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Wooden bar makes climbing onto my roommate's slightly lower bed in order to more easily get off my own raised bed not as practical as I'd hoped.

Toilet clogged Wednesday night after making strange whistling/grinding sounds all week every time we flushed. Asked roommate who works at the Physical Plant to get someone to look at toilet for us. Apparently someone stopped by while I was in class yesterday. The toilet no longer makes noise, plus we now have a new toilet seat and showerhead which has really amazing water pressure. Slightly perplexed by the added bonuses, but definitely not complaining.

It's been hot all week, so I don't know why it only just now occurred to me to turn my fans on high.

Apparently the guys in the apartment across the alley want us to "wave and be more friendly and neighborly". Okay then.

I think I've done more homework in the past week then I did the entire time I studied abroad/the entire second semester of my freshman year. And it will only get worse. Christmas can't come soon enough. I already want to die.

Having a roommate with the same morning schedule sucks far more than I could have imagined.

I think VLC media player makes my computer run slowly, which sucks since I use it all the time.

I hate how I have to do laundry more often in the summer because I sweat more.

Every time I come back from class, I always start going to my old apartment. Conditioning is crazy!

I have this overwhelming urge to write Albus Severus/Scorpius fanfic, but absolutely no ideas for a plot, so ... I guess I won't be doing that.

Why is it that I can happily read fifty tabs of fanfic, but fifty pages in a novel for class and I want to kill myself?

On that note, I would fucking ACE a class on fanfic! Someone seriously needs to create that course. It could be like a media/lit/writing course, where you would read selected fics and discuss their merit and what makes it good or bad, and talk about AUs and why people write them and what we can learn from them and stuff, and then you'd connect it to the culture at large and the connections people make in fics, and then at the end instead of a term paper you'd just write your own fanfic and then your classmates would evaluate it based on what you learned in class. Okay, seriously, wouldn't that be awesome? You know you'd take that course!

Actually, someone just needs to start like 'Fandom University' or something, because then maybe school wouldn't suck so much for people like me. I mean, I'd actually have stuff to say in class if we were watching Doctor Who, you know? Intelligent, academic things to say too, because I actually have thoughts like that about it. Whereas I don't fucking care about post-colonial literature so I'm not fucking looking to see if water is a fucking motif because I'm just trying to finish the fucking book so I can read the other fucking book for my other fucking lit class so I can write the fucking analysis about fucking connections I'm making the fuck up because I don't actually fucking see any because I don't actually fucking care! See, school is clearly bad for my blood pressure. Fandom never makes me this profane (with the exception of The-Miniseries-Which-Shall-Not-Be-Named which totally doesn't count because that was out of PASSION not PASSIONATE INDIFFERENCE).

Why the hell am I a Lit major again?

I went for a walk this morning before class. That was cool. I wonder if I actually have the willpower to do it every M/W/F. I hope so, because I liked it.

I sort of wonder if I will ever get over my newfound passionate love of Kirk/Bones. I mean, I'm sure I will, but it's really hard to imagine at this point.

Also, it's really weird, because I really feel like I'm a lot like Jim in AOS (I'm totally Spock in TOS, there is not question), but then I came back to school, and I realized that my roommate and I are totally AOS!Jim and Bones (except that we're not in love): she's outwardly cocky and happy-go-lucky and rash, but I'm one of the only people who she lets see the more serious, fucked up side of her, and people think she's a slut but I know better; and I'm cynical and tough and practical and sarcastic, and she's always getting me to get outside my comfort zone and do things I normally wouldn't do and have fun, and I'm always stopping her from doing things that are really stupid. It's actually kind of crazy how accurate that analogy is. I still think there's a huge part of me that's like AOS!Jim, though.

I'm really excited about the new seasons of Merlin and The Sarah Jane Adventures. I mean, I have no idea when I'll actually have time to watch them, but I will make time, damn it! Merlin/Arthur = OTP! And one story in SJA features Ten[nant]!

