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| Monday, February 9th, 2009 | |
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| 11:38 am | I don't even like Regina Spektor but the message is what's important Read, sign, pass it on. Do it now.http://www.couragecampaign.org/page/s/divorceCurrent Mood:  busy(8 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Wednesday, December 24th, 2008 | |
| 5:52 pm | Normally I'd find an amusing holiday photo, but really, I'm too damn hungry Happy Hannukah, happy Yule, merry Christmas, etc. A brief update with a meme is contained below. I'm going to try to squeeze in a full entry before I leave, but no promises. In the meantime, meme-time. Yes, I'm very clever.( Stoleded from Wing (who should come by and see me)Collapse ) Current Mood:  calm(5 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Monday, May 19th, 2008 | |
| 3:03 am | Two articles, a paper and an exam away from getting the hell outta here I dare you to top this. Dazzle me. Current Mood:  exhausted(8 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Sunday, May 4th, 2008 | |
| 2:39 am | Also, Nellie and I had a spontaneous and impossibly epic dance party earlier Last week I got into a lyric battle with Liz via text while I was waiting for my African film class to start. Then we watched a movie about the Rwandan genocides. Hurray!Me: You hate cuz I'm a rockstar, rockstar! A pretty little problem, uh-huh!Liz: Ramalama bang bang, flashbang, big bangMe: It's the final countdoooown!Liz: Be up and doing, future is mine!Me: It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fightLiz: Blinded by the light! Revved up like a deuce, another roller in the night!Me: Cuz I'm free! Freeballin!Liz: Hahaha okay you win this one.Goddamn right I do. You'll never hear 'Freefallin' the same way again.* * *Me: Camelid? What's a camelid?Nellie: It's like a katydidMe: I think you're lyingNellie: I think I am too"Aww fuck, I have to speculate!" ~Nellie"I can find dudes really nice in the face, and maybe the upper body, but I don't want to have sex with them! Everything below the waist is Do Not Want" ~Liz"With a name like Sanchez, you can only be so... not-Hispanic" ~NellieAlyssa: They have tater tots!Me: I'm not a fan, myself. I like the idea of tater tots, but in practice not so much."When I was in school we used to play -- and this is going to sound dirtier than it is -- 'Let's See What We Can Fit In Nellie's Mouth'" ~Nellie* * *'Iron Man' tomorrow, with Nellie and Liane and maybe Max? Even though Tony Stark is (say it with me now) a cunt? I do love movie popcorn and not doing homework. Current Mood:  tired(4 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Saturday, May 3rd, 2008 | |
| 6:18 pm | When you're easily amused, the world seems so much more interesting Audrey: Shini, you should keep a list of all the really simple things that excite you.Me: That would be a--Audrey, Liane and me (in unison): REALLY LONG LIST.So... Here are a few, I suppose. For your amusement, as well as mine.- Striped clothing- Chocolate-covered strawberries- Smoothies- Taco Night at Franklin DC- Plushies- Spontaneous dance parties- Humourous text messages- New pants- Strange and glorious animals- Wire fu movies- Mismatched earrings- Friendship bracelets- Noodle soup from the Hatch- Plastic miniature figures- Gypsy-punk music- Dole mixed fruit juices- Bindi- Sun chips- Wearing faerie wings- Cream soda- Speaking in hyperbole- Top hats- Old women with dyed hair- Devilled eggs- Last-minute plans- Blooming sakura trees- Fresh gel pens- Bubblegum ice cream- Shopping at craft stores- Costuming- Wild bunnies- Gendering inanimate objects- Bright sunsetsTo be continued.* * *I've noticed a trend in this journal. Several of my recent entries have been friends-only and I'm considering making the rest of the journal that way. Thoughts are mixed. I hate having my myspace profile private, but that was a legitimate security measure to prevent, y'know, The Crazies. As far as this journal goes, I wouldn't argue I'm an exhibitionist but I'm not terribly private either. I don't like keeping secrets. Aside from occasionally being vague the only thing I take care to really conceal is stuff on the sex filter, but that's for a specific purpose (the carnal/philosophical) and some people just don't wanna read that shit. Then again, I don't think anyone really reads this who isn't on my friends list already. The point may indeed be moot.So, right. Opinions? Friends-only, y/n? Current Mood: amused(2 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Tuesday, March 25th, 2008 | |
| 8:11 pm | I'm sorry guys, I've... I've just got to put something on the table. ::flop:: Is "Do you want a cup of coffee" true in real life the way it's true in movies? Or at least, according to Eddie Izzard?I'm overthinking this. I'm panicking.* * *"Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine."It's really hard pretending someone doesn't exist when out of all the twenty thousand students on campus, you keep running into that one person. Especially when they're always with someone you do want to see, so you can't stop and talk to said person like you would normally.I'm paranoid about eating at my own goddamn dining hall. Fuck.* * *Tara's birthday party was fabulous. A bunch of intelligent people, sitting around, talking. No booze, no stupidity. Just conversation and good food. That's my kind of party.I want to know Brit-Max a lot better, I am intrigued by him, he is fascinating. I might be a bit stalker-chan.I also discovered I can platonically cuddle with Katherine, which is a fabulous breakthrough in my life. I love cuddles but for some reason have trouble with just cuddling. It feels weird to me, I don't know why. Katherine is safe and it makes me happy.* * *Anime Boston was alright. Paid lots for parking, wandered around doing nothing in particular.Saw my Kelsey-love but not for long enough, and was not warned that she had Ryan with her. Awkward. I feel bad.Spent most of my time with Liz and Nick and Sey. Hung out a bit with Mika as well. Saw Kayla a few times. Bought an adorable 'Avatar' print from Artists' Alley, got called "the most adorable Kiki ever", got a few photos taken. Comfort-hugged Liz as Val wandered by.lol ExesCon2008.Kiki-slippers fucked up my calves and I'm still feeling it. Lame.* * *Photo shoot with Raj was a great success. He's a snazzy guy. Also, Nikki stopped by! I haven't seen her in a really long time. Miss her tons.Will post photos soon.* * *Today instead of doing all sorts of homework, I made black and white hairfalls.Haven tonight, then RP. Gotta get plot-things moving. Current Mood: listless(14 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Friday, March 21st, 2008 | |
