Just an update from me, avoiding my Russian homework.

So, here I am: Sophomore at university, dying to leave. As horrible as it sounds, I just can't stand my classes anymore; more importantly, I can't stand my major.
I'll say it until I'm blue in the face: I love French. Lovelovelove it. But, sadly, I just don't enjoy the classes I have to take to get a degree. I'm in a horrible, pitiful French lit class, and a French film class. Both are nearly unbearable because I have the same professor for both... and she is also my advisor. In addition to that, she is a disorganised mess to rival the likes of me.
I have not received one paper back from her in my lit class, and have only received one from her in my film class (we've written 3 or 4 in each). Ergo, I have no idea how I'm doing grade-wise; as far as speech goes, well... Film is in English; and in lit, if you do speak poorly, you will not be corrected. She says "très bien" or "merci" when I speak, yet tells me I need "oral practice" (oh lol) when I see her during office hours.

Then again, my other French professors have been the same. I miss my high school French teacher who would beat you until you spoke correctly. That's how I made progress, as painful as it was. And now... Pfft...

Yeah, and I've decided to pick up Slavic Studies as a minor. I'm taking Russian now, and damn if I couldn't have some wicked Madame-esque enforcement. (In fact, she could help- she speaks Russian; imagine what I could do with her on my back..) My professor is a babe of a grad student, but his face can't help me speak Russian.
I can't drop my French accent in Russian: "université" = "oo-nee-vehr-see-tay" --> "университет" = "oo-nee-vehr-see-teht".... If you can't see the problem, it's okay. I was kinda just showing off some Cyrillic characters. If I remembered Linguistics I could explain the stops and ... things... that make my accent bad.


... Yeah, Sci-Fi is pretty bad, too. Not fun to go to. Not... fun...


So, that's school bitching. This has kind of made me want to do my Russian. :> Yay.

T_T This is a half-assed WIP that I don't feel like going back to.. even if I'm feeling in a romantic, Italian mood.. Hurm. The dialogue really needs work, but.. 'm lazy.
EDIT: FUTCH YOO, LJ MARGINS AND SPACING AND SHIT.

( Italy 1936 )

Weh. I ended up going to my art class and hating the dick of a professor. So I transferred into a Sociology class! Good show!

... Too bad I bought all the supplies ahead of time. Hooray! Now I have a huge-ass sketch pad to.. not be able to scan. But the utility knife shall, indeed, come in handy.

Have some Heydrich/Himmler!

( Between a rock and a sadist. )

Okay! Hello! I've decided to come back to Livejournal if only to use it as a backup art account. So, hullo, flist!

So. To start things off: ( Play me on, Domi-cat. )

I need to wake up in 6 hours for my first art class. Ho boi.

Okay, so I saw Valkyrie. It was WOW. Tom Cruise is bloody brilliant, as well as bloody gorgeous. Curly haired, one-eyed, German soldier?? *purrrrrrr*

I've said this before, but I'll re-iterate: NAZIS ARE ONE OF MY WEAK-SPOTS.

Even if they're not, y'know, actually Nazis. Tom Cruise makes it clear that he is not a Nazi. So do:
- Ken Brannagh;
- Tom Hollander;
- Tom Wilkinson;
- Bill Nighy;
- and the-guy-who-played-Mercer-in-PotC.

Except that two of those fellers were Nazis. Oh, Tom Hollander, how you betrayed me by being sexy and wearing one of those Nazi trench-coat-dealies.


Oh, here's incentive to everyone: TOM CRUISE HAS A SWEET LITTLE BOYFRIEND. Oh, Lieutenant Merchenhausenstauferlichtenstein. Or something.

Okay, yeah, I'm in a real slump. Sure, it's snowing real purdy outside but it's bitter cold so even cigarettes don't please me. I don't want to go outside ever again.

I'll just stay in my room and get fot. I have everything I need.. gluten-free banana bread, gluten-free ginger-molasses cookies, apple juice, chocolate hemp milk, soy egg-free eggnog, soy sausage... I'm set. (Yeah, I have a really weird diet. I guess I'm a gluten-free, milk-free, egg-free vegetarian. I might as well be vegan.)

