want to let you know while I can, because I can.

4. You give great advice and lots of insights to things I would otherwise miss. You put up with me so graciously, it's like you're made of patience except you have to also be made of crack. I'm always a little surprised to remember that there exist people as supportive as you. You inspire me to be better for other people.

5. I've owed you candy for nearly two years now. I haven't forgotten, even if we haven't spoken for a while. I remember you every time I see that kind, and feel a little guilty inside.

6. Our friendship ended with such dignity. Or maybe I mean "paused". One can just as easily be the other, and maybe that's what I'm talking about. I still read your entries sometimes, and it makes me happy to see you doing well.

7. You are off-limits for a lot of things. This is a shame, because you are one of maybe two people I could see myself able to stand living with for any significant length of time and vice versa. After all, we've done it before. (And yeah, tried to kill each other daily, but we could be so good now.) At least our love for each other has got to be something like compulsory, by now. .... Actually, that's probably not good either.

8. I'm so sorry. You deserve so much more of me than I've been able to give, or maybe you deserve someone else who can actually give you those things. I will try to make more of an effort. I don't know why it is such an effort, besides the overhanging guilt (which is majorly counterproductive), but I can find out and deal with it. You're such a good person. Too good a person.

9. Every time you reassure me, I feel that much more comfortable. Every time we just talk probably helps too. The intimidated feeling is almost unavoidable since I've got this particular breed of awe for you. Um, so just be patient with me. I'll get over it.

10. You're the most natural teacher I know. It is really impressive. I love hearing you explaining things, no matter what they are, because you can make them so interesting and easy to grasp. All subjects of all complexities. You've patience and thoughtfulness and insane amounts of clarity of thought and expression. I wish I had some of that understanding, so that maybe I could be of more use to you. I wish I could give you the contentment you deserve.

1) Housing. I. Probably will have it?

2) Dreamed about befriending a sociopathic dude who was magicked into being this zombie-thing, and we climbed a bookloft and he tried to eat my arm or something so. So clearly I had enough sleep. ...Woke up brainless.

3) Stretched too thin. This is ridiculous. I like it.

4) I have cake. I had social interaction in RL. I have to learn how to be in three places at once so that I can live with everybody next year. Charges on mass murder, what.

5) Homework. I . maybe I should. go do that.

6) VISIBLE POST

I'm going to bed.

NOW.

I feel so accomplished.

(This doesn't actually mean I've accomplished anything. But it's the thought that counts.)

This entry is mostly pointless.

GOODNIGHT INTERNET!

Homework assignment.

I am writing about trying to make Bruce and Barbara reach an understanding and I can't do it because I don't understand Robbins. All I know is that I'm with Barbara on this one, Bruce. No maid. (It sounds less hilarious if you know that it's Bruce Robbins and Barbara Ehrenreich, but only a little bit.) These names.

...I wonder how badly Mr. Gordon will take it if I just turn in fanfiction tomorrow instead? It hardly matters; I can't write dialogue for peanuts.

No one in my class got the hilarity of one of the characters in our reading being named Terri and married to a Dr. Mel McGinnis. Dre is right; there is a conspiracy.

I love this class.




EDIT: I cheated and wrote lots and lots of introspection instead of really going at that first person. I always do this. This is why I can't quicklog. There was some "unreliable narrator" thrown in there for flavor. Yeah, academic papers need flavor. The sort of flavor where the writer is clearly a shallow and dense person, but at least now my professor knows who he's working with here.

Meme from dreadable and hyperbolisation and possible others but that's too far back for me to check. /:

When you see this, post your favorite poem in your journal.

( ''The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel'' )

I have no clue what you're doing, LJ, but I admit I am intrigued. Please, continue.

(Dear Flist, if I've been ignoring you for the past... I don't even know. Well. That's just because I suck. A lot. No end in sight, people, so please, no attempts at suffocation on my account.)