I have Merlin in my head. I need to go, uhm, be productive.
DENVER, HELLO, I SHALL SEE YOU SOON.
math final--wednesday.
humanities paper--friday
beginning of best hol ever--SUNDAY
I need to catch up on my flist, i know. i need to check my flist.
...BUT QUICK COMMENT: I JUST GOT MAIL. FROM A REALLY, REALLY AWESOME PERSON. THAT MAIL? IS THIS HUGE PACKAGE. WITH A CD INSIDE. AND, WAIT FOR IT....COOKIES. HOMEMADE COOKIES.
*CAN DIE HAPPY*
Book: 2
Title: The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Author: Haruki Murakami, translated from the Japanese by Jay Rubin
Genre: Fiction
One-sentence plot summary: After quitting his job, Toru Okada loses his cat and then his wife and, eventually, himself as he searches for the two of them and finds much more than he’d expected, pulled into the web of psychics, demonic powers, and political games.
One-sentence experience summary: Makes sense enough of the time to be fascinating, and, despite its disjointedness and the unresolved subplots, manages to be memorable, if not amazing.
yep, you heard it folks. the last exam is done (we're not going to talk about what i thought of them because HI, DON'T CARE OK). once i sleep for around 80 hours, i'll be back with comments to people i owe and journal entries i've missed, emails i need to send people and letters i want to send even more, fic i'm dying to catch up on (and series i, apparently, really need to see),
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proverse stuff for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
caitlin_chan and SO MUCH LOVE FOR YOU ALL, REALLY. THIS WEEK HAS BEEN ALL SORTS OF BORING WITHOUT YOU.so sleep. really. possibly even before i eat because even if i'm hungry, oh my god i'm so tired.
now all i need to do is to go to senior lectures and graduation recitals. then? i'm a college brat, and off to the freezing cold with
_shades_ .can you say, oh my god, yesyesyesyes with me? because WATANUKI CAN.
cues, the stuff for proverse, and caitlin_chan, and, and...no. not going to freak out and royally fall apart. going to calmly get back to memorizing history.
'verse: rubric
characters: dante, gabriel
word count: 1721
notes: some of this is older stuff, parts of it are new. i...really miss writing these boys. one day i'll do more with them than just this, promise.
follow the link. if you can't read it, it's because i f-lock all of my writing, but leave me a note, join the comm, and i'll let you in even if it's all junk anyway ><.
In the meantime I'm trying to wrestle my brain back from
aoyagi and proverse. so far, it's been a series of failures.( our actors )
*flexes wrists* that was ridiculously fun.
In all? I think I'm coming down with something. It's probably mental too. Gah.
Will post more later, perhaps. Going to try and not think about anything for a while.
but first to add:
Meme gacked from
verloren1983 (who took it from so many people first, like Ai) because oh my god the fun.1) Make a list of 15 characters and assign each character a number.
2) Without telling anyone who's on the list or the character's assigned number, get questions from your flist about what they'd like to know about them, i.e. "If 3 and 4 were trapped in a cave together with only a blanket and a toothpick, what would they do?"
3) Post the list of characters and answers to the questions.
Characters taken from...EVERYWHERE. So go crazy on this one.
I'm itching to write more kay/deryn. But even more? Composing a Romeo/Mercutio manifesto IN MY HEAD. i can't help it...that essay i wrote so long ago is coming back to me. see what blind_go chats do to a person? is there anyone on my flist who knows if there's anything going on later today?
So yep, that's essentially it. A review for Gilgamesh (Stephen Mitchell style) will be coming up once I, you know, have the time. and get all this stuff out of my brain.
willnotwriteanepicaboutgilgamesh/enkiduw
edit: crap. my wrists? so much pain.
chaineddove!) but stuff leading up to it? Eh. This bratty kid took my notes as we were (obnoxiously) bitching at each other (as always), so I ran after him, hoping he'd give it back. He thought he was much faster than me so we got all the way from the sixth floor down to the library on four and he started weaving through the bookcases, running like a maniac. I lost sight of him and stepped into another aisle and he came barreling at me. And I got tackled, essentially, falling on my left wrist and hearing a nasty sort of sound. Now? It's bruised and a bit sore and it's a pain to type like this, seeing as I can only "hunt and peck.">>. Distinctly unamused, I tell you.
In any case, I'm going to try to sleep or something. If I can. That make any sense? Being so, so tired but not being able to sleep? It's torture.
So let's begin:
Book: 1
Title: Kafka on the Shore
Author: Haruki Murakami, translated from the Japanese by Philip Gabriel
Genre: Fiction
One-sentence plot summary: Fifteen year old Kafka Tamura runs away from home in order to either avoid fulfilling an Oedipal prophecy or find his mother and sister, and an elderly disabled man named Nakata directs his fate in the shadows, even if he doesn't know it.
One-sentence experience summary: A whirlwind of a read losing speed towards the end, but losing even more when the plot is resolved with one too many deus ex machinas to explain away with postmodernist eccentricities.
Read it? Interested? Anything to add?
Wow. I really can't believe that even though you have essentially an entire year and you've been teaching the same class for, what, thirty years? You can't find a way to cover all of your material? And so you have to mandate Sunday morning classes? But even better, you all have to have Sunday morning classes at the same time!?!
Most Unamused,
ellie~
Let's laugh at this, shall we? AP Biology: 9am-2pm, Sunday. Forget about all the double periods we have, we're so badly behind that we need a five hour sunday session from now until May. Sayonara, free time. It was nice knowing you.
...too bad I actually can't even attend those classes. Why? AP European History: 11am-1ish pm. "ish" meaning that technically we end at one but he'll probably go on teaching for another hour or so. Best part is? Neither teacher cares whether you have another class that day: you don't attend their class, you're getting tested on the material anyway. And even if doing well on AP Bio gives me more college credit, AP Euro doesn't teach out of the book. Or any book. In fact, sometimes? I think he's making some of this up.