I actually miss my family a lot more than I thought I would. I mean, I knew I would, but I just didn't expect coming back to school do be so damn hard.

Current Mood: drained

HI SAN DIEGO!

I am currently freezing.

That makes you my favorite place in the entire world right now.

*sigh* It's good to be home.

Current Mood: chipper

Dear World,

Why does unpacking suck so much?

Current Mood: hot

First, you should have two suitcases: one for clothes, one for toiletries. This way, if one of your suitcases is lost, either you or your clothes will be clean. Come on, you can't have it all. Exception: Deodorant should go in the suitcase with clothes so that you can keep them clean should you lose your toiletries. You won't really be needing it if you're wearing two-day-old clothes anyway.
Pull all your shirts out of your closet, hangers and all, and lay them on your bed. Remove hangers. Fold stack of shirts over once, and drop them into open suitcase.
Drop pants, shorts, and pajamas on top of these.
Shove underwear, socks, and any shirts or other clothing items you missed initially into any free spaces you find.
Do not, under any circumstances, fold your clothes in anything resembling a civilized manner. Folding clothes is for losers. You don't want to be a loser, do you?
Put all toiletries in plastic grocery bag. Tie closed. Drop into other suitcase.
Repeat process with any extra pairs of shoes.
Neither your clothing nor your toiletries need to be easy to access in the event that you might actually need to use them before unpacking. In fact, if getting a change of clothes is easy, you're probably doing it wrong.
Pray that neither suitcase weighs more than fifty pounds.
Depart.

Current Mood: accomplished

We had my step-dad’s nephew, wife, and kids over today, and it was so strange because even though the task of entertaining the kids fell to me after dinner, really, I was one of the adults. I was part of the adult conversation, I understood the adult conversation, and afterward the girl was telling me all about the trials that come with being in fourth grade and I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It was all so simplistic, so idealistic, so entirely naïve and wrong about the way the world works: wanting to get out of school as soon as possible, and thinking growing up will solve all your problems, and being most worried about having to pay taxes of all things! And I just listened to her, and thought wasn’t that me just yesterday?, and how did this happen?

But the strangest thing was that even as I looked at her and thought, You have no idea how good you have it: enjoy it, enjoy it, enjoy it! I knew that I wouldn’t really go back to that age if I could. There is beauty in the innocence of childhood, but I’m beginning to recognize that there is also beauty in the … awareness that comes with being an adult. Understanding now what I couldn’t understand then, finally appreciating the things they told me: don’t grow up too fast, don’t crave the responsibility, live in the moment, enjoy it while it lasts. There is a beauty in wanting to go back that you could never experience if you’d stayed.

I liked being seventeen. I sort of understood all this, a little, enough, enough to feel the ache of loss that is so terrible and so beautiful, and yet the remnants of childhood still clung to me, barely, just barely, gifting me with flashes of innocent hope, letting me believe for just a little longer that things would be all right in the end.

I wonder when you stop trying to hurl yourself forward and start wanting to go back. I wonder if you grow up the day you stop wanting to grow up. Maybe Peter Pan is the most grown up of us all. He knows that one thing other children don’t, even if he doesn’t fully understand it: to grow up is the least desirable thing of all.

Only it’s not, really. The pain of childhood is simple, straightforward: it hurts, and that’s all it does, and that’s all you understand. The pain of adulthood is a complicated, twisted, terrible, beautiful ache: it’s the good kind of pain, the best kind, shattering you and piecing you back together again, and even when it hurts you know, on some fundamental level, that it’s what you need.

There’s a reason adults cry during movies, a reason kids can never understand. We cry because we must. We cry because we know now what we didn’t know, what they don’t know, what they one day will know. We cry because sometimes beauty is so painful and pain so beautiful.

I cry because my life is one twisted, awful, beautiful, terrible, gorgeous, horrific, magnificent, fucked up mess, and when my heart is torn open and my soul laid bare, I know I wouldn’t really change a thing.

