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This journal, at the moment, is slowly and steadily moving towards friends-only. I still post the occasional open entry, but right now it's mostly friends-locked. So if you happen to be reading this and not on my friends list, (oooh, stalkers!) comment and I'll add you. I don't *think* there's anyone else out there reading this, but on the off chance that there is, this is your chance.

So this is super late, but is anyone interested in a awesome free Slingshot 2009 radical datebook? The cover is dark purple with silver ink, and I'm totally fine with throwing it in the mail. (I bought it for a friend that I ended up not giving it to, and I already have my own copy.)

Slingshot info HERE.

p.s.- please ignore the timestamp on this entry. Bad habits. Yikes.

Right now, Carly is here with me in the new apt but we have no internet and no normal phone line. If you need to talk to me call her (after 7) or txt me.

Des

Yeah, I'm moving. If you want my new contact info, and haven't gotten an email, (Being that I don't keep an address book, and just randomly compiled a list, this is quite possible) email me and I'll send you the info.

Yay.

Can someone tell me if my friendslocked posts are turning up on their friendslists?

It used to be that you could see locked posts you were authorized for on anybody's flist. But now that seems to have changed. I think. I'm confused.

Arrrrghhhhh.

Kayto was put down earlier this evening. I am really going to miss that stupid, loud, obnoxious cat.

Can anyone explain to me why my new icon is visible in Opera and not Firefox? Technology hates me today.

gorgeous!
nights like tonight remind me why I sometimes love oberlin.
my shoes are full of snow, but it's okay.

"Very many years ago, the Bolivians were starving so,
They had rats as big as ponies there. They asked the Pope
To declare them fish.

We thank the Pope for granting us this wish.
When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish.
We catch them with a net, kill with the gun.
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done.

They didn't look like rats at all, but like some horrendous horse doll.
Still they had to eat this thing.
In gratitude, the Pope-they kissed his ring.

We thank the Pope for granting us this wish.
When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish.
We catch them with a net, kill with the gun.
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done.
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done."
-Rasputina

I had never really paid attention to the lyrics of this song before the other day. The best part about this song, of course, is that it's true- I remember being delighted when I learned about it in history class. It wasn't rats, though, but the amazing capybara. (It was a Lent thing.) A while ago, James and I were visiting Jay in Wisconsin, and we went to the zoo, where we saw capybaras. And by "saw", I mean I stood there, pointed and laughed hysterically for several minutes. (Oh come on! They're *so* funny looking!) The capybaras just crouched there silently, glaring at me, with a sort of "just you wait" look. You get the feeling they get laughed at a lot. Sometimes, when things aren't going well, I wonder if somewhere those capybaras are gloating and responsible.

Fencing was fun yesterday. I still feel impossibly slow, like one of those chameleons changing branches at the speed of nothing, and my body ignores me and I can tell I'm doing stuff wrong but not figure out what, but things are getting better, slowly. Fencing is a nice hideaway from the rest of my life. Mmmm. Nice and tangible. Carly helped me fix some glaring errors (point controlllllll) and provided that lefty confusion. Kiel, who can easily wipe the floor with me, let me play, gave me advice, and told me that when I stop with the self-deprecating comments, I actually do okay. Yay Kiel and Carly.

Because there's enough foilists, I found out I'm going to be doing epee in the NCAA, which is interesting. It's going to be extra special, since it will be user_undefined, ladywitch and me. (with all our events lately, I feel like we're slowly morphing into an evil girl gang...which of us gets to be Tura Satana?) I think epee is good for where I am right now- it's got a focus I think I need.

First I was primarily a foilist, then for a short, hallucinary period all three, then an epeeist, sabreur, then epee again, then finally I decided on foil.

Foil is my favorite weapon because it's this big game, all flash and mirrors, where half the skill is playing with your opponent. Tricky. A fun argument. Sabre is this pretty dance I can only do when I'm on the top of of my game, and epee is more focused, straighforward, shut-up-and-fence.

I can't wait until my mind catches up with my body.

So wandering around North Field at two in the morning, is wonderful, but maybe just for me, since I am one of those that still get excited by toads in unexpected places. Because I can curse it to the heavens the rest of the time, but give me just a minute of foggy-night-oberlin, and I'm so happy I don't want to breathe. I wish I could figure it out, because the rest of the time everything is a complicated mess, but biking in the rain or night fog and everything! is miraculously okay for a little bit. I know I'm a crackhead. The last time I was on North Field, Leslie and I were wandering in our pajamas looking for meteors. All I found this time was a toad, but he lived up to my expectations.

the world is a beautiful place

Did anybody else go out and run in the thunderstorm last night? It was so gorgeous it was just begging for participation.

I was biking home last night, and I saw I biker biking one handed, with an open laptop computer in the other hand. I'm not positive, but it appears they were watching a movie or something on it.

My brain is going to curl up and die now.

So, at work today, while straightening books, I came across this poking out of the Orwell section in "Fiction":



Oh, Oberlin.

I rode the Cyclone at Coney island for the first time today. It's reputation is well deserved. I felt death's wings fluttering behind me the entire time. wow.

my love is building a building
around you,a frail slippery
house,a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning
of your smile)a skilful uncouth
prison, a precise clumsy
prison(building thatandthis into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your mouth)
my love is building a magic, a discrete
tower of magic and(as i guess)
when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall
crumble the mouth-flower fleet
He’ll not my tower,
laborious, casual
where the surrounded smile
hangs
breathless


-ee cummings

god's terrible face, brighter than a spoon,
collects the image of one fatal word
so that my life(which liked the sun and the moon)
resembles something that has not occurred:
i am a birdcage without any bird,
a collar looking for a dog,a kiss
without lips;a prayer lacking any knees
but something beats within my shirt to prove
he is undead who,living,noone is.
-- e.e.cummings

Yeah, so a lot of my friends are posting that horoscope quiz. So, instead, I bring you my horoscope from the Onion:

Taurus: (April. 20—May 20)
You'll welcome a new life into the world next week, when a dimensional portal opens in your den and vomits forth an extraplanar pig-beast of astounding malevolence.



Mmmmm.....malevolent pig-beast.....