| 2:36 am | I've decided I need more good accordion-backed music in my life First, as an important note, I WILL BE AT ANIME BOSTON FOR SUNDAY ONLY. As Kiki. Come find me, I wuv you.I need to make a new goddamn broom-prop. Crap. Where did my old one go?!* * *Oh hi spring break!Last Thursday Danny came up to visit school. I had a paper to write so we didn't get to hang out nearly as much as I'd hoped, but Liz and Max came over and we did dinner and there was Brawl to be had. I played with Teaspoon a lot too. That night Nellie and I discovered Josh's roommate Damien got taken away in an ambulance and was on a respirator for awhile. He's ok now though, thankfully.Friday night Danny brought me home, had Shabbas dinner, then Lisa and I saw 'Juno'. Fabulous. I kinda really wanna see it again right now. Anyone free for a late-night showing before the week ends?Asharah's Saturday workshop was cancelled because she injured herself. Conveniently, Jaimi called and invited me to the weapon-making day at Marc and Sandie's house in New Hampshire. So we drove up there in Jaimi's rented Mustang and felt pretty awesome. Chatted a lot about the game and also about life and love and religion and tattoos and basically Jaimi is amazing. We made weapons like whoa and I got to take extra bits home to make my shortswords. Sexy.Sunday through Tuesday I made an outrageous hood for Irina, played with costuming in general (especially cold-weather), made packets and hit up Savers with the Kelsey. Saw a play at Trinity with my family, 'Some Things Are Private'. Very cool.Wednesday I went to Worcester to retrieve Nellie and Max, then we travelled all over southern New England looking for pipe foam and fucking gaff tape. Foam-hunting failed. Ended up borrowing a roll of tape from the Barn's lighting booth, so I got to show them the theatre in which I grew up. Dinner at the hookah bar in Providence with Kelsey and Eric Luff, then we tried Bickford's but it was closed, so we watched horrible internet things at Eric's for awhile.Thursday we woke up, lounged, went to the costume store in Warwick but it was closed, so went to Worcester and saw 'The Bank Job'. I do love me some Jason Statham. Much more exciting and complicated than expected. Also boobs. Gave Nellie to Nick and Charlie, took Max home and stayed for pizza with his parents. Back at home, watched the movie version of 'Rosencrantz And Guildenstern Are Dead' with my parents. Gary Oldman and Tim Roth? Awesome.Tomorrow, maybe Deanna. Maybe a second try at RI Costume. Photo shoot with Raj Rain in Lowell. Saturday... Theoretically, Neylan's class then Tara's birthday. I don't know where she lives and I should fix that. Sunday, AB during the day and Raks Gothique night at Sanctuary at night. Maybe with Deanna if I can convince her. I rather dislike the Provvy goth scene but I love Aepril Schaile so she wins. Should also call Big Steve at some point. Monday, back to school.* * *Next weekend is exciting. Friday, Nellie and I throw the 'Moulin Rouge' party (Carol and Max you jackasses need to reply to that shit! positively!). Saturday, Shimmies For The Cure in Somerville (need to register and make a fringe belt). Sunday evening, Guild Coffeehouse (need to practice). Everyone come see me.* * *Five people in one car singing the instrumental part of "Eye of the Tiger" at top volume and with no matching tone is... the ultimate in joy. What made it even better was every person in that car I consider a bestest friend. I love you guys, I really do. Current Mood: tired(With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Monday, March 10th, 2008 | |
| 2:57 am | I call upon high sorcery to formally racechange you Dickbutt. Go see Plot I don't remember the last time I posted a quote list. These are all things Nellie and I have said in the past month and a half that we've lived together. This is why we're awesome.(in reference to some commercial)Samara: Do you think a prune is a prune?Nellie: ...Yeeeeeess."I don't want cheese... Don't want Easy Mac, which is also cheese... Don't want-- Jesus, I have a lot of cheese!" ~Samara(in reference to the fucking loud dryer)Samara: Good god, what are they drying in there, a dead body?!Nellie: I was thinking the same thing, except I was gunna say baby."Sleepy Lemur! That has the potential to be cute... Or boring..." ~Nellie"It'll be the second annual year, as years tend to be..." ~NellieSamara: I'm weirded out by the fact that pork is a sweet meat.Nellie: Like brains! Oh wait...that's sweet breads, nevermind."Magic naked!" ~Nellie(tag-teaming someone making fun of Lennen's necklace)Samara: My mother made that necklace.Nellie: She's dead.Nellie: I enjoy a comedian who can use his body for his art.Samara: ::stares::Nellie: ...To be funny...(online)Kirei: a Snickers! sound the feasting horn!Truth: *mighty toot*Truth: (not a fart)Kirei: ::drops Snickers::Kirei: the feast... it's ruined.Truth: *weakly toot*Samara: Let's get dressed and go for food.Nellie: I have food... I mean, I have dressed...Samara: Why do you go to 4chan?! Why?!Nellie: Because what's not horrifying is hilarious!Samara: 4chan is like rape!Nellie: ...For the lulz?"We are Iron Chef!" ~Samara"I hope you know that if they play Humans vs. Zombies again this semester, and I get turned... I'm probably gonna hover over your bed when you're asleep." ~NellieMore to come. To be sure. Current Mood: thankful(2 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Wednesday, March 5th, 2008 | |