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Ummm... I think I may have way too much Star Trek fic to read, guys. Yeah...

Current Mood: embarrassed

Dear Step-Dad,

PUT ON A DAMN SHIRT! There has seriously been way too much 'DO NOT WANT!' going on in this house over the past 36 hours, and I for one am thoroughly sick of it.

Disgust,
Trinity

P.S. Maybe if we set the thermostat lower, we all could wear some more clothes. Just saying.

Current Mood: bitchy

It is a sad, sad day for BBC's Robin Hood when my three favorite characters are the Gisbourne siblings. And then Robin is dying, and not only am I not as upset about that as I am about Guy, but all I can think as everyone cries and demands, "HOW CAN WE GO ON WITHOUT YOU?!?" is, "Dudes, chill, he's not that cool. You'll be fine." And it's sad, because for the first two series, Robin was that cool. Like, if he had died at the end of series two, his gang freaking out would have been totally understandable. But then they turned him into a total asshole so it's like, I don't even care that he's dead. I'm glad he's dead. It's seriously no wonder they didn't renew the show. Should have stopped after series two.

How I Like To Think The Story Ends: A few days after Robin dies, the gang goes to sort through the rubble of Nottingham, and Kate is killed slowly and painfully in a freak fire. For a few minutes the gang freaks out, but her death lifts the evil spell she'd cast over them, and then they're like, "WTF, why did we even like her?" And then they all move on with their lives.

Since Nottingham has been destroyed, there's not much for them to do. Tuck, channeling the spirit of Gandhi like eight hundred years early, starts a monastery based on the principles of peaceful protest. Whatever. Little John goes off to find Alice and little Little John, promising to return if things start to get bad again. He lives a very happy and fulfilling life.

Archer and Much eventually get together. There's some angst at first, of course, because Archer is still a little rough around the edges, plus there's the awkward first time when Much accidentally says Robin's name, which sort of ruins it for a while. But eventually they push past it, and Much realizes that Archer appreciates him more than Robin ever did, and Archer is no longer alone in the world, and it's awesome.

Richard finally gets his ass in gear and comes back, and is all upset to find out that Robin is dead, and feels super super guilty, because he should. He finds out Archer is Robin's younger brother, so he gives him Locksley, and then makes him the Sheriff of Nottingham once it's rebuilt. Archer and Much live long and happy lives together, helping the poor and being an adorable couple. Also, sometimes Will and Djaq come to visit them with their eight adorable children. THE END.

Seriously, BBC. Do it right!

Current Mood: annoyed

[Error: unknown template qotd] When I was a kid, I always identified with Lucy from The Chronicles of Narnia because we were both the youngest and precocious and I wouldn't have been at all surprised to find a magical forest in the back of my wardrobe. In retrospect, I think there was more wishful thinking than actual similarities between us, but I still feel very protective of Lucy's character and have a soft spot for her.

The first time I read Harry Potter, when Ron tells Harry, "Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it's no big deal, because they did it first," that totally stuck out to me, and I always felt like I could relate so much to that aspect of Ron's character, that frustration of always living in other people's shadows and not being taken seriously for yourself. Actually, Ron might be the fictional character I do identify with most: hates school, scrapes by but is lazy, has cooler friends, uses sarcasm as a defense mechanism, insecure ... but loyal, too. I would do almost anything for my friends and family. So yeah, Ron Weasley is definitely one for sure.

And now, to sound totally pretentious and emo, there is so much about the Tenth Doctor that I relate to, particularly in Series 3 and 4. "I'm always all right," and "They've all got someone else," really hit me hard. I think he genuinely wants to be happy, but then other factors and things ... I can't explain it, but there are so many times when I watch him and I just ... I just get what he's feeling. I just know.

