there will be feasting and dancing

Gone to the States.

Back in July.

xxx

But in other news, GUESS WHO GOT A MOTHERFUCKING FIRST.

Oh hell yes. Part 1B can suck my dick.

So yesterday this_is_my_name came to visit me! And we hung out and gossiped and bitched and generally had an awesome time, and then we went over to my friend's place for dinner around five-ish and stayed there for hours watching Lost In Translation and messing around with tarot cards, and it was all pretty awesome, and then we got back to my room at half past midnight to discover that someone had climbed in the open ground-floor window and picked up my laptop and camera before letting themselves out the door.

I feel like such a fucking moron right now, I can't even tell you. OPEN WINDOW. What the hell kind of idiot does that? I've got a fairly recent backup but there's some writing stuff I'm pretty sure is gone for good. Not that much - I would be in floods of tears if I'd actually lost all of it - but some. The only things that weren't backed up were my anime fansubs because they were too big. Goodbye, Hikaru no Go. I'll miss you. :( And now I can only get at the internet via public computers, so goodbye, pornfiction habit.

I'm not going to be around so much for the next month or so. Partly because I'm gonna be ON CHOIR TOUR WHOO and now partly... yeah. Just. Yeah.

this_is_my_name was really fucking awesome, though. She sat up with me until three in the morning until I calmed down enough to go to sleep. And she only called me a dumbass a little bit. ♥

My grades for this year come out today. Online, of course.

FML.

The Naked Time is the most awesome episode I've watched so far.

( :DDDDDDDDDD )

( 1.1: The Man Trap, or, in the future archaeologists will study polystyrene )

( 1.2: Charlie X, or, IN THIS EPISODE UHURA SINGS A SEXY SONG ABOUT SPOCK IN THE MESS )

HELP HELP I HAVE IT BAD FOR JAMES TIBERIUS KIRK.

Also I want sex slave fic. Nobody snicker, you all know me. Except that I want it to be like - okay! Kirk is captured and sold into slavery, everyone runs around like headless chickens and worries about whether they will get him back and if he'll be HOMG TRAUMATIZED when they do! And then when they finally do track him down and rescue him he's just like, 'You took your time!' Also he is maybe wearing an outfit sort of similiar to Leia's shiny space bikini in Star Wars.

And of course he is not traumatized at all. He has been having loads and loads of awesome sex with hot aliens who are extremely reluctant to sell him back. Because if there is anyone in the world who would enjoy being a professional sex toy, it is Captain Kirk.* In fact, possibly he hasn't even noticed that he's been sold into sex slavery. He thinks he's just been taken hostage. It makes perfect sense to him that all his captors seem to want to fuck him; that's what he'd do, if he had himself prisoner.

I have also been reading lots of Kirk/McCoy fic. Did I mention how much I love that this fandom hands me a BFFs pairing and a Best of Enemies pairing right off the bat? *hands* Now, you know, if only there were more than one major female character, that would be awesome.

*It was his next choice after 'space hero' and 'rockstar'.

Finally saw the new Star Trek film. Why hello there, shiny new fandom. I foresee a summer spent working through TOS. Any recs, guys? Good episodes to start with? Youtube links?

ohmigodohmigodthatwassoAWESOME

This comic makes me gleeface. I would totally read the story of the lady professor who takes a not-so-classy guy and turns him into a classy lady.

I discovered NetHack today. It is going to eat me alive. \o/

Also, a meme!

❝who do you ship me with?❞

Oh man, American Idol dude, stop being entertaining. >:( or okay don't but I feel weird fangirling someone when I'm not comfortable with the fandom's main ship. kris allen is adorable and married.why is that my line? idk, but it is. I only feel happy with slashing married folks in AU and to date I have only found one awesome AI8 AU.

Did I mention exams are finished? FINITO, you guys. Now I can read Big Bang fics! actually I read one this morning before my art and arch exam - &lyo;, btw - but let's just not mention that. More importantly, I can write again.

Pete said, "Woah." Mikey felt embarrassed and kicked at the curb. Pete tilted his head further back so he could look at all of the house at once. "You live there?" he said.

"If that's living," Mikey said bitterly, and then snapped his mouth shut. That was the kind of harsh, cynical thing he said to Gerard on the days when he felt bad enough that he didn't care about the way Gerard's face looked afterwards.

Pete, though. Pete just laughed. He looked out of place on the quiet residential street with its leafy row of trees down the middle and the steam-powered automobiles parked like overgrown beetles along the edges of the pavement. It was like he was somehow too small and too big at the same time; his laugh was too loud, and the top of his head was too low, and the t-shirt he was wearing was too bright. There was a gas-lamp shining with a clear steady light right overhead and when Pete smiled his teeth caught the light, which was just ridiculous.

