As in all other times in my life in which I have to study, I am livejournaling instead. I only write in my LJ in times of extreme duress, because times like these make everything that is not studying seem to me extraordinarily beautiful and heartbreaking and, at the very least, more interesting than the pages in front of me ( Read more... )

for the sole purpose of using this icon.

Yeah, I know, it's awesome. Shout out to whoever the hell made it! Also, shout out to Tory for finding it in the official QuAA folder and not disposing of it.

I'm stuck in a rut of non-studying and really unproductive fretting about school that only a week without classes can fix.

Aforementioned rut has, however, led me to this culmination of everything strange and repulsive (and fascinating in that Ms. Tudor, semiotic analysis way) about the internet. What could this be from, you ask? Why, a whole ( Read more... )

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be a homosexual. What if we played that fortune cookie game where you add "in bed" to the end of the fortune, except for instead of fortune cookies we used the first lines of literary masterpieces, and instead of "in bed" we made it gay ( Read more... )

I almost got rid of the hell that is Persian Literature once and for all today. I was so ready to drop it, and had all these excuses about my surgery and my dying father and how I honestly can't speak Persian and I've been faking it all this time and blah blah blah.

But then I got to class and read this Shamlu poem, Aida dar Aine, or Aida in the ( Read more... )

Yeah, so this is probably mostly for medicinal_scent, but BREAKING NEWS that I had to share/rant about! I found a cover of that Joanna Newsom song "Emily." It clearly couldn't be anything but god-awful, but I foolishly had hope, and I'm here to dash yours. If there were any song that could pull through on lyrics alone, this would be it, but it's tragic listening ( Read more... )

Top 3 Kinda Sad Things That Do Not Distinguish Me From Anyone Else (Yet Bear Saying): 1. I am too old for the things that I secretly find to be dreadfully cool, like too much smoky eyeshadow. Ripped up shit. Asymmetrical black and white photography. Crazy hair. I used to think everyone was way older than me, and that when I got to be that age, I ( Read more... )

Bloggy (read: Embarrassing Fandom) Things That I Hereby Publicly Accept as Really Fun and Will Use, No Matter How Much I Get Made Fun Of, in Descending Order of Awesomeness:

5. OH HAI! Many, and by “many” I mean “all two,” of you may have heard my love for this already but it bears repeating. There isn’t a cuter and more hilarious way to spell ( Read more... )

I wonder how much time I used to have to myself, back in my old Blurty days, even before the term “blog” was used widely and we asked people to read our “online journals.” Those old high school entries were at least a little crafted, and some of them have a definite beginning, middle, and cleverly wrap-uppy ending. Before the time in which I could ( Read more... )

The subject of my last post was so long that it could be a Panic! At the Disco song. "I Write Long Song Titles, Not Tragedies"?

That is all.