There's bits of others, too. Edna from Chopin's The Awakening and Nora from Ibsen's A Doll House both wanting to break free from the boxes society wants to put them in, but not quite knowing how. Nora especially is awesome; I want to be her. Valancy from L. M. Montgomery's Blue Castle because I live in my imagination more than in proper reality. Arthur Dent from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy because I know so well how it feels to be displaced and to not really know what to do about it. Also, Sirius from Harry Potter for reasons I can't fully explain even to myself. I've just always felt so connected to him from the moment he hugged Lupin in the Shrieking Shack.

There's probably loads more I'm forgetting, but this is already pretty long, so I'll wrap it up for now.

Current Mood: full

Haunted

The dead don’t haunt.

They lie beneath the ground, quiet,
Encased in their wooden beds,
Or else are caught in the wind,
Scattered ash and bone,
Slowly breaking down,
Slowly forgotten,
Until even their descendants
Forget they existed.

The dead don’t haunt.

The dead stay still,
Changing only in imaginations
Of those they abandoned,
Faults or virtues melting
Away in the faulty memories
Of the living.
The dead stay dead.

The dead don’t haunt.

The living do.

The living can change
And never change.
The living can return
Just when you’ve become
Used to their absence,
Disrupt your emotions
And tear open the old wounds
Before they abandon you again.
The living don’t let memories
Slip or idealize.
They prolong grief,
Block the forward journey,
Pop up when you take a step
And force you back.

The living haunt.

The dead have no ghosts.
The living are ghosts.
Unpredictable haunting specters,
Hovering in the background
Or flying forward,
Forcing you back
Into insanity, until death
Finally claims and captures them
Enclosing them in tombs
To haunt no more.
Death is final.

The dead don’t haunt.

The dead can’t haunt.
Only the living haunt
And are haunted,
Haunt others and
Haunt themselves.
They imagine they see the dead
In an object or another’s face,
And they dwell on it,
Turning the illusion over
And over in their mind
Until they are driven mad,
While the dead they imagine
Are haunting them molder
Beneath their feet, still and silent.

The dead don’t haunt.

Current Mood: melancholy

Take the first post from every month this year, and then take the first sentence of said post. Arrange them in order (i.e. Jan, Feb, Mar, etc.), and that is how your year went. Afterwards, describe if it was accurate or not.

So today I achieved one of my life ambitions and passed out. I have decided that my new pet peeve is people who think Texas is always hot. I am so, so sick of not understanding school. I OFFICIALLY HATE RUSSEL T. DAVIES! Am currently sitting in a uni computer lab. Dear Disney, Do you hear that? Words cannot express how happy I am that The Tales of Beedle the Bard is being published for the public!!! So I've been at school four days ... and the panic's come. It would not be a lie to say that my roommate has the coolest car on campus. Can we just talk about how adorable David Mitchell and Robert Webb are? "A Married State" by Katherine Philips. So I spent Thanksgiving with Kira and her family, and you know what?

This is actually a surprisingly accurate representation of my year, especially through May. I tend to use rhetorical questions a lot, it seems, and am probably way too invested in British television. Ah well.

Current Mood: worried

So today I was on Facebook and I randomly decided to click on the Wall-to-Wall between two of my flatmates from Scotland, and I saw this:

"By the way our random fricking frenchy [by which I take to mean that they now have a random French student living with them] is playing his guitar and singing. I mean the rudeness of it all. I want Trinity back!"

This made me ridiculously happy for reasons I can't even explain.

Current Mood: happy

So I randomly decided to go see Twilight with a bunch of my friends at 10:00 last night. I am exhausted now, but it was so worth it! Most of the people I went with love the book, but Amy wasn't there so I was able to be honest about how much I hate the books, so it was all okay. The only other lolfan was my roommate, who only knows what I've told her about the books, and thus thinks they're ridiculous. I sat next to her and we snarked through most of it (it was a virtually empty theatre, so we weren't disturbing anyone [except during the scene in Bella's bedroom A FEW DAYS AFTER THEY'VE FINALLY STARTED TALKING TO EACH OTHER, when Edward casually tells her that he's been sneaking into her room for TWO MONTHS ... at which point I gave a small scream, and my Twihard friend I was sitting next to snapped at me, but I didn't care because HE WAS SNEAKING INTO HER ROOM AND LURKING IN THE CORNER FOR TWO MONTHS, TWO MONTHS OH MY GOD!]). It was fun.

