December 5th, 2001

running, bomb tech

It's gonna rain

It rained yesterday, starting sometime in the night and lasting just about all day. I was thrilled with the droplets and the wind, and went water-skiing under my own power in the DeVry courtyard on the slippery when wet tiles. My heavy backpack dragged me down. Darkside laughed at me.

We're back to the old slightly violent friendship. He grabbed me by the throat (as gently as only he can) once, and then smashed my fingers in a one-handed and short bout of our game that resembles Mercy.

I'm glad we're close friends again.
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    whir of computer fan
running, bomb tech

(no subject)

If I were a work of art, I would be Salvador Dali's Persistence of Memory.

I am a surreal landscape composed of several disjointed and bizarre components. I like to keep an eye on the time, although the very concept is fluid for me. People are never sure what they are seeing when they look at me.

Which work of art would you be? The Art Test

running, bomb tech

Constructive Purposes

Putting together deskage. Wish me luck.

It's a chain of causality.
I want to install Windows XP on my system.
In order to do that, I must partition the hard drive.
In order to do that, I must burn all the things I need to save on my system to CD-ROM.
In order to do that, I must transfer them to Votania's box ENKI.
In order to do that, ENKI must be set up and running properly.
In order to do that, I need a place to put ENKI.
In order to do that, I need to set up the new desks I got.
In order to do that, I must assemble the desks.
I am doing that now.

Tell Darkside I'm searching for the horseshoe nail.
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Battle Scars

Wouldn't you know it.

Darkside tried the neck pinch on me. His nails are long, and he wound up scratching me, nice and visibly. They aren't hurting so much anymore, but they're nice and visible. I think I'm wearing color to school tomorrow, something with a low neck, to better showcase the way I bear the scuff-marks from Darkside's friendship.

No, pain in small amounts doesn't disturb me very much.
  • Current Music
    Celtic Confusion, the album At Long Last
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(no subject)

I am Matched Phrenology Busts.

I enlighten Norwegian glass bacteria with richly sponged hardwood thought processes. Four ripe metronomes ridicule my lucky castle of relief. My auspicious mercury rides level coral.

What erudite spheres reveal strata? The Utterly Surreal Test

Look away from the duck.
sad, greensad

Love and Sex

I feel like such an asshole.

I want to have sex with Adam. Making out heavily and having an extensive love life at 3rd base is wonderful.

Monday he had to look up the technical definition of "virgin" to make sure he was one still. (Votania says that from her point of view, if there are orgasms happening, there is no longer virginity involved.) According to him he still is; there has to be penetration in order for him to no longer being a virgin.

I'm a moody bitch, and I'm pitching a fucking temper tantrum because I may not ethically beg Adam to have sex with me. He told me his position flat out, and I will not lower myself to saying "Please, break your morals and fuck me." That would be rude. Inappropriate.

I can still want it, though. I can't do anything about it. I can whine and say "I want it I want it I want it!" but I can't ask Adam "Could you please have sex with me?"

It hurts every time Darkside has to re-affirm that he'll never date me or have sex with me or marry me. I asked him to date me once in January. He dated Votania instead. I told him I loved him once (I think in May) after he and Votania had broken up. We talked about it more on the phone later. He told me he wasn't available and wasn't interested. In a dream that immediately followed, we talked more yet, and he asked me to give him the six months to heal. So I did.

I gave him my heart on paper that day, six months to the day after Votania broke up with him. I don't know if he lost it, threw it away, kept it somewhere...

That was my last serious advance on him. I will never again ask him to be with me as more than a friend and brother as anything other than a joke.

( hurts...)

I have to keep smiling at him, or he'll see how I feel, and he'll say something that I already knew, something I don't need to hear again. We had a moment like that today. A.K. came up as I was chatting with Darkside. Darkside was in class, seated in a desk, and I was comfortably and sensibly perched on the floor.

Apparently I was down on one knee proposing to him, and his posture said he was thinking about it.

No. No, there would be no thinking about it. The answer is no.

Actually, Darkside said, there was reason for thinking should I propose. Should he make it gentle on me, his rejection, or should he make it absolutely plain to me that the answer was NO, as it always was and always will be...?

I didn't cry then. I laughed, smiled, ignored it, for the most part.

I remember, Darkside. When you say things that important, I don't tend to forget them. Why try to get me to cry again?

My hands hurt. I don't sparkle blue dots of energy off my head anymore when I'm upset and stressed. It all balls up in my hands and almost overloads. My hands hurt from it -- from crying, from intense sexual pleasure, from gods know what. When there's an energy build-up in my hands, the bones ache.

I want you to share my bed, Darkside. I would love to go to sleep next to you every night, to see your scruffy face and receding hairline in the morning. I want to relax with my head against your chest and feel you breathe, tune my heart to yours.... I want backrubs. I want long hours of quiet and significant talk, and I want physical contact.

Even though Raven has my heart, the long-term bonding section at least, the romantic variety....


thank the gods I've got Nephew to live for now.


Darkside? Do you know why I'm crying?
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    what is the sound of one heart breaking?