the word in language is half someone else's

I HAVE A JOB!

...like, through May, now. Not just "for another week". A job running a program that I absolutely adore, and—apparently—also teaching French in the charter school that's going to take over this site in a few weeks. Can we all say FUCK YEAH?

*twirls madly*

So, well, I, um. Never thought I'd be making a post like this? but for the record, every day is friending/defriending amnesty day around here, and I practice what I preach. The composition of my flist is really mostly a question of my attention span, and what kind of a fannish time I'm having on any given evening, and how many hours I'm spending away from my computer from day to day—rest assured, it's really not personal. Or, like, it is? but it's something that's personal to me, and really doesn't have anything to do with me disliking you. Seriously. I swear.

UGH OKAY NOW I FEEL LIKE A TOOL. Um. My teeth are fixed! celli recommended me a kickass old-man dentist who fixed the CRAP out of those fuckers, so now I'm able to...eat and talk and all that good stuff. celli, I want to shower you in baked goods! so you should NAME YOUR PASTRY. *plots*

Oh duh! and also I went to see a band called Empires tonight; they're pretty kickass. The internet was also there; the internet is pretty kickass too. Not very skilled in the matter of public transit, perhaps! but very very awesome. Also awesome: pancakes! milkshakes! being squished into a booth with the internet and being Loud Terrible Inappropriate people! Being Loud Terrible Inappropriate people generally!

Also, I got a teapot from my grandmother, which is badass in a rather random way.

Gah. I don't know, dudes: I really just want to deal with the next three months by waving my hands around and saying, "FOR REASONS OF PLOT". Why doesn't that work outside of fic, again?

awkwardness is: bumping into the professor of a class you've just (as in, seriously, less than ten minutes ago) dropped, and having him NOT ONLY smile and say hi, but also ask for your name, since he's "really going to make an effort to remember the names of everybody in the class, this quarter."

also, apparently the plague is back? Um. I don't even really know what to say about that.

me: *coughs wretchedly*
Abby and Allison: take some fucking mucinex!
me: *takes mucinex*
an hour: *goes by*
me: *continues to cough wretchedly*
AA: take some more fucking mucinex!
me: but i don't want to! and if it didn't work the first time, why is taking MORE going to help?
AA: ...
me: ...okay, so that was kind of stupid, wasn't it?
AA: YES.
me: *takes some more fucking mucinex*
half an hour: *passes*
me: *is really fucking stoned on mucinex*


...there followed a period of cavorting around the Walgreens being mocked by everybody ever, and then a VERY EXCITING DRIVE where they let me navigate but not sing, and then I got home and collapsed and now I am awake. And have sinus drugs. And am either A) still stoned, B) stoned again, or C) really just very tired and loopy.

so, yes. i'm sick and exhausted and loopy and if you don't come over here and tell me i'm pretty i'm going to mainline the first season of the west wing, okay? THERE I SAID IT. and i don't think that sorkin and cold medicine should be mixed.

(I'm going to go out and get textbooks at some point, but I'm pretty sure that involves me getting out from under my comforter and, like, putting on pants. PANTS SUCK WHY DO I HAVE TO WEAR THEM?)

This entry has been brewing for a very long while, and I still don't think I'm saying everything I mean to say, or saying the things I do say in entirely the right way - but I've been chasing this same set of ideas around my brain for long enough, at this point, that it seems worth it to grab the nearest trailing end and try to unravel it all.

First, though, two notes:

I do not want wank. I am all about discussion, because it's fun and interesting and Good For You (and Me) - but this is first and foremost a collection of my views, as informed by my life and experiences. It's my soft underbelly, friends – so, you know, disagree all you like, but mind the entrails.

I am not, nor have I ever been, an expert on sexuality. There are people who are! They are probably much smarter and better-informed than I am! And I feel like I'm reinventing the wheel, with this - but I also feel that, on these kinds of issues, we all have to come up with our own wheels, because these are so much questions of the individual and of identity. So, you know. Bear with me.

