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lierdumoaGood morning all. (I can say that because there are exactly 15 minutes left in the morning) It's Sunday. I went out and watched X-Men 2 last night (fantastic movie) and walked back to my dorm thankfully with no insane drive to write slash (although I did re-read my favorite Bobby Drake short-fic). Actually, I must say I quite like the het pairings in X-Men, and in some cases prefer them to the slash ones.
Heh -- funny (vaguely embarrassing) story. I went to the movie with Iz and Lisa. Lisa lives on my floor, so we hung out in my room for a bit before leaving. I went to the bathroom (which is inside of my dorm room -- my dorm room rocks!) and Lisa went over to see what I was doing on the computer screen. I told her "Oh, that's fanfiction...and it's kind of raunchy..."
I realized I'd forgot to mention something when about twelve seconds later I heard her cry out "Oh, it's *gay*!"
*...did I not mention that part?*
Yes, it's gay. I don't read Smallville het. The idea of Clark/Chloe or Clark/Lana is, quite frankly, nauseating, and none of the women on the show are, in my opinion, good enough or strong enough to balance out Lex's personality (yes, I have put a lot of thought into this -- I've been reading Smallville fanfiction for a long damn time). Besides, I'm sure anyone who writes Clark/Chloe or Clark/Lana is thirteen years old and can't write worth crap.
That's two people, now, who know of my secret life (as a slasher), who I've actually met. (I don't think I'll be telling Lisa my lj username, though).
I said something to Iz after the movie. I think I hurt his feelings -- mostly because Lisa was there. I think if it had just been me and him it wouldn't have mattered, but I embarrassed him in front of a girl, so to speak. Sure, he can make comments about me, but he'll never do it in front of anyone. I probably wouldn't care if he did. That's the problem. I forget that other people don't think like me. I apologized and said it wouldn't happen again. I don't think he believed me, but I actually am sorry.
Oh, what else. Few days ago I had to do what I think fondly of as the calculus problem-set from hell. Every problem was fucked up and hard. Hardly anything was just clearly doable. I think the goal of the problem set was for me to take every calculus concept I'd learned and apply it in the most abstract, bizarre, and otherwize fucked up situations possible. I was given the sort of problems to which I could honestly say, "There is absolutely no practical application for this." And for the record, I hate Riemann's sums. If Riemann were alive today, I'd hunt him down and shank him.
I'm glad, actually, that we got over Riemann's sums. It's one of my least favorite parts of calculus. Soon I'll be doing partial fractions and trigonomentric substitution, which I love (I know -- I'm a freak).
Oh yeah, and since I didn't have the chance to do this on the actual anniversary, I'm going to do it now:
I was awake when the 9/11 tragedy took place. I lived on the west coast at the time, but back then I used to get up really, really early for school. I was getting dressed when I heard it on the radio. For a while I didn't think the radio announcer was serious -- it sounded so outrageous. When I was done getting dressed I went out to the kitchen/family room of my house and saw the television. My dad told me what had happened. And it finally sank in.
I went to school as usual. School didn't go on as usual, however. In all of my classes we did nothing but stare at the television.
I was in my AP US history class when the towers fell.
We were supposed to have a pep rally that day, but it was postponed for week. No surprise there. Afterwards, nobody wanted to talk about anything but the news, including me. That was for about a week. Then I stopped watching the news. I got so tired of listening to Bush saying, well...I got so tired of listening to Bush.
I was sad, and scared. I used to live in what was probably the largest food-agriculture region of the US. I couldn't help thinking that if terrorists really wanted to hurt us, they'd strike somewhere like the place I lived in. Hitting the World Trade Center was supposed to fuck up the economy, but people don't need money the way they need food.
It seems weird to think that that was two years ago. Time moves so quickly.
That's all.
Heh -- funny (vaguely embarrassing) story. I went to the movie with Iz and Lisa. Lisa lives on my floor, so we hung out in my room for a bit before leaving. I went to the bathroom (which is inside of my dorm room -- my dorm room rocks!) and Lisa went over to see what I was doing on the computer screen. I told her "Oh, that's fanfiction...and it's kind of raunchy..."
I realized I'd forgot to mention something when about twelve seconds later I heard her cry out "Oh, it's *gay*!"
*...did I not mention that part?*
Yes, it's gay. I don't read Smallville het. The idea of Clark/Chloe or Clark/Lana is, quite frankly, nauseating, and none of the women on the show are, in my opinion, good enough or strong enough to balance out Lex's personality (yes, I have put a lot of thought into this -- I've been reading Smallville fanfiction for a long damn time). Besides, I'm sure anyone who writes Clark/Chloe or Clark/Lana is thirteen years old and can't write worth crap.
That's two people, now, who know of my secret life (as a slasher), who I've actually met. (I don't think I'll be telling Lisa my lj username, though).
I said something to Iz after the movie. I think I hurt his feelings -- mostly because Lisa was there. I think if it had just been me and him it wouldn't have mattered, but I embarrassed him in front of a girl, so to speak. Sure, he can make comments about me, but he'll never do it in front of anyone. I probably wouldn't care if he did. That's the problem. I forget that other people don't think like me. I apologized and said it wouldn't happen again. I don't think he believed me, but I actually am sorry.
Oh, what else. Few days ago I had to do what I think fondly of as the calculus problem-set from hell. Every problem was fucked up and hard. Hardly anything was just clearly doable. I think the goal of the problem set was for me to take every calculus concept I'd learned and apply it in the most abstract, bizarre, and otherwize fucked up situations possible. I was given the sort of problems to which I could honestly say, "There is absolutely no practical application for this." And for the record, I hate Riemann's sums. If Riemann were alive today, I'd hunt him down and shank him.
I'm glad, actually, that we got over Riemann's sums. It's one of my least favorite parts of calculus. Soon I'll be doing partial fractions and trigonomentric substitution, which I love (I know -- I'm a freak).
Oh yeah, and since I didn't have the chance to do this on the actual anniversary, I'm going to do it now:
I was awake when the 9/11 tragedy took place. I lived on the west coast at the time, but back then I used to get up really, really early for school. I was getting dressed when I heard it on the radio. For a while I didn't think the radio announcer was serious -- it sounded so outrageous. When I was done getting dressed I went out to the kitchen/family room of my house and saw the television. My dad told me what had happened. And it finally sank in.
I went to school as usual. School didn't go on as usual, however. In all of my classes we did nothing but stare at the television.
I was in my AP US history class when the towers fell.
We were supposed to have a pep rally that day, but it was postponed for week. No surprise there. Afterwards, nobody wanted to talk about anything but the news, including me. That was for about a week. Then I stopped watching the news. I got so tired of listening to Bush saying, well...I got so tired of listening to Bush.
I was sad, and scared. I used to live in what was probably the largest food-agriculture region of the US. I couldn't help thinking that if terrorists really wanted to hurt us, they'd strike somewhere like the place I lived in. Hitting the World Trade Center was supposed to fuck up the economy, but people don't need money the way they need food.
It seems weird to think that that was two years ago. Time moves so quickly.
That's all.