| 12:47 pm | The days have been oddly warm and wet, just enough to melt the snowmen If ice cream is a girl's real boyfriend, chocolate-covered strawberries are a girl's real girlfriend. They're much sexier than ice cream anyway.Thank you Adam Viking you made my night!!* * *Inspired by Improv Everywhere:Awesome. Awesome.* * *In the past few weeks I have hung out with Liz and Audrey a whole lot. I'm really, really pleased with this. I feel much happier than previous semesters and consequently much more social. I attribute this, as I've stated, in large part to rooming with Nellie. Since we get along with the same people they can come over and hang out and it's not one roommate trying to ignore the actions of the other. All of us hang out.It's also nice to get back into the habit of having really close girl friends again. I feel like I've been lacking since I started college, since all my high school girlyfriends either became far by distance or far my emotional separation. I'm glad that's started to turn around.Also, Nellie and Liz and I had dinner with Lacina, our fourth for North next year. I think the four of us are going to be fabulous flatmates. Seriously.If my love life stopped sucking, things would be pretty much perfect. Not saying it cuz I'm bitter... Just saying it cuz it's true.* * *Nerdthings and artthings:- I finished Nadarin's fucking character history. All six pages of it. I feel so damn good right now. Not only that, I also finished the ranger group description, which essentially turned into a treatise on ranger dogma. Also character blurbs. Goddamn I am amazing.- Nadarin's costume is so very close to done, but I keep finding other little things to make. The only thing left to acquire is a pair of nice small bracers, but if my brig gives me full armour I might forgo the bracers and just use cloth arm wraps. Haven't decided. Also I might need a separate spell packet pouch. All my spell packets are green. A colour-coordinate. Fner.- Last weekend I made a pretty white panel belt for dance, though looking at it now it seems a little thin. Which is unfortunate, because the one I need to finish this weekend has exactly the same dimensions. Oops. Also I need measurements to make someone a hood.- Just realized two things: One, in taking Blacksmithing Irina can not only fix her own armour, but make her own arrows. Sexy. Two, backstabs aren't handed. So fuck profs, Nada will just have to always hit shit from behind.- I want foofy huge bellydance skirts. Partly for dance... Mostly for Irina. I am forever in awe of my seesters down south. They perdy.- Melodias: I needs them. No question. Damn money.- I want to statue really, really badly. I've been reworking Melusine (my sea spirit) to expand the makeup; I didn't really like whiteface on her, but I liked the extra stuff. She'll probably end up going Miya-Kerrin blue (which also lets me wear her fin-ed ears and get extra use out of that cake) and have some crazy stuff around her eyes. I wish I could draw... Or that I had all the pieces with me so I could mess around. She needs a headpiece. Plans plans plans. When is it summer?- In a similar vein, I miss dance performances. For all the ways my teacher last year frustrated me, it was nice to have monthly performances. I've got the Guild coffeehouse coming up at the end of this month, then... who knows. Grawr.- Unmata's going to be at the Dragon's Egg... during the Caldaria opener! Fuuuuuuuuck!* * *Summer financial goals:- Caldaria events and Deadlands events- A good pair of Melodias- Dragon*Con airfare and confare- Save some for London tripSploosh. Current Mood:  okay(4 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Friday, February 29th, 2008 | |
| 3:31 am | Ultima sits in her bedroom in Texas and waits for her hamsters to touch Too many posts in a short period of time, then I'll probably go a month. Hm.Fuck homework.* * *Seeing someone you didn't want to see, even for a few minutes, can throw your whole day out of whack. Your stomach flips over, your chest seizes, you lose your appetite, you try your absolute damndest to be social and look like you don't want to scream. It's great fun.I used to be the one to ride shotgun on out-of-town adventures.* * *Why do people throw up backwards peace signs? What's this phenomenon all about? All these pictures on myspace and facebook with lips puckered out like a duck, throwing this backwards, sideways peace sign that looks rather like the sign language for the letter K. Don't they know throwing that gesture is very rude in some countries? This is true, it's the same as flipping the bird in the UK.* * *I got tagged by  lamia_lunae. Crazy kid.Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks!1. I believe that if you can't make fun of yourself for being/doing something, you can't really be/do it. For myself I reference gotherie, LARPing, cosplay and D&D to start with. Can't take yourself too seriously.2. My biggest weakness in the world is chocolate-covered strawberries. Give me some of those and I will be putty in your hands. Not dark chocolate though.3. I am very attentive to people's mannerisms; I blame it on being a theatre major. I recognize little quirks in how people walk, stand, use their hands, pronounce certain words, that sort of thing.4. I want a lover who is my intellectual equal. I want to have long, long, challenging, brilliant conversations that are always vastly interesting. Preferably post-coitus.5. The otokoyaku of the Takarazuka are my ideal women. Good god they're gorgeous.6. Someday I will adopt a little Chinese girl. It's not an "if", it's a "when". Someday...7. I am an incurable aesthete. It's becoming apparent in pretty much everything I do. I'm attentive to lighting, texture, heat, colour, shape, design, sound, synthesis.8. I count out how many letters are in sentences and phrases in my head. No particular reason, I just always do it. I change punctuation marks to make the numbers even.9. I want to be a Shakespeare scholar. Also a bartender. Probably at the same time.10. My dream house (much like my current bed) will be covered in extra pillows and blankets so I can nest in them wherever I am. I like nesting, it's safe and warm.Tagged:albatross_enidtestsofthemusekasaiilindeleafeanoryouthculturerockstarbritAnd the_rabbit42. Because I'm a rebel and six is not enough! Woo!* * *Hiiiiii Billy and Whitney! I had no idea you friended me! Welcome to Madnessland! :DP.S. Oh my god Whitney that raspberry cocoa you gave me is amazing. I can't thank you enough! Current Mood:  annoyed(2 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Thursday, February 28th, 2008 | |
