i'm realizing that, if spun the right (or wrong) way, my life right now can be made to sound pretty dirty.
and i find it highly amusing. probably more so than i should.

second in-class writing assignment for fiction class is as follows:

two people who live together have had an argument and are not speaking to each other. show their interactions. do not explain what caused the argument.

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i think i must have had a fit of suicidal tendencies when i signed up for classes last quarter, because i think it very unlikely that i will survive through this quarter with the schedule that i have. let's just say 18 out of the 19 maximum units, 15 hours of work a week, fencing club, and swing dancing club. and classes start at 8am every. single. fucking. day.
bright sides:
i made chorus!
fencing!
writing fiction class!
fencing!
swing dancing!

film studies: my teacher is mad, and quite funny in that slightly nerve-wracking way because he might decide to be funny at your expense. he wears black suits and skinny pants and pointy black leather shoes and stands slouchily with his toes turned in, and is probably in his 50's. we watched parts of Mystery Science Theatre 3000 on the first day, so i'd say we're off to a good start.

spanish: will kill me by the end of the quarter. that's the end of that.

music theory: more or less the same as last quarter, but with a different teacher. same classrooms, even.

writing fiction: yay! the first day of class we wrote down 3 random things about ourselves, and then crumpled them up and threw them into the center of the room. and then we went home.
no, that was a lie. the home part. but the point is that it looks to be an awesome class.

chorus!!!!!: i finally get to sing again! it's been too long.


BOOKS. ARE. SO. FUCKING. EXPENSIVE.
sheeeeeeeite.

THEY ARE MAKING A MOVIE OUT OF THE GEORGIA NICOLSON SERIES.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*cries*
they will completely ruin the books, i just know it...i can already see the cheesy, cliche tweenagey acting/dialogue/music/everything. boooooo. i guess all i can do is hope against hope that they will pull it off. or i could just not see the movie. i'll figure it out once there's an actual trailer.

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just saw pictures of (some of) the cast. georgia girl...maybe...at least she has a biggish nose, true to form. jas...no. not at all how i envisioned her. and robbie looks much too young. buuuuut, i guess we'll just see. *crosses fingers*

Heroes: ( spoilies )

Finally got to visit my friend in Berkeley this weekend. The co-op she lives in is dirty and ghetto and amazing. Every single wall and door has a mural on it, or sharpie, or both, and there are people draped across sagging furniture and wandering through the restaurant-sized kitchen in pajamas eating soy yogurt and fresh papaya. I want to move there.

We wandered around campus and downtown for most of the day, went to thrift shops and tried on ridiculous 70's dresses, and I found the most perfectly broken in and comfortable lace-up boots that I did not buy because they were unfortunately $30 and I am a poor college student. Also went to Rasputin, where I bought a used DVD of Airplane! and she bought Pulp Fiction, each for $4.

That evening...

We planned to go to a party in the co-op up the street where one of our friends lives. What they didn't tell me until only a couple hours before it started was that it was a stripper party. We were hoping that our friend would get us into the party free, but apparently since he's some sort of elected official for the co-ops he felt like he should adhere to the rules or something, so we had to pay. However, none of us had enough cash handy. We ended up borrowing a couple dollars from various people and paying half in change. But the price was $2 cheaper if we went in costume, so...
My friend was set, having brought to college with her a black corset that she had worn for halloween a few years before, but since they hadn't told me it was a stripper party all I had brought with me were jeans and a tee shirt. So, she and I went questing through the "free" pile in the basement for something to turn into a stripper costume, and ended up coming out with a giant roll of silver bubble wrap, most likely left over from somebody's grow-room. I ended up wearing her black lacy tank top (which was too low for me and exposed the top of my conveniently white bra, but I suppose it just added to the stripper effect) and a corset, cuffs, and choker made from silver bubble wrap and stuck together with packaging tape. Highly classy.

The party itself was quite wild. We walked inside and up the stairs and you could feel a very distinct layer where the air from outside met the party air, which was about ten degrees warmer, laced with the attractive scents of beer and pot, and was humid with sweat. It's really quite alarming to feel so disgusting that instantaneously. There was a strip-dance competition in progress, complete with a stage, pole, music (sort of...it sounded like whoever was in charge of that aspect was probably a little worse for wear), and drunk, howling, half-naked people stuffing dollar bills into the dancers' thongs. Huzzah. Actually, it was quite funny to watch some of the people who, due to intoxication or arrogance or both, thought themselves quite good strippers, up until the point where they actually stripped off all of their clothing. Fortunately there was a sufficient sea of heads in front of us that we didn't have to be subject to seeing anything below the waist. One girl tried to climb the pole and ended up falling on her head.
After managing to avoid getting kicked out in the general evacuation before the more selective afterparty, we hung around in a tiny corridor packed with deafeningly loud, sweaty, drunk people and hazy with smoke and just sort of observed people being absolutely ridiculous, which was more entertaining than it sounds. I was accosted by a guy who appeared to be the party ringleader, who introduced me to his friend and essentially tried to set us up on the spot. And eventually we got bored and, as there didn't appear to be anything else going on, went home.

Thus ended my first experience at a bona fide crazy college party.
I quite enjoyed it :D

I wonder what my teachers think when I come into class late, snuffling, and covered in white powder.

final scene of the last episode of heroes = so wonderfully awful.
set-new york, slightly blurred camera, dramatic drumming, even more dramatic and intense peter-faces.
i watched it a few times.

halloween stories to come soon if i can be bothered...

did you ever have someone play that april fools' prank on you where you are given a drink in a cup with a hole in the side, so that when you raise the cup the drink spills all down your front?
well, let me just say that i have an april fools' joke in my nose.
only opposite, because i'll be sitting staring bleary-eyed at the essay that i am supposed to be writing, and then look down at my notes to read about some chimpanzee that has learned hand signs and my nose pours. what the hell??? it's disgusting!!

i think noses are poorly designed. and really, they're just not worth it. ok, you can smell things. fantastic. but what about when you get sick, and it gets stuffy or runny or both, or when you accidentally hit it and it hurts like a motherfucker, or better, smash it up into your brain and die, or when you get a strategically placed zit right on the very tip. and really, out of all our facial features, the nose is hated most. not many people consider their nose to be their best feature.

i say we recall the nose.

cecilia is...writing unscented flowers

for all intents and purposes, my nose is a faucet. except that i can't turn it off.
and i'm fairly certain that my brain is leaking out of it.

it's freezing in here.
and i'm hungry
and tired
and obviously getting sick
and feel the need to bitch about it.