i don't want somebody to love me
If I ever get to be a Sith witch, I demand to learn the skill that blasts the outer layer of my opponent's clothing away. It must make battles so much more fun. Also, I really hope said Sith Witch is not totally gone after that one battle with Anakin. Because then I'll be grumpy over the lost potential. Like the Twins in the Matrix Reloaded--fucking awesome, totally not enough screen time.
No, I am not done with Winesburg, I have not chosen my two short accompanying pieces, and I certainly haven't written my paper yet. So of course I'm halfway done with The Clone Wars now, and debating whether to just finish them up before I go to bed tonight. This is not productive.
Neither is
"They burned too brightly, your brother and mine," he said softly to the elf he never dared to call a son.
"Yes," he replied, words hoarse with sand and salt and sorrow, eyes dark with painful remembrance and the knowledge of grief to come. "The brightest always fall too soon, and are lost."
The singer smiled into the evening. "Perhaps it is as you say. Yet only turn to the night sky, if you lose hope; the brightest star shines in the west, and will never fade."
"Aye, and never return." Elrond turned away. He had seen enough of stars.
Okay, I'm either going to read now or sleep and get up early. (Psssh, like that ever works.)
If you're looking for a laugh, read this thread. If you're looking to be creeped out, explore the university's website. I almost want to infiltrate and be all subversive, but I don't think I could survive. All the slash would be filtered by their network hub, and I wouldn't be able to conform to their code of conduct for more than fifteen seconds. Hell, right now I'm wearing combat boots and tight jeans, my tank top collar is definitely more than "four fingers" below my collarbone, and I'm listening to a gay man singing the praises of casual sex. That's a stake-worthy list of offenses there, I think.