Mikey's house – well, Gerard's house, really, and in practical terms their guardians' house – was the tallest and crookedest on the street, and built almost entirely from dour black stone with random blocks of white that almost but not quite resolved into a pattern – you could strain your eyes, standing there and trying to make them all fit. It had a clock tower, and a clock with a grand iron-and-brass face, which Gerard loved but Mikey hated. Gerard didn't have to sleep in the room next to the mechanism. While Pete and Mikey stood there together in the pool of light, the clock struck four chimes for the hour, and then started counting off the eleven. "Well," said Pete, "guess this is where I leave you, all the same. Come back and visit if the living gets too much." He chuckled.

"I'm going to be in so much trouble," Mikey said. "And –" he let himself remember the thing he hadn't been letting himself think about "- if Gerard's not back, then – what if –"

Pete touched his shoulder. "Then we'll look for him, Mikeyway."

"You'll...?"

"Just come and find me in the morning," Pete said. "Go to the docks, ask for Wentz. Ask anyone." He grinned. "Maybe not a policeman. For now you might as well go face your guardians. Get some sleep."

Mikey glanced up at the clock monstrosity. "Not likely," he muttered.

"S'that your room?" said Pete. "Yeah, I can see the problem. Well, at least you've got an excuse to stay up and worry."

"How did you know I was going to –"

Pete grinned. Mikey scowled at him. "Night, Mikeyway," Pete said, and turned away.

"Wait!"

Pete stopped on the edge of the pool of light and gave him an inquiring look. There were tired shadows around his dark eyes that didn't match up to his manic energy.

Mikey's mind went blank.

WHAT HI NOTHING TO SEE HERE.

Fail of the day: I lost my university card. I mean, I know where I lost it (well. somewhere between here and the faculty via two different colleges and a take-out pastry shop) but I am never going to be able to find it again today and did I mention I need it to prove who I am at the exam tomorrow?

I am just going to get there early and beg.
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I was listening to G.I.N.A.S.F.S. again today, and you know, looking back, it is actually kind of embarrassing how long it took me to notice that the lyrics went 'figuring myself out' instead of 'fingering myself aaaah'. It made perfect sense! The first time I heard it, I was just like *nods wisely* ah, Pete Wentz advocates anal!

...don't give me that look. It would be hot if there was a story where Ashlee pegged him.

History exam first thing tomorrow morning. My face looks like this: DDDDDDDDDDDD:

( obnoxious Christians, lying historians, lol laziest Cicero, and Spartan fail )

Oh fuck, BBB posting starts on Monday.

...I can totally hold off reading all the fic until 5 o'clock on Tuesday, right? Right?

You know, this Demosthenes dude is actually pretty interesting. It's a shame I didn't start rereading this set of lecture notes sooner.

Best friends, ex-friends to the end
better off as lovers and not the other way around
racing through the city windows down

and

born under a bad sign
you saved my life

Every time my shuffle throws up those songs I am like, huh, Pete Wentz and Mikey Way. Just huh. It makes me want all sorts of LOL STARCROSSED AUs where, for example, they cannot get married because Mikey is a lady of good family :| and Pete is just a dockworker with a sideline in rabblerousing. (You think I'm kidding, but I'm not kidding. In my head the Pete/Mikey Living On A Prayer/Uptown Girl AU is pretty freaking amazing, let me tell you.)

Actually, never mind that, I just want fics where Mikey is a lady of good family. I was going to make a list of People In Bandom Who Should Wear A Corset but then I realized it would be easier to make a list of People In Bandom Who Shouldn't Wear A Corset.

People in Bandom Who Shouldn't Wear A Corset
- Patrick Stump
-...?

Uh... holy shit. Whoever the person is who just gave me two months of paid time, a) omg thank you and b) would you like a ficlet or something as a thank-you? I will happily write you a drabble about anything you like right now.

So, right, if LJ is refusing to display things like the Messages inbox and the Edit Userpics page for me in Firefox (but not in Chrome or IE)... what, exactly, am I doing wrong?

ETA: Solved. It was AdBlock.

I made an introduction post at long last after getting a few requests for one, but I refuse to backdate it so it displays at the top. I DEFY YOU, WORLD.

One exam down, five to go. I've gone all zen about it now - I always do, after the first one's out the way.

Man, my flist is going off in all directions. Today I spotted Merlin, Torchwood, Star Trek, American Idol, and a little bit of bandom mostly revolving around the horrendous cakeface thing, which I clicked on once and then had to backbutton from fast because it triggered a variation on 'embarrassment squick' that I am going to call simply AGHWTF. I'm enjoying the variety!

less than twelve hours shit. I just found a note in my files that said 'beesting ploy' which I stared at blankly for some minutes before I realized it meant bee sting ploy and that I was not required to somehow discover what 'to beest' meants.

I keep wanting to write extended self-absorbed fannish navel-gazing nonsense, which is and always has been my last-ditch procrastinatory tool. no, self. must work.