| 2:12 am | "Carelessness in dressing is moral suicide" -Honoré de Balzac Chinese: the one and only genre of food that tastes just as good, if not better, the second day after purchase. Dumplings are the real breakfast of champions.* * *Friday was the Classy Party. Nellie and I spent our snow-afternoon making all the food: plates of devilled eggs, cheese, pigs in blankets, apple slices and honey, watermelon, strawberries and whipped cream for dipping. And sparkling cider. Then we got gawgeous!The party ended up being much smaller than anticipated due to snow (the classy word is "intimate"), but Liz and Max came and it was rad. We sat on pillows on the floor, ate all the finger-food and more (Nellie and I made enough food for six people!), and watched 'Casablanca'. You can't get classier than that.Then we hung out till after two in the morning talking nerd. Evenings like these need to happen more often....Then I fell down the stairs and bruised both arms. One of the wounds is directly over a three-year old injury that pretty much only just healed. Also, massive headache. I win.Next party's theme: Moulin Rouge.* * *Dear Carol,'The Vagina Monologues' fuckin rocked. Nuff said.Love,~Me* * *Saturday night Nellie and I decided to play in the snow instead of going to 'Rocky'. Because we could.Liz and Kayla came and we had an epic snowball fight, which involved me getting snow in my ears and in my eye. And my coat pockets. And my braid froze! After they left, Nellie's friend Josh came out and we made a snow-monster. He mildly resembles Jabba the Hutt with arms and antennae. We named him Oswald Henry III.Sunday I went to Addam and Kim's and we had a rather awesome photo shoot. I wore the dress from the classy party, and a plaid skirt, and a snappy number whose photos we dubbed the Smooth Criminal set. I'll post them soon. I'm very pleased.Fact: Nothing makes you feel good about yourself like a photo shoot with a good photographer. I like modelling. I like it a lot.Today after class I had dinner at the Fresh Side with Katherine. Intelligent conversation about anything and everything always makes my day. Also I saw Audrey and we're getting together on Friday to finally watch 'The Notebook'. After two years. Jesus.* * *Sent in my resume and some sweet photos to the president of Ten31. Eeeee! If anyone's curious... Ten31 does the gargoyles at Waterfire and King Richard's. Yeah, those gargoyles.* * *Rooming with Nellie, and with Deanna in London, has taught me how very much better it is to room with a good friend. Rooming with a friend is like having someone over to play, only all the time. We go to dinner together, or to the mall or into town. We hang out, we coexist, we wake each other up in the morning, we generally rock. I enjoy this arrangement thoroughly.In other news though, I don't know what the fuck is up with our RA. First note, there are people in our building who deal cocaine and he busts us for burning incense. Yeah, incense. To be fair, we weren't supposed to, and he didn't write us up, but still. Cocaine? Incense? Little difference.But my real beef is that he doesn't "get" us. Not even that, I'm used to that. But every single time Nellie or I walk by him, he gives us a funny look. I wore a fedora and he looked at me funny, I left my boots outside the door and he looked at them funny. My plain everyday-boots! We asked about sticking things on the door and he looked at us funny, we told him we claimed the area outside our room as the courtyard and (guess what) he looked at us funny. At first it was humourous, now it's just getting weird. It's like... have you ever seen a pair of goth chicks before? Seriously? He hasn't even seen us when we're in our full gotherie!Nellie has suggested we start doing things specifically to weird him out, since apparently he wouldn't know the difference anyway. Things that aren't against school policy, just exceedingly strange. Liane, I believe, suggested a seance. I'm so down.* * *My enter key is sticking. That's fabulous.* * *I should be concentrating on schoolwork, but really, I'm concentrating on LARPshits. Character history is thought out but not fully typed, as is the general group description. Mike needs to let me know what he's doing, need to RP with Lennen again to get him more into the fold, need to finish assimilating Liz, and costuming is never done.I nerd. A lot. Suck it.* * *It distresses me greatly that people are always surprised when other people keep their word. I had two friends in 'Monologues' and both of them yelled "You came!!" when I greeted them after the show. Of course I did, I said I would. Am I really in that much of a minority because I called when I said I'd call? Is it so hard to be there when you said you'd be there, to do something you said you'd do? This is troubling.In the code of Bushido it says that a samurai should never make a promise, because his word alone is as good as a promise. Hm.* * *My love life is stagnant and I hate everything about it. Current Mood: blah(8 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Thursday, February 14th, 2008 | |
