When Fuji started talking about the sinking of the Titanic, they knew the situation was dire ( Read more... )

I got my hair cut yesterday. It is a Chinese boy haircut. It pains me. :( The only thing it is good for, really, is cosplay. Much as I love Ryoma, this is not on. Pictures later after I feel marginally less traumatized. Maybe.

Hello, all- I'll be gone for a few days (until next Wednesday) visiting UVA and recovering some sanity in Myrtle Beach.

In the mean time:

Rec-Go-Round: Rec me one story you've written that you're proud of, any genre, here on my LJ.

Then go forth and ask the same in yours.So I have shiny things to come home to ( Read more... )

Today has been crazy- worked with the nose-picking kid who sings in the bathroom, attempted to like Calculus (failed), and I think I just chased Cathy away forever. ;_; BABY, WE CAN WORK IT OUT ( Read more... )

So I'm watching Atobe and Sanada do their Tango thing, and I can see where the shippers are coming from, but...

( unfortunately )

Prompts: "Mr. Shirvanian's 3rd grade glass", "a stifling heat-wave". Collective perspective assignmentThe heat came first from the blue, cubby-holed cabinets where we kept the art supplies. The crayons melted into red-blue-yellow puddles that caked on the carpet, where Mr. Shirvanian crouched and showed us how to make orange-purple green; then the ( Read more... )

I had the most fantastic nap yesterday. You really forget how nice it is to just fall asleep in the middle of the day (or before nine o'clock, even) after a few months of school. (Absolute bliss.)

Also, I've been watching movies at the expense of my Calculus homework- nothing that particularly struck me, but I've learned a few things. Breakfast ( Read more... )

Could anyone go here and take a look at the first stanza of section three? I've got an analysis/presentation of this poem due on Monday, and while I've got the rest of the poem nicely pretty much squared away at this point, this stanza is giving me headaches. If I'm reading it the right way, it seems too critical, too suddenly, and I'm at a loss ( Read more... )

Ever had one of those "Locked-Your-Keys-in-the-Car-While-It's-Still-Running" days?

Yeah. *dies a little*

So, any thoughts on this? I came across it while doing research for a Kafkaesque story (only A+ I've gotten out of Mrs. Sosely all year), and it really struck me as a Tezuka issue, though I'd love to see someone to apply it to any of the ( Read more... )

Today was all about the pudding. I wish I were exaggerating; there is pudding on my clothes and probably in my hair, and my fingers were all different colors from the food dye and this funny texture, too, from all the dried pudding on them and dsjaflkdj. There was PUDDING PEELING OFF MY HANDS. It's a good thing I don't remember who chose this ( Read more... )