All my Twihard friends were disappointed, but ... the film was EVERYTHING I hoped for! RPATTZ, I LOVE YOU! BE MORE AWESOME!

Seriously, afterward everyone went on and on about how he wasn't pretty enough or charming enough or romantic enough or [adjective] enough, but ... Robert Pattinson is MY Edward! He played the creepy, semi-psychopathic, bipolar, socially awkward thing PERFECTLY! Seriously, "Spunk", be my best friend! We will snark at the Twihards and harass Rupert as he struggles through the books, and you can tell me all about how you got pissed one night after being stalked by fangirls all day and leaked Midnight Sun (this is my pet theory), and IT WILL BE AWESOME!

Also, I don't know if Kristen Stewart is just a bad actress, or if she got what RPattz got out of the book and actually meant to play Bella as sort of blah and void of personality, but either way, she is MY Bella, except about 500% less angsty and bitchy and annoying, and I love her for that! Oh Kristen! Oh Robert! You are both so lovely! Don't EVER change!

I seriously love this film, guys. I mean, as a film it's quite poor. (The cuts are so abrupt and painful! The special effects are sloppy! The soundtrack is so over the top it's hilarious!) But it is exactly what I wanted from film!Twilight, and I fully intend to go back for more!

Current Mood: pleased

A discussion about sugar content in beverages with my roommate's family (with a guest appearance by her little brother's BFF):

LITTLE BROTHER: "Ew, how much sugar do you put in your ice tea? That's disgusting!"
ROOMMATE: "There's more sugar in your coke than I just put in my tea!"
LB: "Did you see how much sugar you just put in there? No there isn't."
R: "Okay, try some of my tea and then try some of your coke, and you'll see that there's more sugar in the coke."
LB: "I don't want to try your tea, it's gross!"
R: *drinks some ice tea, then drinks some of LB's coke* "Yeah, it's --"
LB: "One is carbonated, of course it tastes different!"
R: "No, it --"
LB: "Look, you can't even compare them! One comes from a tree --"
LB's BFF: "Tea comes from herbs, bro."

Ahahahaha!

Current Mood: amused

You know what I really hate? I hate when I hate something, and then someone I really don't like also hates it, and then I want to like it just to spite them.

Also, the guy that my friend just broke up with is very ~~probably~~ ~~definitely~~ probably gay, and he had a (guy) slumber party at his house the night after they broke up because his roommate was out of town and he "didn't want to be alone", which ... like ... I mean, it's sad that he's heartbroken or whatever, but my god, man, strap on a pair! What did they do, eat ice cream and watch romcoms and trash talk girls? Yeesh!

Current Mood: busy

So I was reading

xlormp, and all the people on Team Christopher (and I am included on that team; Christopher actually makes me question my sexuality) got me thinking about all the Jacob/Bella shippers, and how stupid they are because if Bella hadn’t ended up with Edward, that would have rendered the entire first book completely pointless. I mean, even more pointless, since it was pretty much pointless anyway. But as far as I could tell, if it did have a point, it was basically, “OMG, EDWARD/BELLA 4EVER!!!!!111!!!!” So if, after all that, Bella ended up with Jacob, that would be stupid.