| 3:13 am | We are the music-makers / And we are the dreamers of dreams "It's both refreshing and disconcerting to discover that an issue that's been bothering you isn't you being completely paranoid. It's bothering other people as well." ~Nellie's journalTrue dat.* * *I have spent hours upon hours hand-sewing crazy brig instead of doing homework. This costume doesn't need to be done till late April. I'm a winner.* * *I have this snazzy little skill where things will be going really well, and then at the last moment I open my big mouth and wreck it. See above, re: I'm a winner.* * *I have a little hey-I-just-met-you crush on someone I, well, just met. I don't like it one bit. I'm far too emotionally screwed at the moment, I'm probably rebounding, and I'm terrified of the idea of being with someone who doesn't know me. I'm probably misreading signals anyway, apparently I don't read those too well. See above... re: I'm a winner.* * *Dear you,Hearing your voice and knowing you're ok gives me more comfort than you can possibly imagine. I miss you terribly.Dear you,I'm here whenever you need me. You have my shoulder to cry on, my arms to hold you, and I'm great for making you laugh. Just call. I miss you terribly.Dear you,I wish we were closer physically because I know we'd be closer emotionally. You are a kindred spirit and I want to help you through the hard times. I miss you terribly.Dear you,I'm sorry for the way things are and I wish we could backtrack to the way things were. I feel you drifting away and I'm so scared. I miss you terribly.* * *This place is suffocating. It's so cold and so foul that all you can do is stay inside wrapped in sweater and blanket and you don't move, you want to hibernate but you have classes to get to. I itch and I scream for flying and for London and for energy, all my passion is inward and tiny stitches and oh god for once dance is not enough. There's nowhere to run here, nowhere to walk forever no escape, no secret place to call my own. I miss my cat.Camden Market burned. I feel like I've been punched in the gut. Camden was one of My Places.* * *Getting sick and on the rag. It shows in the writing, I expect.* * *I love you. Current Mood:  down(4 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Tuesday, February 5th, 2008 | |
| 1:51 am | The Pats lost and apparently Southwest rioted anyway... UMass is dumb My opinion on Valentine's Day depends greatly upon my relationship status. I'm sure many others feel the same. This year is a Hate year, I feel.However my presence has been requested at a party ("I want you there" rather than "It'd be great if you came", how delightful!) so the day won't be a total loss. Well, provided no awkwardness occurs. Also, Nellie turns twenty the day before. Hurrah!* * *Incubus is a lot like Our Lady Peace, in the sense that they're incorrectly marketed as generic "alt-rock" but are actually much more weird. Also they have some heart-meltingly gorgeous harmonies. Not that the two bands are in and of themselves terribly similar (give me Raine Maida's oddness any day), but they're in a similar pigeonhole. Though they have both covered 'Teardrop'.* * *I finally got around to joining Violating Voices and oh thank god I did. I haven't posted much, nor do I terribly plan to, I'm just back-reading at the moment. Intelligent thought and debate on any and all interesting topics, page after page after page? It's brain candy. Delicious.* * *School so far...The full weight of the semester hasn't hit me yet (I know I'm going to have a ton of homework each night but we're not quite at that stage), so I've still been finding time to work on my other projects. Made great strides on Nadarin's brig these past couple nights, made a hundred packets to donate to Deadlands and nearly finished decorating the room. Satisfying my itch to create.Crazy Noodle Cafe, in Amherst, is bloody delicious.I like being able to say "I'm bored, come over" and actually have someone show up. It's happened several times already and will hopefully continue to do so. And since I never actually expect anyone to respond, it's always a pleasant surprise. People have been popping in and out of the room far more frequently than in previous years. I chalk it up to having a roommate who actually knows (or at least appreciates) my friends.Also, I have the bestest roomie ever. Rooming with Deanna in London made me realize what I'd been missing the past two years. Sharing a living space with someone you actually want to be around? It absolutely rocks.Franklin dining hall does surprisingly good Oriental food. I had veggie lo mein, chicken dumplings and a blooming lotus the other night and they were bizarrely good. They should do that more often. Not suck, I mean. Exploit your strengths, guys, you can do it.Classes with Felicia are going well. I don't know what I would do without dance.My mum is coming up Wednesday morning and we're going out for breakfast. At noon. There's a Moroccan place in Amherst Centre near where Fatzo's used to be... Goddammit I'm a New Englander. Either way, I'm craving falafel again. For breakfast though? Hrm.* * *Awhile ago I decided I hated the word/concept "admit" and decided to banish it from my vocabulary. It has been, for the most part, a success.I'm finding more and more that I despise non-committal answers like "maybe" and "perhaps" and "we'll see". Hate them hate them hate them. They nearly always turn into No and I have a heart attack every time one turns into Yes. I am not blameless in this, but it was my being called on it that turned me against it. Can't you just commit to something, is it that difficult? Even a "yes but remind me later" is better than "maybe". Ugh.* * *I want this man's children. For the record.* * *Summer plans are getting stupid. I told my mum that were I to go down south, the earliest I could come back is late Monday the 26th of May; if I'm going to the festival I want to stay for all of it. What does she do? She books our tickets for Monday. Which means that if I want to head south, I'd have to head back Sunday night at the absolute latest. Not to mention I'd have to find a friend willing to leave site to get me to the airport sometime on that day (because there'd be no way I'd leave Saturday, that's when all the interesting things happen). My mum doesn't want me travelling the day before we leave for Australia because if something goes wrong, our tickets are non-transferrable so I'd basically be fucked.So if I went to SOLAR, I'd be there for two-ish days. On the other hand, I'd be able to make the entire event if I went to Deadlands. But as I've mentioned, my other two rangers will probably be in Georgia. Well, balls.Don't get me wrong, I'm psyched as all hell to be going to Aussieland. But seeing my friends and having fun with them is very important to me and my parents don't quite seem to understand that. Would I prefer to delay my exciting long-distance travel just for a few extra days to chill with friends? Sorry, but yes.* * *Really, really weird dreams these past few nights. The only thing I remember from any of them was that in one I was at the SOLAR festival and Muse was plot flunkying as a sketchy meewee wearing purple wrap pants and a light blue ladies' chemise like the one Kelly wears as Sudupta. I wish I could remember more of that one...* * *Maybe it's my Jewish upbringing, but I find it really weird when people say "hummus" the way it's spelt. I've always heard it pronounced with a hacking Yiddish "ch" sound on the front. Hm.* * *Oh god I miss London. Current Mood:  awake(6 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Sunday, February 3rd, 2008 | |
