Monday, September 27, 2004
Jumping into your moat. Splash.
I had such a long day... It stretched and stretched and stretched, and I drank so much coffee (like a litre) and still slept at every opportune moment rather than cracking a book like I should have been doing. I did get some reading done, just not the imperative stuff. I still need to read Twelfth Night, but I will do that tomorrow I suppose, because I need to rejuvenate myself with some sleep.
Elaugh is looking a little scraggly around the head. This worries me because that means she's been "snagging" on a lot of things, as she's not ready to molt yet (far from it, as she is still really luminous and iridescent from the first one). I suppose I'm going to have to be extra careful when I handle her, because I don't want any of her scales coming up. The occasional bent scale is inevitable, but I feel terrible if I find one and instantly blame myself, though I am not the one that loves to play "Tremors" and dive into things rather than carefully slithering and sinking into them. She just rears up and dives down, like those awful worms of lore, even like the gross ones on Beetlejuice. I think it's hilarious, but only if she's not scuffing herself up in the process. Stupid thing. I can't believe the little "surprises" she leaves once every two weeks either. My God! I understand that she basically shats out everything that she can't digest of the mouse, but damn, if I don't catch it right away it turns into a vile mess of bone/fur/mouse bowel nastiness. I'll leave it at that.
Two men flirted with me at the bus stop on my way home tonight in two seperate occasions within minutes of each other. Me: hair pulled half-hazardly back, falling over tired, bloated from two teen burgers too many and squirmy with a full bladder on the first day of my period. It was kind of special.
I had lunch with both of my favorite boys today though which was also nice. I sort of slept through lunch with Fenton a little bit, just sort of sitting beside him curled up and listening to him yammer on. The boy likes to talk, and I was able to muster up enough huzzah to say a few things, but mostly just watched him and listened with my face squashed into my bag and thus only one eye open, feet stretched out on the register. It was peaceful.
Lunch with Allan was nice too, as by that time I was fully awake and we talked for a good two or three hours until he escorted me to my film class. Film class was good, but despite the excellent sense of humor my prof posesses, I started getting heavy lidded again. We talked about the "Chungking Express" though which I totally enjoyed. God that movie is rad. Everyone must go see it, if only for the dialog alone, and I was able to rant about how awesometastic the dialog was until my prof told me to shut up with a pleased smile on his face. Not enough people in our class talk, unless you count the lummox in the back that repeats the last three words of everything my prof says that makes him laugh (the lummox) before he has these loud stupid sounding guffawing fits long after everyone else has stopped laughing. But at least you know he's enjoying the class. Alot. He does it during the movie labs though, which is annoying, though not as annoying as the Warrior for the Definition of PostModern Lit talking through the whole thing. That girl is the bane of my existance.
Speaking of girls, I thought a lot about them today. I think I am going to write an article on pansexualism, which of course is sort of unrelated to me thinking about girls, but psht. I am still curious about such things though. However, being charmed by the writings of Edna St. Vincent Millay and Sappho are not entirely justifiable reasons to jump into that. It's not that I wouldn't use it as an excuse to be curious about a sexual female bond, but I don't want to be disrespectful either. At this point though, I'm pretty sure it has less to do with any sort of sexual curiousity as it does with finding a mutual understanding and deep bond with someone, and I'm starting to wonder if males aren't too abrasive for me, or too unwilling to
try and figure me out. I want someone to want to figure me out the same way that I try and understand others as much as possible. I like knowing all about my loved ones, but it doesn't seem like a reciprocal thing sometimes.
So whiny....must get some sleep.
note: the treatment of men by the media that be...wot wot.
¶ 10:43 PM
Elaugh is looking a little scraggly around the head. This worries me because that means she's been "snagging" on a lot of things, as she's not ready to molt yet (far from it, as she is still really luminous and iridescent from the first one). I suppose I'm going to have to be extra careful when I handle her, because I don't want any of her scales coming up. The occasional bent scale is inevitable, but I feel terrible if I find one and instantly blame myself, though I am not the one that loves to play "Tremors" and dive into things rather than carefully slithering and sinking into them. She just rears up and dives down, like those awful worms of lore, even like the gross ones on Beetlejuice. I think it's hilarious, but only if she's not scuffing herself up in the process. Stupid thing. I can't believe the little "surprises" she leaves once every two weeks either. My God! I understand that she basically shats out everything that she can't digest of the mouse, but damn, if I don't catch it right away it turns into a vile mess of bone/fur/mouse bowel nastiness. I'll leave it at that.
Two men flirted with me at the bus stop on my way home tonight in two seperate occasions within minutes of each other. Me: hair pulled half-hazardly back, falling over tired, bloated from two teen burgers too many and squirmy with a full bladder on the first day of my period. It was kind of special.
I had lunch with both of my favorite boys today though which was also nice. I sort of slept through lunch with Fenton a little bit, just sort of sitting beside him curled up and listening to him yammer on. The boy likes to talk, and I was able to muster up enough huzzah to say a few things, but mostly just watched him and listened with my face squashed into my bag and thus only one eye open, feet stretched out on the register. It was peaceful.
Lunch with Allan was nice too, as by that time I was fully awake and we talked for a good two or three hours until he escorted me to my film class. Film class was good, but despite the excellent sense of humor my prof posesses, I started getting heavy lidded again. We talked about the "Chungking Express" though which I totally enjoyed. God that movie is rad. Everyone must go see it, if only for the dialog alone, and I was able to rant about how awesometastic the dialog was until my prof told me to shut up with a pleased smile on his face. Not enough people in our class talk, unless you count the lummox in the back that repeats the last three words of everything my prof says that makes him laugh (the lummox) before he has these loud stupid sounding guffawing fits long after everyone else has stopped laughing. But at least you know he's enjoying the class. Alot. He does it during the movie labs though, which is annoying, though not as annoying as the Warrior for the Definition of PostModern Lit talking through the whole thing. That girl is the bane of my existance.
Speaking of girls, I thought a lot about them today. I think I am going to write an article on pansexualism, which of course is sort of unrelated to me thinking about girls, but psht. I am still curious about such things though. However, being charmed by the writings of Edna St. Vincent Millay and Sappho are not entirely justifiable reasons to jump into that. It's not that I wouldn't use it as an excuse to be curious about a sexual female bond, but I don't want to be disrespectful either. At this point though, I'm pretty sure it has less to do with any sort of sexual curiousity as it does with finding a mutual understanding and deep bond with someone, and I'm starting to wonder if males aren't too abrasive for me, or too unwilling to
try and figure me out. I want someone to want to figure me out the same way that I try and understand others as much as possible. I like knowing all about my loved ones, but it doesn't seem like a reciprocal thing sometimes.
So whiny....must get some sleep.
note: the treatment of men by the media that be...wot wot.
¶ 10:43 PM