</rant>
edit: today's ironic moment? the word of the day is repine.
Thank you, flist, for being a group of such damned good writers. For being perfectionists and hardworking and invested and by god, thank you.
In other news, I haven't slept a wink since Sunday morning (3am-8am). Huh. The not tired thing? Totally going to hit me later once the, you know, shots of espresso filter through my system. In other other news? I am trying very hard not to buy this reaaalllyyy pretty collection of Auden's works I saw in the bookstore today. Really. Really hard.
Now excuse me while i go sugar crazy.
*candyhappy*
Only it isn't. Actually, it tastes like nothing. I have no idea what went wrong. *headdesk*
In any news, I have today off from school, and half of yesterday I was off also. Yesterday I went to school for one class, Calculus (which was kind of fun but even though class ran for thirty minutes she only taught for seven ><). Well technically I had English and Psychology and Talmud and Torah but in all of those classes the teachers didn't feel like teaching. Now excuse me, but it's a bit rude to ask your students to come to class and then not teach.
That really annoys me. I just feel like I waste my time by even attending classes in which we talk about the merits of the SMART-board (and all the fun things you can do with it) when I could be studying for my AP exams or reading The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle which I have yet to finish. Am getting there, though.
But! It will all be over soon! Then I'll be able to complain to you all about how goddamn cold Chicago is and how hard my classes are and maybe even make
_shades_ come and have tea with me and we can whine together. Oh the fun.Slight more interesting news: collaboration with people is fun. Really. This project I'm working on? So much fun.
PS: I feel like every post i make I can tag with "school" That is so sad.
Anyway, today i decided not to go to school and paint my face blue and act all stupid and instead sleep and read books and speak to
chaineddove and bluemiree on aim which i haven't done in ages and it was fun, really. I still have to reply to watermelon_chic's email (oh god, the pictures are gloriousthankyousomuch) and finish a Nietzsche paper for psychology which is really dumb, but whatever. And by "whatever" I mean "I'm not going to rant about how annoyed I am by this anymore even if I really really want to continue procrastinating."In other news, stocks and the market make my head whirl.
~ellie out.
edit: blindgo round 5! I love reading what they put out--usually there's quite a haul of good quality work so the fandom never stagnates. *glee*
- ears open to::Mae: Crazy 8's
Thus, deciding to prank the really strict librarians in my school is funny. Putting iPod speakers in a corner and playing music so they get mad? Kind of funny. Pranking them by breaking into their office taking all of their personal stuff out is not funny. Especially when it's their family pictures and letters and books.
Anyway. Maybe I don't have the right sort of sense of humor. IN OTHER NEWS, I am wearing altogether too much blue. Am also not very amused by color war equaling sports. I fail at sports. I'm glad I brought a book. And speaking of books, and fans of Haruki Murakami here? I've read Kafka on the Shore, and was not that impressed. i mean, look it was a fantastic read, but looking back on it...i just sort of feel like it didn't get anywhere. And not in the Cortazar sort of way. They hail The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle as his masterpiece, so I'm reading it and so far not seeing "the next Pynchon" in him. Yeah, he's got great ideas. He's definitely a postmodernist and deconstructionist, but maybe (and this might be a cultural thing I'm just not feeling due to the translation) he's more "pop" than brilliance.
Maybe I'm a bit disappointed.
EDIT: Can we please please discuss how hilarious this is? I love the "We will try to do our best and not embarrass ourselves" attitude of the more academically minded/sports-challenged people of Chicago. I really do.
Ok. It’s been a long time. More than a long time—for me it’s almost been a lifetime and I’ve changed, a bit, and realized that the person who I was, blogging away with absolutely nothing to show for myself isn’t nearly the sort of person that I’d like to be.
So, almost a week after my eighteenth birthday, I figure that it’s time to change this. Hello world, flist, and people who still (vaguely) remember me and don’t mind the fact that I’m jumping back into the eljay world. (Really, it’s isn’t only for the fandom, but god, sometimes I love fandom.)
Actually. Speaking of fandom, I want to preface everything I’m about to talk about with this note: I won’t be writing fic. In fact, I’ve never written fic for a bunch of reasons, including that I’m really not very good at it (despite ![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
chaineddove's offer of beta-ing) and that I prefer writing my own stories and being terribly insecure that way. Plus, I don’t think fandom needs any more crappy writers. RL doesn’t either, but at least then I can pretend that my slightly dysfunctional postmodernist crap is something done out of admiration for Pynchon or whatnot and assume an intellectual sort of air. I know, right? The dorkiness.
Right. Anyway.
Thank you all for staying with me. I promise this time I'll be around here for quite a while, if you don't mind.
and get an external harddrive. Seriously.
So all my writing ever, as in that i have ever ever done is gone, which, okay, made me cry for ages and bawl and something like call Maaya and have her make me insanely crazy by basically telling me fic. And oh hello, this fic thing? HAS EATEN MY BRAIN. IT WILL HAPPEN. ONE DAY YOU WILL LOG ON AND SAY "OH, SHE WRITES FIC?" BECAUSE I TELL YOU, INFLUX.
International Slash Day! Because
last_imperatrix reminded me and, oh, hello, she made banners! Pretty:
& 
*squee*
THERE SHALL BE MORE LATER. I'm at a research place for forever and everyone here is strange. So I am too, but there is dorky and then there is OKAY HI, ENTER REAL LIFE.
there are people outside my door. speaking loudly.
very.
loudly.
OVER THIS LOUD MUSIC HI.
*seethe*
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