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June 15th, 2011 (11:39 pm)

Hogwart Love

Some facts about hogwartlove for the discerning LJ RPer:
1. It's just the one Hogwart, not two or more Hogwarts.
2. We're in need of a great many major characters, including Harry, Ron, and Hermione and ALL THE HUFFLEPUFFS.
3. It's fifth year, canon up to that point and we make it up as we go from there on.
4. Canon and slash friendly.
5. It's chock full of awesome folks. And one of them COULD BE YOU.

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June 13th, 2011 (07:21 pm)

[what i wrote last night but forgot to post]
I don't want to not be a student. I don't want this full-time job that I'm damn lucky to have. I don't want to be enthusiastic about teaching really rich third-graders to knit with really nice yarn. I don't want the highlight of my week to be beer and television. I don't want to trawl through facebook with a wide net and read carefully the flamewars about gender identity politics in the comments on my friends' statuses just because I miss a good argument. I don't want paying rent to be my main motivation for getting up in the morning, I don't want to want a girlfriend simply so I'll have someone to bitch at about work, I don't want to be this... whatever this is. Whatever it is, it's gross and I don't like it, it's been one day and I should just "give it a chance" but, frankly, fuck that, this isn't what I worked for, this isn't what I busted my ass to earn.

[update on the matter]
On the one hand, I am beat to hell, have had a three-hour splitting headache, and have to completely ignore the "camp philosophy" if I actually want any of them to learn anything.

On the other hand, I did get paid to play in a bouncy castle today. For like an hour.

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June 11th, 2011 (07:35 pm)

Graduated. Feeling weird about it. Laid out among a streak of papers on the living room floor, grading and idly checking with the rest of Cerberus about the logistics of getting stupid drunk tonight. I don't feel any different, except that I keep wanting to plan around when to get in to the department next week to check in with various professors while doing rewrites, and then I get caught at "...oh. right."

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June 2nd, 2011 (12:07 am)

one of the many great tragedies of higher educationCollapse )

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May 27th, 2011 (10:33 am)

Jim doesn't hate me! Erin actually wants my company sometimes! Life doesn't suck today, perhaps because it wants to make it up to me after yesterday.

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May 22nd, 2011 (01:10 pm)

I'm so full of feelings. And syntax. I'm too awful to function, doing normal human things like cleaning and laundry are three-day processes with crying and throwing things and I feel like a fucking teenager, this is ridiculous, I was supposed to grow out of this

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the generalization me and [redacted] have previously reached isthat The Camera Is The Boyfriend

May 11th, 2011 (08:42 pm)

J's new status message - Away 8:25 AM
me: [redacted] but that iphone video thing was really weird and cool
like your arm falling asleep and then you see the arm but can't use it
J: What thing?
me: my body
Joey: What iphone video thing?
I don't recall
And [redacted]
me: oh on monday night when we were all fucking aorund with [redacted]'s iphone, filming each other on it
J: Oh
He was [redacted]
He can say he doesn't [redacted]
But he can't be [redacted]
[redacted] me sometimes
me: that's not the point
the point is I'd never seen myself on film
and it was like my whole body was outside of me
like when your hand falls asleep and you look at it and you think "what is this weird stick of flesh attached to me"
"how did this get here, was it ever really mine? is there a difference between myself and that thing? what if there's not, then why does it look so alien"
Sent at 8:30 PM on Wednesday

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warrants no explication

April 25th, 2011 (02:49 pm)

She has the weirdest taste in bodies; she has perfectly reasonable taste in people, I guess, but the bodies attached are dramatic, non-standard, out on the fringes of the bell curve of acceptable. Perhaps she specifically seeks out these errant rocketships, but maybe it's just a coincidence, and the people she tends to like tend to, for unrelated reasons (or at least non-causal reasons), have these bodies. Or maybe the fact of knowing her makes one's body non-standard.

I mean, she also sort of likes non-standard minds, doesn't she? She tends towards the mentally ill and the genius (the groups do not always intersect, and some individuals, like myself, tend to fluctuate between the two without ever acheiving both at once), she makes claims about her loves' IQs (ridiculous and unfounded but still very flattering) and bemoans their instability. Is it possible that the errant bodies correspond completely with errant minds? It is hard to value her estimations with any illusions of objectivity or indeed any kind of objective reality, since she makes these claims about IQs and the attractiveness of certain women in sports bras, which are (largely) patently absurd.

I don't know how to sort her, insofar as I want to sort people. I don't, necessarily, want completely to sort her and leave her in one corner of the bucket. For one thing, it would be deeply unfair and uncomfortable for her; for another, I don't think it would be intellectually responsible to do so.

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poems: always a bad idea. oh well.

April 12th, 2011 (08:28 pm)

Confidential to the lead singer who broke the poet's heart a few years back:

Who the fuck do you think you are?
(Exactly who I told you were five years ago, it seems.)
Do you think you're famous?
(I told you it was inevitable)
Do you think you're gonna make a fucking difference?
(I always knew it)
Your new friends are gonna say in a month that they 'knew you when'
(They didn't. I did.)
They're fans. That's the word for them. Use it.
(We used to joke about this over beer and stupid dreams.)
Your talent isn't so remarkable
(You used to tell me I was better; I knew I wasn't)
Your fame is going to destroy you, you know
(No it's not)
And then you'll remember
because I'll be there to say

(I told you so)

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okay I just need to... yes.

April 3rd, 2011 (10:45 am)

-Socioling (should have done more reading, not going to.)
-Syntax (Perlmutter response due, probably should have handout in to J&J by then)
-tea and hieroglyphs

-Hieroglyphs (100 lines due, also figure out how to reduce credit load officially)
-Lang&Cognition (Skinner response due, also hella reading)
-definitely have handout done and revise presentation/practice

-Socioling (kids turn in proper reading responses (with short answers) (deal with the whiners)
-Sort out incompl. with Jim?

-hieroglyphs (who knows)
-meeting with Jaye (tell him the kids are whining)
-meeting with Arianna (yay gender things)
-lang&cog (probably a lot of reading)

-socioling (kids will continue to whine. not allowed to strangle any of them.)
-get on plane.
-land in milwaukee at 5am, two cocktails w/ spencer

-somehow make it across boston
-do an excellent impression of sobriety in front of other linguists
-take a bunch of ivy league kids out for pints, fuck 'em up

-then more pints and probably some grading

-fly home I guess?