Sharing this, just 'cause it is TOTALLY a Giles-Scoobie conversation (dunno if it'd be Xander or Buffy, or POSSIBLY Oz if he were being really sarcastic--OZISLOVE), or possibly Chris-Tamara, because... well, I can see it happening.

British professor: I was walking around Oxford one day and I heard these two young lads, couldn't have been more than eight, say "bitches and hoes."
Student: Could you please say that phrase again?
British professor: ... No.

I loves my British.  Hmm. Junior year is definitely happening. Absolutely. I won't let it not happen. Maybe I'll just do five year Masters so I can have four years at my lovely MIT and still spend my junior year traipsing about the wilds of Cambridge, UK.

...Hi. This is your random, "Yes, I live" update. After my minor nervous breakdown of yesterday, I thought I'd put it up.

Now I just need to write a paper in about two hours, email it, be like "...Ooops, sorry, it's right here, forgot!" and go make a flashlight. Cool, huh?

EDIT: While we're at it, because I always forget to mention this: I keep seeing postings for "The Hush Sound," some band or other, on various communities and stuff. My reaction, EVERY TIME: ..."WTF? The Hush Sound? That would be... silence. No one could talk in Hush! ....Dammit, Buffy!"

Really sorry for the spamming today, but I'm... having a breakdown and thus chattering.

But I have a brand new song for you all. *Giggles* I LOVE THEM.

*Bows* Not mine, but... a good fit for me, no? *Grin*

Okay.

So.

Remember how I'm going to MIT?  It gets awesomer and awesomer.  I'll tell the story of my Not-Leatherman-Knife later today.  Once I'm back from Lucy.

BUT.

MIT: Betsy, Kendra, my new gayboy friend hopefully (I THINK so) who will TOTALLY SING OUT TONIGHT WITH ME AND DANCES IN LVB WITH ME, Kate, Kimberly, bunches of awesome new people.
Boston:  Andrew, loverly people.
Wellesley: Anjali and now KATIE AS WELL WHOOOOOOT.

It's like all my favorite old people (with the exception of Lizbeth) AND cool new ones AND even more I don't know yet! *DAAAAAAANCES*

MIT? IS MY LIFE.

DANCE PARTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

So...

Yeah.

I get excited about SEVENTY FIVES ON TESTS NOW. *Facepalm* I hate it. I was hoping for at LEAST a B on that test, but hopefully that'll pull my grade firmly up to the C range, and the ISP will help. Which is fucking GOOD, as I don't know ANYTHING that's happening now.

I'm also sick as a dog now.  Hacking up a lung, practically.  Argh. I don't need this shit, seriously. And I'm not really even hosed, and I FEEL like I am.  Kendra would laugh at me SO much.  *Guilty*

I want it to be fucking September already.

So I'll sit here and cough and cough until it's time for me to go to rehearsal with my group.

It's funny how much I really do like certain people at my school. And Tom's been nice to me lately. Like, he said goodbye to me once. It's nice, actually. Healing, in a way, to leave our old mutual sneering behind and work together to perform just once, for one small celebration of our lives we've shared for seven years with our friends.

I would never want to stay. I want it to end.  It's over and done with.  But... it doesn't mean that, in the end, I don't like them a little, and it doesn't mean that I won't think of a few happy moments with fondness.  There were good things that happened to me, the last seven years of my life.  There really were.  Friendships, parties, jokes, laughter, concerts, jams, trips, hijinx, pirate hats, power tools, gaffe tape, stories, worlds that came to life, and a lot of love.  A lot of learning to love and trust.  Maybe it hurt like hell in the end, and I learned why you have to be cautious about love, but...

But there was a lot of love.  And there were some really fucking wonderful things.

And some truly beautiful songs.

Not long now, people.  Soon.

*Listens to MIT a capella groups.*

Ye gods. It doesn't matter what I'm doing or what is happening, or anything.  That song comes on--it was on the disc of the MIT/Wellesley Toons, which I admittedly bought for this song--and I start crying and wanting to die.

I just... gods, this song hits me in a place I don't even know how to describe.  ...It's possibly somewhere in the small intestine, based on where I'm currently pointing. I think it's a little low for the stomach. ....Ignore my strangeness, really. I'm allowed to be insane nowadays.

Anyway.  I had a point for this post, really.  Just... the... sadness of this song is killing my soul temporarily. ...I wonder if I could write with Shia with this? Shia/Celadan being my shinynew OTP. They're... guh. They have problems, but they're LEGIT, and he sees sense when logic provides proof she's not a bitch.  I love Shia, the poor abused girl.  And CELADAN...! Ack, he's amazhing.

Before I go rambling on, I'll cut myself off.  Before that, however, in honor of the "Yes" button I clicked earlier today...

*Pause, then geeks out* First a story.  A New Year's Story.  I'll call it... The Story of One-Sided-Rivalries-Between-Schools.

(I fail.)

There was once a university.  Let's call it... oh, H University.  It was a fine old school of high standing, with ivy vines and old stones and a good reputation and lots of rich alumni and a "vard" at the end of its name, and a yard that rhymed with it very well.  Let's call it... H Yard.  So, it was orientation of 1990, and the organizers at H University thought "Wouldn't it be just swell if we put a plaque in our Yard and had our freshmen search for it? It'll build a sense of community and bonding, and when they find it they will present it to the president, and we'll accept it with great ceremony and full academic regalia, and it will be their acceptance into our wonderful world and university."

Pro: Lovely idea. Or at least suitably trite.
Con: Certain students of a rival university across the river--across the H Bridge, in fact, otherwise known as the Mass Avenue Bridge as H is an unspeakable word--heard about this plan.  They were, in fact, hackers. Hackers meaning pranksters, if you will. This school has a long tradition of hacking.

So, the night before the search was to be held, the students of this university snuck over to H Yard, searched out the plaque, found it, and took it.  The next morning, the president of their own university arrived at work to find a package on his desk.  This was before the days of Anthrax, so it hadn't been opened. So he looks at it, and looks at it, and opens it, and inside there is this heavy piece of metal.  It was left with this note: 

"We give you this small token in appreciation of your
years of dedication to our traditional Tech values.

We hope you enjoy having this little bit of their  tradition. It might
amuse you to know that the H Class of '94 spends an evening
searching H Yard for what is now in your hands. . . Please feel
free to dispose of the gift as you see fit."

And, of course, what else could the president do... but present it to the president of H University... with great ceremony... and full academic regalia... in front of the whole world.

Welcome to MIT.