| 12:14 am | Only thing to do, only thing to do, only thing to do is jump over the moon Today on the way to auditions, Nellie and I were singing "Thriller" out loud and dancing down the street.That is how college roomies are supposed to be.<3  Current Mood: good(3 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Wednesday, January 30th, 2008 | |
| 1:05 pm | I like to think of myself not as "distracting" but "inspiring", a la Sally Bowles I cry during movies when people forcibly get their hair cut. I find it really traumatizing. I suppose it's because I've put so much time, love and effort into mine. It's weird.It also makes watching 'V For Vendetta' quite awkward.* * *The word tristesse has to be one of the most beautiful words in the entire French language. There's just something really pretty about it. Translated, it means "sadness". Hm.* * *The semester has begun.I have a monstrously large basement room in Wheeler with windows on two sides. And I'm rooming with Nellie, which is the best thing ever. I've heard horror stories about best friends who grow to hate each other by the end of the year, but I think we're going to make it. We bunked the beds and are working hard to turn the room into Pure Awesome. It looks less and less like a crypt or dungeon (oh goth) and more like a harem or opium den. Lots of throw pillows, nice lighting and we're investing in beanbag chairs sometime soon. We refer to it as the Harem or the Palace.None of my classes start before noon. And they're all one right after the other, so that's quite nice. Plus all my French is on Tuesdays/Thursdays. The situation is good, if busy. We'll see how it goes.BIOLOGY: Big lecture. The teachers seem nice. Blah blah.HISTORY: Liz/Kasai is in my class yaaaaaaay! Also a pretty Azn boy, but he disappeared as soon as class ended. Ninja-vanish really is a racial trait. Also also, our professor's name is Brian D Bunk. Wow.TECH DESIGN: I fucking hate open-ended creative projects and this class is evidently full of them. But it's got Eric Rhem and Old-Roomie-Sarah and other rockin theatre kids. Plus Miguel is cool. Still not looking forward to shop hours and lots of model building.FRENCH COMPOSITION: Hahahahahaha I love Nancy Lamb. I'm not overly worried about this class.AFRICAN FILM: Big-ish and time-consuming, but manageable. The professor is from Ghana (he's Ghanan? Ghanian? Ghanish?). Hopefully the movies are interesting.Monday nights I'm taking bellydance classes with Felicia. So far so good.* * *I despise one-armed hugs with an incredible passion. Unless you're holding something you absolutely can't work around or put down, don't be a pussy and give me a real hug. If you're feeling up to it, pick me up and swing me around. I like that.Also, I want to bring the French custom of bisous to the States. You know, the cheek-kissing. I think it's adorable. Who's with me?* * *Went to Max's Monday night and had a long talk. It was really a continuation of an earlier talk, but I was tired of saying everything online. Tired of impersonal text saying painful things. It was mostly me talking, but I suppose there wasn't much he could say aside from apologize, which he did a few times. Basically what it came down to is that I'm miserable and can't get over him and want to be with him terribly, and he wishes there was more he could do to help. I pretty much just said everything that'd been floating around in my head for the past couple months. Explained why we couldn't platonically cuddle, which hurt far more than I expected because I want to but I suppose it had to be done. I wouldn't exactly say any of it felt good, because I'm still in love with my best friend who doesn't care, but at least it was all said out loud and in person. I may have gone a bit far in telling him I wished his girlthing would die in a fire, but hey. I'm the woman scorned.It really sucked to be in Georgia without him and have all our mutual friends just sort of assume we were together. And then when I explained we weren't (my usual phrase was "I wish"), I'd hear "Oh but you guys would make such a great couple!" Don't I know it, dude. Even people who know both his real girlthing and I have told me "Oh but you guys would make such the better couple!" Yeah. It also sucks to know that his girlthing knows I have feelings for him but doesn't know they were once reciprocated, so I get to come off as a twit with a crush. I hope he rectifies that misconception, out of respect for me if for nothing else.It doesn't help that he agreed we would have been a great couple. And the essential question, "Why her", still goes unanswered. So here I am... Stagnant. Depressed and weepy and stupid. And still, after all that, unable to give up hoping. So it goes.But he did allay my fears about the status of our friendship. He does consider me a best friend. It's exceedingly comforting.* * *In the time I've been here... Liz came over and we watched 'Robin Hood Men In Tights', Nellie and I watched a whole shitload of movies, Max visited for a bit, I've run into Bernie and Gwen and Pete Motherfuckin Storey and Leigh, went to Haven and had a waffle at Franklin that didn't sit well at all. Tonight Nellie and I are going into Noho because Lisa and Don will be there and having yummy Mediterranean, and tomorrow we're seeing 'Cabaret' at Amherst College. 