So, yeah, back to dying.

I had a weird/awesome dream last night. Well, this morning. I say awesome because it made me feel fear. It was pretty much me and two sisters of mine (read: I'm an only-child, so they were, like versions of me) running away from Leatherface and some hicks. Who would kill us. And who did kill my two sisters. Then me, but it was like a video game and we got lives back. BUT IT WAS SCARY! I didn't know when I was going to die or when I'd make it away from the creepy barn full of hack'n'slash.

Sooo.. When will I begin my RaGAD fic?? Soon, I hope. I could say this weekend or over Thanksgiving, but that just won't happen. But how I want it to... *sigh* Oh, sexy young Guildenstern through whom I live vicariously..


Colleen, her boy Max, and I tried to watch Immortal Beloved last night but it kept skipping. BRAND NEW DISC, TOO! WTF GAZ? So, hopefully I can conclude my Arabic and watch it tonight. Because, damn, Gary Oldman is hot.

God, I used to be so anxious.. well, more anxious. I remember that I used to fear that my interest in a fandom would die. Whoa, wtf, I just have to let stuff happen. Wow, anxiety.

Speaking of which: WJFGDJGDJKGMGflhhjdfiogtjrsoitw9045jg.



Look, Putin is sexy with Sarko. *purrr*

No, not the awesome movie. Oh dear.. Oh dear.

I'm worried that I won't ever do anything ever again. How cryptic. But I'm unable to accomplish anything. I'm so upset. I'm so upset.

I could die and be happy.

WRA. I shouldn't be so pissed off right now considering things are a hell of a lot better than they were, like, 20 minutes ago, but still-! Spicy, painful, wonderful Thai food should be helping. Charlie the Unicorn 2 helped, too. So, okay, things are okay. But for a bit I just wanted to rip someone's head off.
( Mundane rant about how much I hate real people... )

I just need to cool down. For a bit longer. Part of me wants to sit in my bed and read Lovecraft, another part wants to write some RaGAD smut (it's my new/old obsession), ANOTHER part wants to draw, and even another part wants to .. buy Oreos and cigarettes and binge on that. I'll probably end up doing a mix of the four. Except write, because I never do that anymore. I have ideas, too, it just never gets done.



Aw, look, I forgot Rosie's glasses. It is Moderncrantz, after all. He needs his specs or he's blind confused by which century he's in (which he should be, anyway, considering Hamlet likely was not set in mid-16th century Denmark).
See, there's my plot-bunny of goodness: modern RaGAD with some noticeable differences.
1.) less existential crises, considering my focus in anything I write is character development and relationships (stipulation: as things develop into a more recognisable plot therein the crises shall roll)
2.) it shall begin pre-plot; as I said above, there will come a point where the plot of both RaGAD and Hamlet begins, once I've established all of the background;
3.) unlike Ethan Hawke's Hamlet, Hamlet will still be the prince of Denmark, albeit ceremonious... things will be circumstantial in accord with Shakespeare and Stoppard. Thus, the story takes place in Wittenberg (primarily) and Denmark. The only things changed will be the royal seat of Denmark (where is it today?) and ..
4.) Ros and Guil's origins will be changed; canonically speaking, our heroes were raised with Hamlet at Elsinore. This implies, of course, that everyone is from the same place and that Ros and Guil knew one another before Wittenberg. On that note, Stoppard doesn't suggest that R+G came from Wittenberg, but that's something else. OH!
5.) yeah, guess how old they are? For me they'll be as follows (at the start of the story):
- Rosencrantz = 20, being a first-year student and having taken a year abroad to France;
- Guildenstern = 19, being a first-year from a poncy family;
- Hamlet = fuck if I care... okay, 20, being a second-year;
- Horatio = 21, third-year;
- Ophelia = 18, first-year;
- and the rest of the "gang" will age the story requires (Laertes, though my favourite "main" character is in France, n00bs, so he is of little consequence)...

