I honestly had forgotten about LiveJournal (like, it didn't occupy a space in my conscious mind at all) until I saw someone on Twitter talking about how they got crap for having a four-letter .com address, and that reminded me of all the crap I got from people who wanted to do LJ roleplaying as EDG from Gaming Guardians, and then I thought, "Hey, I ( Read more... )

Edit 8/24/13: Wow, this was a terrible fucking idea. But seven years later I've finally matured enough that I can work with the responses I got, so I'm still immensely grateful for them, at least.

This is a form of personal therapy. I'll state that right up front so no one's confused about it. I am trying to fix myself.

Please read this. I ( Read more... )

My social interaction parser is broken, perhaps fatally so. I know that there are non-standard social interaction patterns out there - and by "non-standard" I mean "anything other than generic friendly behavior"; the problem is that I don't see half of them, and when I do notice one, I throw an error, stop interacting, and don't start interacting ( Read more... )

...to start a semester not feeling like I'm unwelcome and being an imposition everywhere I go.

This has actually been an overall-positive day. I turned my History paper in, did well on my Latin exam, and did my laundry (except for two pairs of jeans that wouldn't fit in the washer ( Read more... )

...is my utter lack of body confidence. This is why I haven't been to Fencing Club but once; I can't stand to put myself out there like that, not looking like I do. This is also a major factor in my not going to the athletic center. I don't want to be out there, exposing myself to ridicule that I know almost certainly wouldn't come ( Read more... )

Other people can influence how I feel, but I'm the only one who can control it.

I wish I could control how motivated I feel too.

EDIT: I've just stumbled over a most useful Latin sentence: nescio quid scribam. The textbook uses it as an example of a use of the subjunctive (scribam): "I don't know what to write". (Literally, "I don't know what I ( Read more... )

Self-loathing is not easily curable. It also festers if it's allowed to stagnate, which is why I post about it here ( Read more... )

+ I successfully argued myself into an 11/10 on the Poetry quiz from Tuesday. (I honestly didn't mean to. I just wanted to know why "the brown enormous odor he lived by" wasn't synechdoche ( Read more... )

Love (III)
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
Guiltie of dust and sinne.
But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lack'd anything.

A guest, I answer'd, worth to be here:
Love said, You shall be he.
I, the unkinde, ungrateful? Ah my deare,
I cannot look on thee. ( Read more... )