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Went to the Seattle Art Museum today. I really love that place; I should remember to go there more often. It's free on Thursdays, and open really late too. (Who wants to have art outings with me? *grin*)

In other news, almond butter on bread is really, really good. And kind of addictive. ...they had that really good tomato-basil soup at lunch. I really hope it's there for dinner. I am going to steal a whole lot of it and put it in my fridge. Yum.

Also, Katt called me on my cell phone five minutes ago and it took me two rings to realize what it was. Obviously I have to get used to this having-a-phone-that-works thing.

I watched the last ten minutes of the Miss USA 2005 pageant last night (don't ask. I was bored). I think Miss California was prettier than Miss N. Carolina (well, she had better dress sense anyway), but the thing that really scared me about the whole thing...they all looked the same. Really, they did. They did the last five parade thing, and Miss CA came out and I thought, huh, she's pretty, ok; and then the next one came out, and by the third one I was scrutinizing them all and they all look the same. Totally terrifying.

Overheard today:

*A teacher, leading a group of kids around: "Are you really that excited by naked bodies that you have to point and be silly?"
(Well, yes...why do you ask?)

*A mother, talking to her son (about me): "She's probably taking an art history class. Part of her assignment is to write things down."
( Gosh. Was I really that obvious? Hee. I wasn't even doing the assignment, either, I'd finished that. I was copying Egyptian heiroglyphs from a statue of Thoth, nerd that I am.)

*A student, as I was walking back across campus: "It's cold! This isn't spring weather! This is fall weather!"
( Haha, girl, where are you from? This is spring in Seattle.)
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My lack of words is made up by Augustine, today: for the school hallways, the late nights at Katt's house, the plays at the Bathhouse, the parties, the drama, the love. I found this quote yesterday and spent a good few minutes re-reading it and thinking, Yes, exactly.

There were other things which occupied my mind in the company of my friends: to make conversation, to share a joke, to perform mutual acts of kindness, to read together well-written books, to share in trifling and serious matters, to disagree though without animosity--just as a person debates with himself--and in the very rarity of disagreement to find the salt of normal harmony, to teach each other something or to learn from one another, to long with impatience for those absent, to welcome them with gladness on their arrival. These and other signs come from the heart of those who love and are loved and are expressed through the mouth, through the tongue, through the eyes, and a thousand gestures of delight, acting as fuel to set our minds on fire and out of many to forge unity.

-St. Augustine, Confessions, IV, vii
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I'm cold. My fingers are more likely to make typos when they can't bend as easily, but I have to keep the window open because it's just too stuffy in here otherwise, the air nearly choked me--it isn't the heat, really, it's the incredible materiality of the air. And I know that isn't a word, but...it's so thick.

this is whining. i needed to write it but it's stupid. )

In other news, in Washington state, it's illegal to have sex with a virgin, including the wedding night. So, basically, if I'm going to get any legally, I've got to move. (Not that I'm planning on it or anything...er...) More weird sex laws here.

"So you would do the same things today whether you knew you were going to die in a hundred years, or tomorrow?"
"Well...I wouldn't do my laundry." -Michelle, Kareem

"...something you had never done, that you would never get to do if you didn't do it today?"
"You're talking about sex!"

Ah, school...

(Edit: And then I put a piece of dark chocolate in my mouth, and a happy song came on. I'm still annoyed. But I feel better. Funny how that happens.)
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i'm torn between eternal disburbing optimism and the bleak, lack-of-feeling knowledge that bush has probably already won. i don't really know what to think. part of me wants to go storm d.c. and fix everything at once and part of me wants to hide under my covers for four years.
you know, my roommate is a bush supporter. she voted for bush, anyway. and i was thinking, because i don't hate her, i don't think she's evil or any of that--that would be supremely stupid, actually. i don't know if i have a point. i was just thinking.
i don't understand...i mean, i guess i do...but really, i don't understand why people DO horrible things. why people destroy other people and the environment &c...just why? it just disgusts me. it really does. (i know i'm not being specific or making any sense. i'm tired and my stomach hurts and i bloody well hate politics of all sorts right now.

also i want to write desparately but every time i try to put words on paper they come out wrong. the words aren't what's in my head...they don't describe the scene that unfolds itself like a personal film in my mind. it's frustrating. "i don't want to write. i want to have written." i hate it when that's true. i bloody hate, hate hate it.

...eg the mind often thinks of something terrifying or pleasant without enjoining the emotion of fear. It is the heart that is moved (or in the case of a pleasant object some other part).
...maybe i'm really tired and confused, but did aristotle just make a sexual innuendo?
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Hey. I was the only one who expressed interest in drama studies but Dr. Tadie had someone else read, because the part wasn't female. Pah. (No, I don't really care that much.) I have to say it was funny though..."who starred in a highschool play?" he asks, and Greta instantly shoots back, "TJ did." To which TJ explodes, "no, I didn't! You're lying, dammit!" And yet...he read anyway. Geez. Our class is really mean to each other, I've noticed...but as far as I can see, it's the sort of mean between people who like each other, in that odd way. If we really didn't like each other, we wouldn't be teasing. Ahhh, psychology...

And sensory overload from Broadway...glancing down a sidestreet to a block of businesses all in the same building; one being an acupuncture/massage place, one something else (clothing, maybe), one a piercing tattoo shop by the same of Scream. The sign reads:

acupuncture and massage

I have a great desire to write, and a painful feeling of nothing to say. History class beckons.
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As I sat at home watching the rain (beautifulgloriouswonderfulwetrain), I realized I don't have a raincoat of any kind. I am a Seattleite sadly remiss in my goretex duties. I don't mind get wet so much, though. Rain, rain, beautiful rain...