But then I started thinking about it more, and actually, I kind of wish Bella had ended up with … well, not necessarily Jacob (who is pretty awesome in New Moon, but then goes all Edward “I-will-get-myself-killed-because-my-life-is-meaningless-without-Bella’s-love-even-though-she-is-a-whiney-angsty-bitch-and-I-could-do-so-much-better” Cullen in Eclipse, which is way creepy, and also like Edward, he may or may not watch Bella while she sleeps. Also, domestic violence FTW [though that’s also one of Edward’s many negatives, so it doesn’t actually stop Jacob from being a better {though still bad} choice]), but someone other than Edward. Because even though from a narrative point of view, that would make the entire first book pointless, from a reality point of view … that’s life. I mean, how many people actually end up with the person they were in love with at seventeen? How many people’s “first love” ends up being “the love of their life”? How many people marry their high school sweetheart? And how many of those actually work out? So actually, I think it would kind of be brilliant if Bella didn’t end up with Edward.

But of course, that would never ever happen because reality does not exist in Stephenie Meyer’s world, clearly. And I mean realistic characters with realistic emotions. Obviously I expect vampires, and werewolves (exploding werewolves, lol!), and whatever. My favorite genre is fantasy, people. I get all that. But what makes good fantasy is an element of reality – the believability of it, if you will – and Twilight doesn’t have that. Twilight really doesn’t have anything – plot, realistic characters, good technical writing style, good examples of healthy relationships – except some unexplainable addicting quality I really can’t explain. I mean, I know this series is horrible, and I still kept having to slap myself to keep from getting sucked in to New Moon. Why is this, people??? Can someone explain it to me? Please?

On a related note, I’m super excited to go see the film with Amy soon. I could use some amusement in my life right now.

Current Mood: confused

"A Married State"
by Katherine Philips

A married state affords but little ease
The best of husbands are so hard to please.
This in wives’ careful faces you may spell
Though they dissemble their misfortunes well.
A virgin state is crowned with much content;
It’s always happy as it’s innocent.
No blustering husbands to create your fears;
No pangs of childbirth to extort your tears;
No children’s cries for to offend your ears;
Few worldly crosses to distract your prayers:
Thus are you freed from all the cares that do
Attend on matrimony and a husband too.
Therefore Madam, be advised by me
Turn, turn apostate to love's levity.
Suppress wild nature if she dare rebel.
There’s no such thing as leading apes in hell.*

*this was supposedly the proverbial fate of spinsters; apparently in the 1600s they thought hell was full of leaderless apes?

Current Mood: moody

First, let me say that this post isn't written to change anyone's mind. It's to vent, and to say what I work very hard not to say in real life. I make it a point not to talk about politics with people, especially friends, because I basically think no good can come of it. No one is going to change anyone else's mind, and at best what will happen is you'll bitch about the government and get upset, and at worst you'll get in a fight and get upset. So when political discussions begin, I keep my mouth shut and, if possible, walk away.

Last night I didn't have the latter option. A couple of my roommates and I were driving to get frozen yoghurt, and we started to talk about California's prop 8, which is the one that would ban same sex marriage. My one roommate, who isn't registered in California, saw a poster for it, and was like, "What are you voting on prop 8?" And my other roommate answered, "I'm voting yes. I'm saving marriage." And I don't talk about politics with friends, but I really wanted to say, "Saving it from what?"

The "sanctity of marriage" argument always makes me so angry, because frankly, folks, the sanctity of marriage was lost a long time ago. If you're going to use that logic, you have to be anti-divorce too, because divorce degrades the sanctity of marriage. And I can't be anti-divorce, because sometimes I think divorce is really necessary.

But sometimes it isn't and people do it anyway, and frankly, heterosexual couples have fucked up marriage well enough. Why not let someone else have a go and see if they can maybe do marriage better? Also, how is it going to affect your marriage if your lesbian neighbors also have a marriage contract? I just ... don't understand. Maybe if everyone just focused on their own marriages and stopped worrying about other people's, the sanctity of marriage actually could be restored and preserved.

Just my two cents.

Current Mood: cynical

Dear Panera,

Thank you for not playing loud, annoying, crappy jazz music. That could be irritating.

P.S. You internet speed amazes me in its nonexistence.

Current Mood: annoyed

Dear roommates/friends/entire student body of my university,

Shut the fuck up about next semester schedules!

Hate,
Trinity

Current Mood: aggravated

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