caffeine diary

I have so much work this semester. I really shouldn't be reading the Sirius/Remus, but I am, dammit, and you can't stop me. I need to enter everything onto my beautiful astronomy calendar and figure out just how many overwhelmingly evil papers I have to write. No big papers (thank goodness) but lots of little ones.

I feel like spamming LJ today, not sure why... I love Women in Philosophy. Best class ever. Hurrah! I love Dr. Owen in a purely platonic way. He's just wonderful. My classes are full to the brim of lesbians and PEGs (not, of course, that there's much of a difference) and I think I know at least one person in every class I have. It's nice being a junior.

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: :+:Do I:+:

Smoke? No.
Do drugs? No.
Have sex? Whenever the opportunity presents itself (not that that's something that happens very often, mind you.)
Remember your first love? Yes
Still love him/her? In a manner of speaking..
Read the newspaper? Nope. Ignorance is bliss.
Have any gay or lesbian friends? *snort cough wheeze chokes on spit* Uh, what was the question again?
Believe in forever? Yes.
Consider yourself tolerant of others? I'm working on it. Stupidity is hard to tolerate.
Consider love a mistake? For some reason, I am reminded of this lyric:
You can live your life in a thousand ways
But it all comes down to that single day
When you realize what you regret
What you can't reclaim but you can't forget
In other words, no.
Have a favorite candy? Chocolate covered coffee beans!!!
Believe in astrology? Absolutely not.
Believe in magic? Nope.
Wear hats? Yes. They're pretty.
Hate yourself? Only on dark nights and cloudy days.
Have an obsession? *randomly begins coughing again* Enough to fill several books.
Have a secret crush? Eh, the one who really counts isn't a secret.The silly adult/celebrity/fictional character crushes most everyone knows about (or would if they paid attention to LJ) and aren't really that important.
Do they know yet? Again, the one who matters knows. The celebrities know they have fangirls, and that's enough for me. The adults probably know or suspect or wouldn't really understand if they were told.
Collect anything? Letters. Fannish wallpapers. OTPs. Bumper stickers. Pins.
Wish on stars? Every night.
Like your handwriting? Well... it's not very neat. But it's mine.
Care about looks? Only in fictional characters.

:+:Love life:+:

First crush: Jeane & Sean's mommy, discovered simultaneously on the bus ride home in May of sixth grade
Ever been in love? Yes.
Do you believe in love at first sight? Nope.
Do you believe in "the one"? I will not answer this question with philosophy bullshit, I will not answer this question with philosophy bullshit, I will not... Yes.
Describe your ideal significant other? Obsessive-compulsive slasher, about my height, wears glasses, is incapable of feeling cold, reveals her dimples when she's plotting mischief, sarcastic, brilliant physics major, sci-fi addict, sweet and shy and romantic and absolutely beautiful.


:+:Juicy stuff:+:

Have you ever played a game that required removal of clothing? Nope.
Favorite place to be kissed? Wherever I'm being kissed at the moment
Have you ever been caught "doing something"? Nope.
Shy to make the first move? Yes.

:+:Are you a:+:

Wuss: Yeah.
Druggy: No.
Daydreamer: Oh hell yeah.
Freak: I leave this one up to the viewing audiance
Dork: Yeah.
Brat: That's my sister's job.
Sarcastic: Uh huh.
Shy: Defined by it.
Talkative: When I've had too much caffeine.
Adventurous: Not really.
Joker: See above, caffeine.
Flirty: Only online.


:+:Word association:+:

Rubber gloves: Janet
Rock: Hudson
Green: Soylent
Wet: waves
Cry: "Menace"
Peanut: Charles Schultz
Hay: stack
Cold: Ohio
Steamy: Mmmmmmm
Fast: cars and faster girls
Freaky: Friday
Rain: bow
Bite: Kinky


;+:Number?:+;

of times you have been in love: Eleven or two, depending on how you count.
of times you have had your heart broken: Twice in the way that really hurts. Twice more when Jeane died and when the ministerpeople left.
of hearts you have broken: One.
of people you would classify as true could-trust-with-my-life type friends: Three
of people you consider your enemies: None, since I escaped! I escaped! No more high school ever!
of times your name has appeared in the newspaper: Once or twice
of scars on my body: One, wear my sister pulled my earring through
of things in my past that I regret: "Forget regret, for life is yours to live. No way but this way, no day but today"