Once Hamlet Sr inevitably dies, Hamlet will be about 24, I figure. Not like a student in the 13th-16th centuries would be a "modern" student. WHAT I MEAN, is that canon!Hamlet would not be Mel Gibson, Laurence Olivier, or, least of all, Ken Brannagh. Maybe Ethan Hawke would actually be about age-appropriate.
EDIT: actually, perhaps Hamlet would have been older.. but the angst diminishes as he ages, ne?

Okay, so, where are we? 6? I think that that's it for now. Oh, well...
6.) there will be gratuitous amounts of sex, but we all saw that coming.


Okay, so there's my writing requirement for the evening. Shit, I have to make my schedule for next semester. Ughhh.. So I need to email my Arabic teacher and reschedule our appointment.. @__@ Eep, I just want to relakkkksss.

You, Livejournal... OPEN, SON!



I needed to come back. I think that I miss not having somewhere to store my thoughts. And that's what will be featured here: the contents of a real journal.

Sort of. With the art and fic and all that. So, here. Arts.



Guildenstern gettin' smooched. Aw.


So, yeah, I'm in university now. Wow. I started this journal when I was 13. Five years, baby! So, granted, I have a lot to talk about. Mainly gay things, but wasn't that always the case? Hmm.
Okay. More later.

Yeah, so this is the end. I think I'm going to turn off the netlife forever. Deviantart's still in the picture, though. This journal is officially

-CLOSED-

So, now that I'm sort of back to LJ, maybe I should start keeping a real journal. No one reads it anyway, so I should stop trying to please people. Journals are therapeutic? I should treat it as such, anyways. I'm sure Facebooks and Myspaces are therapeutic, too; they probably do more damage than good, actually. That's why I don't have one...

And yet I'm still damaged. No one likes to read about other people's problems when they whine, but I don't have much choice. I don't want to whine about my friends (or lack thereof), my job, school, or my eating disorder, among other things. But it's about time I tell someone my problems. And I shouldn't feel bad about revealing this, but I do.

It's my life... It's what it is. I don't know what I'm going to do sometimes; but I want to have my journal to fall back on.

Too bad I don't have the internet at home. :P <-- What the hell is that? That's not a cool emoticon..

Everytime I leave this place changes into a completely different site.

I hope LJ is still en vogue. Not like that was ever the reason I used it, but that means that no one will be here.

Not that I don't love everybody who can read this, but I should prolly make some new friends. Get in with some new communities, or something.

Perhaps then I won't have to deed historicalslash to anyone and I can admin it. Or maybe I will. Who knows.

When I started LJ I was on the brink of high school; now I'm on the brink of college. Coolio. But this also means that my oldest friends are almost out of college. Holy crap, I don't know what anybody's doing with their time!

ladymargaret, what are you doing? Wow, gosh.

Who loves Torchwood? Yeah, I do.
Who loves Les Mis? Yeah, I do.
Qui peut parler meilleur français que jamais? (Is that even correct English?)
Most of all daughtermestizo, why you no email me back? Hein?!

Oh well. Screw all that. Back to the world as the internet knows it.

Yes, this is LJ, huh?

Well, now that school's all done with (for now, le sigh) I can return to my first love: the internet. Despite the fact that I was just up in Cape Cod and I bought a million books on who-knows-what, I have been looking forward to coming back to the web and reading random shit. Like long-awaited fanfiction, and such; and paranormal things.
My interest in the paranormal has blossomed and I'm seriously nerding myself to death. @_@; Erp.

((*points up* And I luurve Tsubasa; anime and manga does not help me stay away from nerd.))

The point is that I'm back for the summer. For a while. Every now and then.

Now, WASN'T 300 THE SHIT?!?!?!

More, more, more- now! Ugh, I love blatantly Scottish Spartans; and that sexy Spartan... all of them... the one with the sexhair. And that little love-toy of his (who had his head...)! I enjoyed them. Mmmm.