'Stop Kiss' auditions this weekend, also hanging out with people. My mum will hopefully visit soon and bring extra things I forgot. Hurray.* * *Summer plans are already shaping up. Caldaria, Deadlands, a family trip to Australia and work at St Mike's. The gypsies want me to come down to SOLAR for the festival in May, they've even promised they'll play their gypsies and not their secondaries, but it's the same weekend as a Deadlands event (the second one, in fact, and I have to miss the third due to work). However, Mike wants Muse and me to do SOLAR and that's the entirety of our Deadlands ranger crew. Nadarin will need to make some friends fast that first event, since Mike will have drills and Muse will probably be abroad for most of this season. Hrm. Decisions, decisions.* * *Sex Filter post coming soon. If anyone new to my journal isn't on that filter and wants to be, let me know. It's not as bad as it sounds, it's more a record of thoughts than actions. So yeah. Current Mood: tired(13 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Tuesday, January 29th, 2008 | |
| 3:15 am | Aside from this and that and this, so far I'd say things are going rather well Just an old friend coming over now to visit you andThat's what I've becomeI let myself in though I know I'm not supposed to butI never know when I'm doneAnd I see you fogging up the mirrorVapor round your body glistens in the showerAnd I wanna stay right hereAnd go down on you for an hourOr stayAnd let the day just fade awayIn a wild dedicationTake the moment of hopeAnd let it runNever look back at all the damage we have done now to each otherTo each otherTo each otherCause when I see youYou know all the things I've doneAnd I'm blindedLike I'm staring down the sunWhen I see youTime it passes and it tells us what we're left withWe become the things we doMe, I'm a fool spent from defiance, yeah you got me butI didn't give up on youIcarus is not a t-shirt or a swan song, noHe is born againAnd it's not easy being me when I can't promise I will mendOr bendWhen you believe that we are fixed now from our birthAnd I've just fallen back to earthStill you know I'll try againCause I believe that we are luckyWe are goldenWe have stolen manners in the days when we were oneSo when I see youIn spite of all that we've becomeI'm still blindedBut I'm still staring down the sunWhen I see you Current Mood: blah(3 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Thursday, January 24th, 2008 | |
| 4:02 am | If for no other reason than the wildlife in the show, I fucking love 'Avatar' In the car driving home from Amherst I had very long, eloquent things to say about a variety of topics. It's all gone now, goddammit. I hate it when that shit happens. Maybe some of it'll come back.* * *-There are some southern accents that northerners think are cute, and some that make northerners nervous. The former is usually possessed by women; the latter is usually possessed by men-Lamia is crazy-Dresden Dolls fans are much less informed about things like the Brigade... But then, I'm from the Dolls' home turf, we're hardcore there-Making gypsies a restricted race is a brilliant idea -- it keeps the numbers down to a realistic level, and forces us to stick together-God bless Sonic-Aaminah/Amber and Juliana/Nicole make for a rockin way to spend a SOLAR weekend! You guys were awesome ^_^-Atlanta is not like the rest of the south and they know it there-Bellydance videos are best viewed sitting on the floor with a friend at three in the morning-Georgia snow is adorable-I adore flying at night, because when you come in to land the whole city stretches out under you like a spiderweb of light~Things I Learnt Visiting GeorgiaI was asked by a couple different people why I wasn't coming back down this weekend for the party. It made me feel special, but also profoundly awkward.The Dolls played 'Night at the Roses' and I cried. Seriously, that song has so much sentimental value to me now and I've been dying to hear them play it live. I sang along and I clapped and I cried. God it was cathartic.I stayed with Caitlin B for a few days, then it was SOLAR, then I stayed with Caitlin F and Trey with a night-long detour to Jess and Eric's. It was just what I needed. A really fabulous trip.I'm really glad I've made these friends. Caitlin B, Stephi, Trey J, Kirsten, Kat, Jess and Eric, Billy, Nicole, Amber and of course Caitlin F and Trey H. You rock.* * *Being mean is saying something painful intending to hurt.Being honest is saying something painful intending to help.It's a delicate balance.* * *I realized recently, I've never really had a group of friends I can hang out with all the time. One of those groups where you could be hanging out with one person or five and you don't really notice the difference. Perhaps because of that, I find it really easy to align myself with other people's groups. I make friends with a whole cluster of people all at once -- the D-R kids, the Lexington kids, the GHL kids and the Atlanta kids are fine examples. I get to be the cool odd-girl-out that everyone likes. Not to mention I get to see all the inevitable drama happen but largely stay out of it. But, it's sort of lonely too. I don't really have my own Inner Circle. I have several individually close friends, but they all have groups of their own. It makes me wonder if I'm deluding myself, calling all these people my Best Friends. Are we really that close if they've got their own to hang out with? I'm good as the funky outsider, I don't really know how well I do as someone special. I'm amazing at making friends and aquaintances, but something deep and real and true? I'm less sure of myself there.* * *RIP Heath Ledger. ;_; I got a text from my sister and my first reply was "You're lying". She wasn't. Shit, man. He was one of the good ones. I think my chosen packing-movie tomorrow will be '10 Things'.* * *The best way to deal with crushing emotional issues is to collapse onto the floor, cry and sob and wail for awhile (get it all out), put on your Sad Music Playlist (don't lie we all have one), snuggle with a pillow and pass out on a friendly bed until someone wakes you with fun things to do. It works, trust me.