So: I went to Bloomington today, because I had hideously overdue library books, and I haven't been in, oh, forever. I was happy while I was there. Now I have returned, and it is in the past, and I am sad. That I may self-medicate, I will now show you a bunch of pictures of my town. Well, sort of.

( HEY IT'S SOME PICTURES OF BLOOMINGTON WHEE-HEE )

Lee's lungs: "We need air, please don't smoke."
Lee's conscience: "You told Tarik you would quit."
Lee's neural synapses: "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT FUCK I NEED A GODDAMN CIGARETTE FUCK LUNG CANCER FUCK EVERYTHING"

I want to run away from my problems for 48 hours go home for the weekend ( Read more... )

( So here's the Christmas haul: two days late, a dollar short, but there and much appreciated nonetheless. )

( The shocking true tale of 2003. )

Good things that have happened since 7 November, which appears to have been the last happy Friday post. I haven't done these in a while. Anyway, this list doesn't attempt to be comprehensive ( Read more... )

So I sat for my L308 exam Friday, to which I was 10 minutes late because I got a goddamn traffic ticket (my first ever). Well, I suppose I'll have to call down to the county clerk's and see when I can come in to pay it, although why I should have to put up with a special schedule to pay it is beyond me, because they should be glad that they're ( Read more... )

Good things that have happened in the past week:

--forgottensanity sent me a Sadira-as-Mary-Sue e-mail which made me giggle uncontrollably ( Read more... )

I do not ever, ever, ever, EVER want to see another middle-voice Greek verb again as long as I live, although I know very well that I will see many of them in the years to come. Thank God I am not going to be a career Hellenist like Tarik. I don't think, anyway. What was it that Prof. Franklin was saying the other day? Oh, right--that most of the ( Read more... )

I have located and checked out Male Colors by Gary Leupp, which deals with homosexuality in Tokugawa Japan. This, in and of itself, makes the day a watershed for productivity. Now if only I can find The Love of the Samurai by Watanabe Tsuneo, which alas has been snapped up by some jerk on the faculty. (Jerk on the faculty: if you're reading this, I ( Read more... )

Okay. So: I completely suck at Latin grammar. I can translate but not explain why something has to be in the subjunctive. HELP ME APOLLO. I did manage to not wipe out when I was discussing indirect statements yesterday, but I still made a giant Valu-Pak (tm) sized ass of myself. I console myself with two thoughts ( Read more... )