And even David Wenham got an amazing [CG'd] body. Wow!

Okay, so...

Have we all seen this? (It's a link, by the bye.)



'Cause I think it's the shit. I am still dying from it.

Le Chevalier D'Eon?!?!?! WHAT IS THIS WONDERFUL DRUG?!?!
There was an episode OnDemand even though the first volume won't be released until Tuesday (I think?); dude, it really is the shit. Robespierre is even involved in it, albeit absurdly (as the site will mention).
Awesome-o-saurus; I am definitely going to take the money Christ will give me for carting her ass around no reason and buy this. *wibbles* Guh.
Oh, and it's nouveau-Rose of Versailles. D'Eon is totally his dead sister. What is it with the Japanese and historical France?

I think that I have broken my body.
I finally sat through Mirrormask and bought some other Neil Gaiman paraphenalia.
I haven't been to school in a week. Thank you, snow gods; and, yet, DAMN YOU, SNOW GODS!!! I can barely get out of my driveway and everyone freaks out because it snowed. A lot. Still...

Otherwise, nothing is interesting.

Oigh, what a poop day. But, seriously, I am thankful for the snow. Yes, thankful for all that snow which keeps Christ and I from hanging all day. I can't spend the day by myself, watching movies BY MYSELF...!

So. I have one or two little things.. to share... That have nothing to do with Good Omens. Oh, no, never.



Aww..


More aww. Awwwww! Schnake!

Okay, I'm dead. I need a little something to eat..

I am NOT supposed to be posting on LJ; it is now against my own personal rules. *groan* Why?

I just need to complain about never writing and needing to. Because. And how all my story-idea-plotline-sorts have token "sympathetic females" in them. Every one of them, like, ever.
That and the bitch is blonde; I repeat, the bitch is blonde. I know what that means.


Who is Brian Friel?

I still don't know who Brian Friel really is, but I feel like writing something before I start a paper of importance. I should write something lite and fluffy about a random pair of fops in some century or another (or the 18th), so I suppose I shall:

Once upon a time Peach Glockenspiel was in Bavaria (which wasn't really Bavaria until much later, or something; he was in the Holy Roman Empire, I suppose). He had long curls of fluffy-wuffy-copper hair, big eyes of poisonous-tree-frog green, the complexion of a person who is predestined to die from skin cancer, and did we mention he was on a hill? So as he sat on the hill which was cleverly placed near a waterfall of magnitude from which a cocaine-addicted detective could fall (OR COULD HE?!), he munched on some cock.

The end. That was great.



But what I really came here to talk about is how stupid the human being is. I do believe it is the dumbest creature on Earth because it's found so many ways to act out its stupidity; other animals cannot compare to the human because they simply do not possess brains large enough to think of these dumb acts.
Take for instance drug use: people inhale gasoline, swallow large amounts of nutmeg, and find various other ways to destroy their bodies from the inside-out all for the sake of feeling good.
Why are emotions so important to humans? Damn this taste of Eden; humans would be more willing to be zombies if they didn't know feeling. Or is that sort of like ....

Body > Zombie > Human > Human-on-drugs?
Is drugging oneself like giving a zombie "free will"? (Can will be free? Humans are not free from things like "conscience"...) New experiences come out of the body moving around; the same goes for a zombie beginning to think and truly feel; and I suppose the same goes for persons on drugs: they experience words no one has ever come up with, just as a zombie would not know the word "happiness".

All right, here's the rub: bodies exist, zombies in-theory exist (PVS), and humans are in abundance... So where is this organism of higher-perception?
Eh, bodies don't know where humans are, correct?

We have invented everything we know. Where is our proof of anything? And even, perhaps, where is our own pride?
As far as I can tell, Man invented religion and other reasons for everything... is it because of the responsibility Man would have placed on his shoulders that he must find another creation to pin it on? How lazy... how sly...

Then again, that Judeo-Christian thing's got a few good points..

Oh dear I do ramble horribly sometimes. I should partake in some of Man's nature and put my thoughts on something else...