* * *A brief reflection.BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT OF 2007: Dance. I started performing as much as possible, took classes with four different teachers and a number of workshops, generally went to town. I've met some utterly fabulous people that I'm honoured to call my belly-sisters. I feel better about my body, my self-confidence has improved exponentially. I love it. It's one of the best things that's happened to me. Nuff said.BIGGEST FAILURE OF 2007: Someone I care about very much had a meltdown in my presence and my incredible shock that it was happening, coupled with the delicacy of our situation, prevented me from holding them as they cried. I wanted so badly to hold them but I was conflicted about whether it was "right", so I did nothing. Not a day goes by that I don't regret my non-action.Some things are small, but it doesn't make them any less important.* * *Saturday Nellie and I went to the Syraandor Winter Feast as Kaie and Irina. It pretty much rocked. I danced to two songs, sang with Nellie and with Corey and with the group, did big crazy court dances, took care of the bazillion babies and improv-danced as Jaimi drummed. Lots of awesome people I hadn't seen since before London were there. Oh, and my costume looked amazing. Plus there was plot stuff. And Nellie and I went out with Jaimi and Katie for post-dinner dinner. Epic success. Even with the driving home in the snow.Sunday was Arisia in Boston. Great fun indeed. I danced to the 'Doctor Who' theme and it went better than I'd hoped, especially since the first half or so was veilwork (I suck at veilwork). I was pleased. Wandered through the vendors, bought some fudge and a pinky ring, saw some people, had a nice long conversation/partner-rant with Kat. Ahh, belly-drama.Monday I went to Easthampton and had a rockin bellydance photo shoot with DJ Addam. He is an absolute delight to work with! And Kim is a sweetie. :) I'm so antsy to see how they all turned out... Eeeee!Between then and now, I've been lounging in a North apartment with Max and Kathleen. Hardcore 'Avatar' marathon (thirty-two episodes in two days!), ordering out for dinner, and hookah. Aside from some internal screaming on my part, it's been a really relaxing couple of days. As long as I wasn't alone, I was quite happy. I extended my trip an extra day and still didn't want to leave. But, now I'm home. It is cold.* * *I like it when people tell me "you'll like something" and then don't stop till they've proven it to me. Not only do I get a snazzy new interest, but it means they're thinking of me, know me enough to know what I like and care enough to pursue it. It feels good.* * *Moving in early Sunday. I'm rooming with Nellie. Fuck yeah.This semester I think I'd like to spend more time with chill people. I mean, I certainly have many friends on campus, but most of them are incredibly energetic (which is not a bad thing) and I just find myself rather in need of peace. Maybe I've had too much hookah these past few days.On a very-much-related note, Katherine Rose if you see this I would like to see you soon. Current Mood: sleepy(13 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Monday, January 14th, 2008 | |
| 2:30 pm | We gypsies are a very exciting people. We make great babies UPDATED AND REVISED PLANS FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS- Jan 14: Trey Hendley will take me on the town, then The Treys and I will see 'Sweeney'- Jan 15: Go to Ziah's dance class, get kidnapped by Jessyka, spend the night at her place- Jan 16: Hang out with Caitlin and Jess and maybe more! Return to Caitlin and Trey's- Jan 17: Caitlin takes me to airport, I fly home and get ready for Syraandor- Jan 18: Retrieve Nellie somehow, get feast things together, go to New Haven, stay with Kelseybutt- Jan 19: Drive to New Hampshire, rock out at winter feast, drive all the way back to RI- Jan 20: Nellie goes home, I bellydance at Arisia in Boston- Jan 21: Go to Noho for a photo shoot with DJ Addam, then to UMass to hang out with Max ('Sweeney'?)- Jan 22: Probably still at UMass, maybe go to Haven?After that I'm still free. Eric Luff and I want to drive to Quebec City perhaps. A long drive, to be sure, but I haven't been there yet and I want to go. Pondering going to the Norman Bird Sanctuary, as I've never seen it in the snow. Also, moar hookah plz. Other than that I'm open to ideas.SHIT I STILL NEED TO GET DONE- Practice dance for Arisia- Trim the sound files for Arisia so they fit better- Burn a CD and write my blurb for Arisia- Practice dance(s) for winter feast- Choose an awesome dance outfit for my shoot with Addam- If there's time, make Nadarin's brigMy stay in the south has been full of success thus far. Lots of amazing people doing rockin things. Everyone is awesome. There will be more to come on that later. Your winters are adorable.* * *Since I am staying with Caitlin and Trey, we're leaving each other IP notes on facebook. Basha is staying with her cousins Nikolai and Taletha, and Nikolai hogs the bedsheets. No fair. So unfair, in fact, that tomorrow Basha's going to stay with Lamia for a night. Take that, Nikolai!God we're nerds. Current Mood: lazy(6 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Thursday, January 10th, 2008 | |
| 4:41 pm | Waffle House? Check. Crazy people? Check. Things are going well  Yeah. I'm in Georgia.:D Current Mood: good(7 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
| Tuesday, January 8th, 2008 | |
| 12:02 am | Because Kelsey and I are pretty much geniuses. Dorky awesome geniuses I am about to be super nerdy.So Kelsey D and I were sitting online trying to share our vast amounts of music for the Syraandor winter feast. We realized we had each edited the lyrics to the same song and suddenly an idea struck us... Why don't we just put it all in one place for everyone to see?So we did pleased(2 fifty-foot extension cords | With our hair dryers aimed heavenward) |
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