Mighty christ, it's nice out again today. I now fear what kind of hellacious weather the rest of the winter will bring. Plagues of ice-locusts, perhaps ( Read more... )

If food were sex, the chocolate bread pudding I just ate would be a three-way with David Bowie circa 1976 and Salma Hayek. And this is dorm food we're talking about. What would this confection be like when baked by a high-end professional chef ( Read more... )

From a comment I wrote somewhere in mychemicalslash:

"My theory is that Mikey's inhaler will keep getting written into fics even if/when everybody knows he's not really asthmatic because male vulnerability is a key element of slash fics (which is why everyone cries so damn much), and not being able to breathe occasionally is a wonderfully vulnerable ( Read more... )

So last night, Joe called me up and asked if I wanted to study together, I said yeah, and we went to the grad library and did so. 'Tis lucky he had that idea, 'cos otherwise I wouldn't have done any studying for my linguistics midterm (which is tomorrow). I've never spent much time in the grad library before; I now know that I should go there to do ( Read more... )

( I don't usually post quiz results, but this is incredibly fucking accurate. )

Now is time for the story of my weekend.

On Saturday evening, Joe and I went out to dinner at a really good pan-Latin restaurant that I forget the name of. Then we went back to East Quad, listened to some music, and messed about. I was scheduled to watch a movie (Born Into Brothels) at 10:00 with some people from my women's studies class as part ( Read more... )

Ungh. Great weekend. Long post later. Really fucking tired right now. Only the fact that I haven't updated in what feels like a really long time is motivating me to type this.

What a strange and wonderful night I have had.

It actually started around 2:30 yesterday afternoon, when I met up with Brian and Ben. These are two guys I knew in middle school, at my old school--Ben was one of my best (well, only) friends in seventh grade. Brian goes here and lives in Bursley; Ben goes to a private parochial college in Illinois ( Read more... )

It just occurred to me that if you translate the word "homeboy" literally into French, you get "garçon de maison." Which rhymes.

Yeah, that's pretty much it.

Wooo. Another Garg staplefest, followed by Ambrosia with Alex and Valerie (cinnamon roll, orange-peach Italian soda--I like to get a different flavor combo every time I have one of those), East Quad, silly short movies and internet things.

I am hyper-tired. 'Tis a weird feeling--I used to have it more often.