2. Seeing pictures of fluzzy white mice in the science book.
3. Finding out that I now have "regulars" for Tarot reading, and piquing someone's interest.
4. The awesome sub in Math.
5. Getting a 3.0 for this quarter. Whoo!
6. The field hockey game. The bees were bad, but the soccer team sans Alexey proved themselves to be a bunch of magnificent twatwaffles. Kind of like a tamer version of Urk Kuldar, really. I wish I could consider one of those boys my brother, but...meh.
7. Getting a ride home from Alexey. Had you told me back in freshman year that this would have happened, I would have laughed in your face. Progress towards some form of a friendship is clicking along nicely.
- 'ow I Iz:
pleased - Da Noise:Nice Weather for Ducks--Lemon Jelly
Thank God for Invisible Children, though. That fucking Leadership class was completely omitted today in favor of the assembly.
In terms of assemblies, it wasn't terrible. Though, when you take into account that this is Mount, that's really not saying much. Whatever. It served its purpose, and my tear ducts now hurt from my attempts at faking tears--when the eye of the administration is upon you in such a situation, the proper course of action is to make it look as though you're overcome with emotion.
Had Peter drive me home instead of taking the bus. I've decided I quite enjoy car rides with my favorite Democrat.
Other than that, it's been a thoroughly unremarkable day. I'm hoping something interesting will happen.
- Where I Iz:The puddle ate my foot.
- 'ow I Iz:
contemplative - Da Noise:Butterfly-Richard Cheese
Knight of Music was also awesome. Someone actually made a point of speaking to me during Long Reach's show--a far better record than the fiasco with the candy bars two years ago--so I think I'm making some progress away from the status of "creepy Polish stalker girl". We shall see.
Apart from that, the shows were really excellent, the moon was full, and people were in high spirits. It was a good comp, all in all.
But the best part of the night?
Coming home and nearly stepping on a black, leather-bound, gold-embossed copy of the Necronomicon, left by a certain sociopath as a "cheer up" gift.
I love my life.
- Where I Iz:Still going to practice, though. Whoo!
- 'ow I Iz:
tired
How come you get to creep on the Mount LJs without fear of counter-creeping?
I'm sure I'm not the only one who would love to
Get a blog, please.
Sincerely,
Me
- 'ow I Iz:
complacent
Oh.
My.
God.
I fucking hate wasps.
It's not fair that the damn things seem to be following me now. The one in the Spanish room didn't land on anyone, thank God, but that didn't stop me from having to run to the bathroom to avert a panic attack. Being stung by bees and stepping on yellowjackets is bad enough. I don't want to be around something that can sting multiple times, each time more painful than the last.
Shanice finally killed it. But then we had another droning menace.
(Peter, if you're reading this, we can hash it out via AIM.)
Political presentations in Spanish = good.
Political presentations in Spanish dealing with American politics = probably a bad idea.
The second option, but with the three class Republicans in the room = very bad idea.
Pete, we love you, but could you not talk down to use every time you present a point or argue with one or all of us? It would be very much appreciated, and I wouldn't have to make strangle-hands at Adrian and Amelia every time you open your mouth.
Well, technically I don't have to, but the DC on the Will Save to avoid said action is obnoxiously high.
And now for the miscellaneous grievances.
"The Night" keeps playing my head at inopportune moments. I wish it would go away. I'm the bitch, I'm not allowed to be upset. Or something.
I wish Hamish got online more; it's not fair that I have to wait until November to meet him.
45 days to Moresca.
- 'ow I Iz:
indifferent
I know it's my fault the relationship got broken off in the first place. Me and my lack of control, mixed with his jealousy, well...it wasn't really the greatest match.
I'm still not particularly happy about it. I'm free for the moment, yes, but at the price of one of my few points of stability. And it seems to be an unwritten rule of society that the bitch in the relationship deserves no comfort; that her lot will forever be suffering.
Sebastian would shit bricks if he read this, I know. I can see his little "I told you so" dance right now.
I'm off to try and drown my sorrows in my courseload.
- 'ow I Iz:
stressed - Da Noise:Constantinople--They Might Be Giants
It used to be fun to talk politics--or anything, really--with him 'cause you always got this vague impression that he was listening. But I can't even kid myself any more. Nope, there are only two tracks there. Obama and TSA. Get him off one of those and everything goes to shit.
/bitchmoan
(To be fair, though, I kinda wanted to completely forget the whole "throwing" thing and just bash Mark's head in with Bulfinch's Mythology. If you're going to use big words to sound impressive, please use them correctly.)
- Where I Iz:SO MANY BUGBITES.
- 'ow I Iz: complacent
- Da Noise:The Thieving Magpie
- 'ow I Iz:
working
- 'ow I Iz:
annoyed - Da Noise:Marvin Gaye-What's Goin' On?