Good? Good.

( Hi, livejournal! I've been thinking about 'queer' recently, and what it means as a word in the world, and what it means to me specifically (and how those two are and aren't the same thing). )

The paper is done! and it wound up having a title, even - I can't for the life of me remember what it was, but it at least wasn't the slightly terrifying Luther/Locke OTP!.doc that is even now lurking on my desktop.

It is now 11 am, give or take. I will be at work, with some few interruptions, until 8h30 pm, making up the hours that I skipped when I was sick last week and working on the paper this week.

So - spam my comments! tell me about your life, ask me invasive personal questions, prod me about those stories I claim to be writing - whatever suits your fancy. It's going to be a long, long day - I would appreciate the hell out of whatever entertainment you can offer.

...if anyone has some good vibes to spare, please to be sending them my way?

(HINT: I'm the one wandering around in a bra and pajama pants, trying to translate phrases like "the sleeping bear dunes" into Arabic.)

Tonight, see, is the Evening of the Mighty Civ Paper, which started the evening as a scrabble of notes and quotes labeled where's god?.rtf. Right now, it's - 862 words? and needs to be at least 1000, and probably more like 1500. Which is fine! totally do-able! I have two whole sections written, and the third has all of the quotes I need (I think).

BUT. There are places in my notes - and in the draft itself, which is more worrying - that are obstinately refusing to be professor-appropriate English. At one point, I'm pretty sure I say that Henry IV of Germany sacked the fuck out of Rome - which, yes? but also, PLEASE GOD NO. And I think I called Joinville a stupid Louis fanboy and then edited it out.

But more importantly, there is this:

the state makes a safe space for the church, thereby enabling the Catholic Church to rock out with its cock out.

Which pretty much speaks for itself.

Or, in other words: I am so happy with the world, right now! I have a riverlight, the first season of Slings and Arrows, and a long weekend ahead of me. Could it all be better? Survey says: no.

Now: in a few months, I'm going to be in - you guessed it - BOSTON! At the MUSKRAT JAMBOREE, which will be splendiferous. And right now, I am filled with love for all humanity, and specifically for YOU ALL, so: meme!

Comment here and I'll tell you one thing that I like about you. Then go post it in your LJ and return the sentiment. You know the drill.

so, mm, yes. I just finished typing up the whole "things what I wrote in 2006" post, with coding and links and all...only to realize that I can't actually post it until the ds_ss reveals go up tonight, since I want to put that in. Mmmmyes. I am both beautiful and talented!

Still, I'll be gone this evening when all the well-wishing goes down, so: Happy 2007, everyone! May it be filled with joy and love and plenty of good sex (fictional and nonfictional, hopefully!). You have all been wonderfully good to me, and I love you in a sprawling, flailing, undignified sort of way. To list the ways and wherefores would be time-consuming and embarassing, so I'll just say: rock on with your bad selves, people, and here's me hoping to see more of you in the coming year.

also, because no year is complete without them: ( Resolutions! )

So, yeah. I'm going to be less of an antisocial dumbfuck! and also write more porn.

This afternoon, I finally dragged my family down to Powell's, which - god, that's totally my happy place. Books and books and books! and the sort of people that Borders had when I was small and it was still cool. (side note: I have t-shirts from Borders Young Readers Club, back when they still did that sort of thing. They rock.) Powell's isn't as enormous as I remember it, seeing as I haven't been there in several years, but it's still awesome and I still wanted to buy more books than would fit in my suitcase even if I left all of my clothes here. Managed to restrain myself, though, and wound up with three books of short stories - one by Isaac Asimov, one by Ursula Leguin, and one by Neil Gaiman.

Also - I don't think I mentioned this? - but my mom and Flatmate A conspired together to get me boots for Christmas, and I am as happy as a clam at high tide. Knee high! Black leather! Do not be surprised if you find yourselves suddenly unable to resist my charms.

aaaaaaand yes. I'm going to go read, now. Kisses to you all! See you on Wednesday!