Also I finished my paper (my parents were very much into this paper, it was kind of funny)....it was frustrating and annoying to write but I like it in the end (and oh glory it's lovely not to have to write it tonight).

I spent Saturday and Sunday night at home (on the floor in the studio, under the shedding blue flannel comforter), and got better sleep than I have in a long time. I think the comfort helps, the fact that I know I'm home no matter what--the house is familiar, it's a big hug wrapping me around. This morning I woke up and dad drove me to school and I brought up everything I took back (halloween things, ooooh I'm excited), and by the time I'd taken a shower and was getting ready for class I felt so awake and so fabulous. I don't know what happened, but it was awesome.

And now I am going to be efficient and do my homework, yes I am.

"[...he comes up out of the cave] and sees...all sorts of [amazing] things...Miles Davis cds, and..." -Dan
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So I am officially a terrible bookworm now, not that I really expected anything else. Andy was over last night, ostensibly helping Danica with her math, but just sort of hanging out for a while. Danica got her jewelry box out to put something away and so we were poking through it, and Andy wanted to know which was the most expensive piece and how much it had cost (my lord she has a lot of expensive jewelry...). She said probably this ring (which was v. nice, I'll admit), and oh, three thousand dollars maybe. I sort of stared at it for a moment and the first thought that came into my head was "...think of all the books I could buy with that money!" Of course I had to go and say it out loud, and Andy informed me that I was a bookworm. The fact that I took a collection of lectures on Shakespeare off my shelf to read before bed was the clincher.
On the other hand, Erin completely agrees with me, so at least I'm not alone. (Hehe.) Bookworm and proud.

Had breakfast and lunch with people and am generally feeling like we are getting to know each other, which is a trite and dull phrase for what I mean. I mean that we can make jokes and tease each other, and we feel okay sitting down at tables with each other without asking permission or feeling awkward. It's kinda nice.

Tonight am going to the opera--Rigoletto. Er...cheery. We're meeting in an hour to go downtown and eat, a whole big group of us. Huzzah for free culture....*grin*

"How they [the Persian Empire] picked their next king is fascinating...and kinky as hell." -Dr. M.

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Firstly--a bit from the Aeneid that made me happy (oh the poetry):
"With that, her [Venus'] snow white arms went around his [Vulcan's] neck--
Gently, warmly. He tensed, then felt a burst
familiar of flame, a well-known warmth that pierced
his heart, then ran like a shock through all his frame,
as when the thunder rolls, the sky lights up,
and the clouds are split by jagged streaks of fire."

Also: Remember Matthew Shepard.

That's all....g'night.
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As much as the exam is breathing down my neck, I must admit the words are fabulous:

"Then back she went to face the crowded hall,
tremendous bow in hand, and on her shoulder hung
the quiver spiked with coughing death."
I mean, come on...spiked with coughing death? Awesome.

And this:
"Backward and down he went, letting the winecup fall
from his shocked hand. Like pipes his nostrils jetted
crimson runnels, a river of mortal red,
and one last kick upset his table
knocking the bread and meat to soak in dusty blood."


That is all.
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Need it be said again I adore my history class?

Dr. M: "The Americans aren't the first stupid people in history. Nor the Brits. And the Brits have been stupid a lot longer than we have." (Lizzy, I thought of you on that one...)

Dr M: (leaning over me, as he does often to us poor students): And so what had to happen [to the two kingdoms of Egypt]?"
Me: "Er...they had to unify them?"
Dr. M: "Two! Two! Two mints in one! That's Jesus, you know--two men in one. He's a candy mint! He's a breath mint! And they said, no, he's god--but anyway...."

Dr. M: "Yahweh! That's about as cool a name as you can get!"

Dr. M: "For the next three months I get to make you my clones...I wanna rule the world."
Amber: "Me too."

Dr M: "Numbers is not a Jew."

Also today I had lunch with Chane, Felix, Shannon and Shannon's sister, and that was nice, to talk to people I already knew. Yesterday I got a letter and a postcard from Allie and then finally the letter than Emily sent to my house, and today I got a letter from Claire and a postcard from Rebecca, so masses of mail making me v. happy.
Danica and I went shopping, and had feta cheese to put on our salads tonight, and brownies for dessert...mmm...plus other snack foods, because a dorm room is not complete without them.
And now, while all I really want to do is finish Howl's Moving Castle and then read Shoebox, I have two hundred pages of the Odyssey to read by Thursday, and about twenty pages of Jones for tomorrow (Atomists, so I should rip through that fairly quickly). Reading is getting insane...will get insaner. Cripes.
Other than having too much dressing on my salad and too much mayo on my sandwich, though, life is good.

Also, this is amusingly and dsitrubingly apt:

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Clothes:Long, super cool trenchcoats.
Powers:Dragon taming
Special Features:Wings
Sidekick:A wise-ass little demon.
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And for the other me (NCPS Elanor), also weirdly apt...
Generate your Anime Style by Jena-su
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For World of Cheesecake Lia:

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Weapon:Wrist blades
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The quizmakers know your soul....
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Dr. Madsen: "Slow down, slow down! You're going too fast; it makes for bad geography and bad sex." (On Greta talking about the fertile crescent)

Dr. M: "Give everyone a voice and what happens? Everyone talks. You know what that's called? Congress." (on the efficiency of tyranny)

Dr. M: "So what have you learned?"
Me: "That you don't know anything."
Dr. M: "Yes! And then you get older! And then we hand you a piece of paper proving you don't know shit! And we take ten thousand dollars a year for it!" (on the designations freshmen, sophomore &c.)

Dr. M: "I'm a Catholic. We don't read the Bible. We use it to press flowers."

I LOVE my history class.

And the second-years have challenged the first years to an ultimate game, tentatively for friday afternoon. Hehe...frisbeee!


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