Week in Review?
Monday, 30 April 2007 23:15![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
melayneseahawkDude, has it really been a week since I posted anything of substance? Freaky.
I can't even recount it all day by day. Saturday was Pride Prom, so I wenched up, put on my dom boots, and danced until I felt like my feet were going to fall off (three hours, almost non-stop). Then I went back to the room, changed into jeans, a t-shirt, and trainers, and went back for another half hour and then bugged a ride to the after party. My feet are fine, but my calves are still aching, though I have discovered that C gives really great deep tissues massages. Mmm.
Speaking of C, I think she's considering trying to hook me up with one of her friends. Oh dear. I should never have told her what I like in a girl.
(Also had a little bit of a sexuality crisis last night and today in therapy, but I'm better now.)
School-wise, I've registered for classes for next fall, though it's not set in stone, so I shan't announce anything yet. We're getting into semester crunch time, so I just turned in one paper on Friday and am up to my elbows in two other projects. One of them I don't actually have a group for yet, and the other one I might be doing by myself because my partner comes to class even less often than I do. I have exams one after another for four days during exam week, so that's going to suck, but the end is in sight!
Tomorrow I'm going to put up my Remix/Redux thoughts/recs/etc, but for now I leave you with one last poem.
Jabberwocky, Lewis Carroll
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
I can't even recount it all day by day. Saturday was Pride Prom, so I wenched up, put on my dom boots, and danced until I felt like my feet were going to fall off (three hours, almost non-stop). Then I went back to the room, changed into jeans, a t-shirt, and trainers, and went back for another half hour and then bugged a ride to the after party. My feet are fine, but my calves are still aching, though I have discovered that C gives really great deep tissues massages. Mmm.
Speaking of C, I think she's considering trying to hook me up with one of her friends. Oh dear. I should never have told her what I like in a girl.
(Also had a little bit of a sexuality crisis last night and today in therapy, but I'm better now.)
School-wise, I've registered for classes for next fall, though it's not set in stone, so I shan't announce anything yet. We're getting into semester crunch time, so I just turned in one paper on Friday and am up to my elbows in two other projects. One of them I don't actually have a group for yet, and the other one I might be doing by myself because my partner comes to class even less often than I do. I have exams one after another for four days during exam week, so that's going to suck, but the end is in sight!
Tomorrow I'm going to put up my Remix/Redux thoughts/recs/etc, but for now I leave you with one last poem.
Jabberwocky, Lewis Carroll
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