OH HEY, I REMEMBER WHAT I ACTUALLY WANTED TO SAY IN THIS ENTRY. This year's remix challenge is open! I really want to participate (she said, mostly truthfully) but it's the worst possible timing for me. I am looking forward to seeing what comes out of it, though! It's open to bandom and Merlin and other shiny new things this year, apparently, so that should be super cool.

Epic space opera action romance of my heart, where were you when I was fourteen?

I'm much too suggestible. For the last few days all I've been able to think about is how much I want to write a space opera all my own.*

My first exam is tomorrow morning.

Apparently the internet is very fond of Ivan/Byerly? Which makes no sense to me, because I was shipping Ivan/Dono right through that book like a mad thing. Ivan kind of thought he wanted to marry her! And then she got a sex change and he was so confused! :DDD Also, I am rather surprised by the existence of Miles slash, as I have never come across a character who was more definitely the straightest straight in Straightdonia.
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* Seriously, can't stop thinking about it, I would base it on the Diadochoi, and what happens to a brand new empire when the emperor drops dead, except instead of continents there'd be planets. It would be AMAZING.

There are some things we are never going to see.

The great sculptor Phidias designed the Parthenon at Athens, but what he really got remembered for was the Parthenos - the cult statue of Athena the Virgin inside the temple, thirty feet high, and chryselephantine - from khrusos, gold, and elephantos, ivory. Her skin was made of fine ivory sheets stretched over a wooden frame. In the faint light from the temple's entrance her high, pale, distant face seemed almost alive, and every detail of her appearance - her hair, her helmet, her long dress, her spear, her shield - was made of solid gold that gleamed buttery yellow in the shadows. She wasn't just Athens' goddess, she was its treasury. 

Phidias' chryselephantine statue of the seated Zeus at Olympia was even bigger.

We don't have a single complete chryselephantine sculpture left, of course - not when the individual materials were worth a fortune and the gold, at least, was easy to melt down. Even the great ancient bronzes mostly haven't survived. When we think of ancient sculpture, we think of marble - clean, white, blank marble - and most people find it hard to imagine that all the marble was once painted to look as lifelike as possible. The bronze statues had eyes made of realistic-looking glass. They were made to look alive. People in the ancient world were surrounded by statues, walked through a small forest of them in public spaces every day, saw them at temples - but it must have been more like living in Madam Tussaud's than the British Museum.

I have been spending a lot of time today on Google Image search. It is not so awesome when you have written AZARA HERM!!! in your notes but have no idea what it looks like. (For the record: the Azara Herm is the only one of the ancient sculptures we have decided depict Alexander the Great which actually possesses an identifying inscription. It dates from the 2nd century AD, about 500 years after Alexander died.)
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I am sort of depressed about not getting to see the Cobras in London when they're there. I bought a ticket way back when they first went on sale, but then they rescheduled the show twice and ended up putting it about three days before my exams start, which, ahahahaha, no. Who knows when they'll be back? :( Somewhere in all the confusion I managed to lose my ticket, so I can't even offer it to anyone else.

I am still reading my old lecture notes. These things are actually gold, I keep finding doodles and coversations that I've forgotten about. For example, I apparently had a fairly long conversation with passinggo in a 4th Century lecture around mid-February. The high point:

FIVE WAYS BRENDON DIDN'T DECLARE HIS LOVE FOR RYAN ROSS ON VALENTINE'S DAY
(AND ONE WAY HE DID)

1. With flowers
2. In song
3. Drunkenly to Spencer
4. In bed with Audrey      I WOULD READ THIS   it was a difficult time for everybody
5. On stage

I think the lecture must have suddenly got interesting about then, because I never got around to adding the one way he did.

Also, a story I just told lorataprose, who told me to study by telling her about Greek boyfriends:

( the incident at Tegyra )

If anyone else wants to ask me about Something Classical, please do? I am glad to educate you all! Or, I mean, I will, when I get up in the morning.

Studying the fourth century BC is sort of like being in bandom, in that everybody is named Alex and eventually it starts to get confusing. 

ALEX TALLY
Alexander II of Macedon (grandad of the famous one, murdered by a Ptolemy) I'm calling him 'Johnson'
Alexander III (the Great) 'Deleon' (it's the hair)
Alexander IV (murdered when he was thirteen) 'Marshall'
Alexander of Pherai (tyrant of Thessaly) 'Suarez'
Alexander Polyperchonides (son of Polyperchon, the third and last regent to theoretically run things for Alexander IV) 'Greenwald.' shut up.

Also, did you know that in Massilia (ancient Marseilles) you had to fill in a form before you were allowed to commit suicide legally? Man, you guys, I am so sorry about these posts, but it helps me to get things straight in my head if I tell other people about them. \o?

ETA: speshope makes me laugh and laugh.