From my Nation's page:
"The Republic of Assuran is a fledgling, economically powerful nation, remarkable for its compulsory military service. Its hard-nosed, hard-working, intelligent population of 5 million are effectively ruled by a group of massive corporations, who run for political office and provide their well-off citizens with world-class goods and services. Their poorer citizens, however, are mostly starving to death while being urged to go out and get real jobs. The populace has reasonably extensive civil rights, although these are mostly aimed at allowing them to buy whatever they like.
The small, corrupt, pro-business government devotes most of its attentions to Law & Order, with areas such as Social Welfare and Religion & Spirituality receiving almost no funds by comparison. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 2%. A substantial private sector is led by the Cheese Exports industry, followed by Book Publishing and Trout Farming.
Crime is a major problem. Assuran's national animal is the axolotl and its currency is the gold piece."
Sounds rather like what would happen if I actually ran a nation, really...damn matrices and their tendencies to know me too well.
Also, as an aside: Assuran, in the Forgotten Realms Campaign setting, is the LN aspect of Hoar, the Lawful Evil Mulhorandi deity of revenge. Assuran is not concerned so much with this, though, as with irony and poetic justice.
Well, let's see how this turns out!
- 'ow I Iz:
bored
You know you can't be lazy when da big boss is 'round. Don' work. You get fumpins an' odah thin's tha' aren't plee-ay-sint.
So why you get all lazy da odah many dayz uv dah week?
I know you wanna sez, "But I goes to skool wiv 'umies! Dey don' smell and has ugly pink skins!"
Yeah, yeah. Iz'tel knows it.
Fink uv it dis way. Don' ask me to, Mork 'n' Gork don' like it when kobold fink too 'ard.
You ain't a kobold. I iz.
You 'av to go be a 'umie for many days. I come out lots, but yer still a 'umie on day-to-day shezul. Be'ave like a 'umie, dammit!
If you don' wan' to fink abou't like dat, fink abou't like dis.
If Stansell wuz da big boss, wud you still be az lazy az yer bein' now?
Just sayin'.
- 'ow I Iz: stressed
Topic: Pavlovian Behaviorism
Hypothesis: If the subject is shown a neutral stimulus immediately before an undesirable one, the subject will come to associate the neutral stimulus with its nastier counterpart.
Method:
Glass of water poured over subject's head: Unconditioned Stimulus
Attempted shielding of head: Unconditioned Response
The word "Brandywine": Neutral Stimulus
Glass of water = Attempted shielding of head
Brandywine + Glass of water = Attempted shielding of head
Brandywine = Attempted shielding of head
- Where I Iz:School library.
- 'ow I Iz:
creative - Da Noise:none
- Where I Iz:School library.
- 'ow I Iz: annoyed
- Da Noise:none
What. The. Fuck.
Next thing you know, I'll be wandering down some country lane in my bathrobe and a cardboard crown and calling myself the Duchess of York.
Imma go to sleep now before I begin entertaining other weird notions.
- Where I Iz:Bleaaaargh.
- 'ow I Iz:
indescribable - Da Noise:The bird softly chuckling in the background.
Country: Indonesia
Committee: Security Council I, also known as the Crisis Commitee
Topics: 3 1/2
Topics Relevant to Country: 0
Working Papers Sponsored: 7
Resolutions Passed: 6
Hours in Committee: 5 hours, 20 minutes
Award Won: Top Outstanding
That is all.
- Where I Iz:Accomplished AND headachey, thanks.
- 'ow I Iz: accomplished
- Da Noise:WSTW 93.7
You make a promise, you keep it.
Don't think you're going to weasel your way out of making me your Senatorial Aide by saying you think I won't have any fun. Who are you to judge my sense of fun, anyway?
I quite agree with Dumbledore's analysis of such a situation, namely "Oh, [she] never takes the throne. [She] actually prefers the back seat. More room to stretch out, you see."
Look, if you don't want me to be your Aide, tell me so instead of trying to sweet-talk your way of the situation. I may get butthurt for a bit, but I'll have infinitely more respect for you. Ms. Trojan already tried to let me down nicely. That's actually more painful; I'd really much rather be slapped than go through hours of mild torture.
In conclusion, either keep your promise or break it. Don't keep me hanging in the balance.
Very little love,
Jacie
- Where I Iz:Daydreaming again. Ay me.
- 'ow I Iz: relieved
- Da Noise:Only If-Enya
So...what else?
ICJ briefing was hideously boring, but the restaurant we ate at afterwards was deliciously avant-garde.
Fic recommendation, for anyone who would happen to be interested. Meilin's "Valiant" was a fabulous read, first introduced to me by the lovely folks on Who_OTP.
If I could think of something else to write, I would. But my brain is fried.
'night.
