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Clawing at the Glass Mountain
There is a mountain made of smoothest glass, and I stand at the top of it, wearing freshly washed chalk white cotton socks. There is a tiny square of flat space at the top of the mountain. That's my refuge; as long as I don't stray from the 1'x1' square, I am in total control. But every now and then, the winds of Desire and Change gust across, ( Read more... ) -
Superficiality
You are deformed,
I am deformed,
And you are ugly,
And I am ugly.
And these are crimes for which the world shows little pity.
I am your only friend.
You are my one defender...
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LLL
Love's Labour Lost in a nutshell? One of the plays W.S. obviously wrote while too drunk to actually hold a pen. The performers were excellent, though the show was strange.
Christopher Wren loves a man in uniform! -
Shakespeare
Off to watch Love's Labour Lost, a W.S. play I've never heard of. Hopefully, it will be good. It's in Buffalo. MOre later
Peace out. -
*victory dance*
That's right! You are an inferior bocce player and a snarky heckler. and you know exactly who you are. Nyah nyah nyah nyah. Bite me.
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Sailor Moon Sailor Stars
I just finished watching the final episodes of Sailor Moon Sailor Stars. That means that I have seen and now own all sailor moon animated movies and series, as well as the manga (although I share some of that stuff with Vicki). There's the PGSM, but I think that's sort of a bonus feature dealio rather than an integral part of the plot. It feels so ( Read more... ) -
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Lately, I only seem to think in lyrics. I was watching SMStars yesterday, and I remembered why I love that series so much. Poor little gender-confused Seiya, so full of unrequited, pure love. That show just gives me the biggest estrogen moments. So sad, so hopeful. Such a true outlook on life-the greatest double-edged sword of them all.
I waved my ( Read more... ) -
rambling meditations and a sailor moon song
Wow. I can hardly believe we've all actually graduated. What I'm feeling now can best be described as numb, like a sort of shock. I feel vaguely happy to be going to Cornell, but vaguely sad to leave. Truth be told tho, I don't feel much of anything. Sometimes it feels like since September the really emotional part of me,what little there was lol, ( Read more... ) -
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Let me be a tiny, whiny child: I hate exams. Especially as a senior, I don't feel obligated to do them. And yet that paranoid, nagging fear pushes me to study for them none the less. So here I am, checking out sparknotes to review for APLiC. Oh, and of course, pondering the question "Who writes about love in the Bible?" for that waste of paper ( Read more... ) -
Field Day
Field Day was pretty fun. Except my neck is super sore, thanks to Mr. Yogis lack of communication/belaying skills. I thought he was going to belay so I could repel down instead of climb down. SO I asked him "Do you have that rope?" "yeah" "so is it going to be ok if I repel down?" "go right ahead" "okkaaaay." *starts to repel but Mr. Yogis isn't ( Read more... )