- Where I Iz:And so's your dad!
- 'ow I Iz:
blank - Da Noise:Billy Joel-Uptown Girl
Communists, though, are apparently not very fond of Count Von Count. He's dreadfully bourgeois, you see.
Oscar the Grouch is also on their hitlist, for giving an erroneous depiction of the protelariat.
Today's Debate Club was a very strange one, very probably something pulled straight out of an AU fanfiction. Stansell brought his son Ryan, who kept trying to stick his fingers into sockets, pull down posters, eat erasers, etc. Many of our members were watching Sesame Street and/or Winnie the Pooh. Alexey was making plans for world domination by Russians (again). Mike was trying to defend Ron Paul, but wasn't prepared. And Stansell himself only proves the point that this was AU by leapfrogging around the room and chasing his son.
Oy vey.
I think, though, the definitive answer for this puzzling quandary would be the fact that, after...meh...seven months, several vicious snubs and a lot of mutual ignoring...
[Drumroll, Please]
Alexeystalin has actually started talking to me again.
No, that's not a typo.
It's quite true, in fact.
And it only just goes to show you that God employs fanfiction writers on crack works in mysterious ways.
For some reason which will remain unknown to modern psychology, he asked me to critique his capitalist satire. He never asks me to critique anything.
Most likely I was the only one available to stroke his...
Ego.
Gotcha.
Anyway, he started talking to me. I mean, really talking to me and not condescending. Like how he talks to Amelia, Jaime or Taryn.
I'll have to keep being a cynic about this, but maybe it heralds a breakthrough. Maybe.
Who knows? It could be fun being friends with a egotistical Russian bastard silly Communist fellow.
"'My name is Ella', said Ella, 'and I have a hat.'"
-Matthew
- Where I Iz:Ven der fuhrer says...
- 'ow I Iz:
loved - Da Noise:The "Dies Irae"
"H-U-S-T-L-E
Knights hustle for a victory!"
-Mount Cheerleaders
If I had a cohesive-enough thought process, this entry would be extremely long.
But I don't, so it can't be.
Homecoming was today. We were slaughtered beaten by the Howard bastards Wildcats.
The dance was fun as well, but I'm too tired to explain it all.
I'll get to bed now, and make two entries tomorrow.
'nighty-night.
- Where I Iz:With sore feet.
- 'ow I Iz:
exhausted - Da Noise:Enya-Anywhere Is
Our schedule was completely off the wall today. Instead of going 1,2,4,5,6,7 as it normally does on Fridays, the classes went 1,4,5,7,6, PEP RALLY. You've got to spell PEP RALLY with all caps because there's one thing about Mount's PEP RALLIES...all you ever end up doing is screaming your head off.
I almost misspelled PEP RALLY as Pap Rally...God, how embarrassing that would have been! XD
You: Yeah, I went to the Mount Pap Rally, and I won the Spirit Stick!
Friend: Are you sure you didn't go to an orgy by mistake?
Besides that, I had the nicest refusal in my life. Mike didnae want to go to the dance with me. Or the football game. To quote him, "I took a vow never to do those things. I'm an atheist, but I still have my morals."
EPICPHAYL, SABLE ANGEL.
But I wasn't too terribly upset by it. Why? Well, when he refused me, he stressed that it was not me, it was the activity. I must have looked dreadfully upset, for his face took on the "Oh shit. I made you feel that bad? I'm so sorry!" look and he kept trying to cheer me up. And he asked for my number. And he hugged me.
It was quite a bit like something that Matthew would have done. I guess that's why I like Mike so much, he's a lot like Mattie. Who I like more.
I thought it was so sweet, though, the song he was playing on his bari sax. Perhaps I'm being far too IB and digging deeper than was intended, but I supposed it was meant for me. The words were certainly pertinent enough. As the bus pulled out of the front circle, he was playing Van Morrison's "Moon Dance". It goes a little something like this:
Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'neath the cover of october skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush
Chorus:
Can I just have one a more moondance with you, my love?
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love?
Well, I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait til the morning has come
And I know that the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that youre never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own
And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you can't hide
Chorus
Repeat 1st verse
One more moondance with you in the moonlight
On a magic night
La, la, la, la in the moonlight
On a magic night
Can't I just have one more dance with you my love?
-Van Morrison's "Moondance"
Hints, maybe?
Boys. You think they can't be subtle, and then they go and surprise you.
I dunno, maybe he wasn't trying to hint at anything.
Certainly didn't hint at his disregard for the PEP RALLY, just read his book as calmly as anything.
Well, I'll see him on Monday, maybe sooner. I hope.
Cheers, mate.
- Where I Iz:Reading Stephen King's "Firestarter".
- 'ow I Iz:
hopeful - Da Noise:Van Morrison-Moondance
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