Slashy happy people

Last night, purplerainbow and I had a wonderfully therapeutic conversation about which of us is the most screwed-up-est, why I get a kick out of seeing Daniel Jackson/Hawkeye/Frodo/whoever in pain/state of angst/undress. We also touched on the subject of why human beings are crazy, whether anyone is 100% gay or 100% straight, and how the adorable the words, "No-one wanted to play" can be when said by the right person at the right time.

Today, ie this morning, was Physics. The exam was all right.. I don't want to talk about it. I was falling into dreams all the way through it...

cucharita gave me a birthday present, which I love. Two bracelets, one ordinary one made with red and black star beads, and another one, which is similar but has the little white letter beads, too - spelling out "Slashy happy people!"
Definitely the most original present I've ever received. *blows kiss to cucharita*

I walked home with Becca and Meg. I don't know why, but talking to them, I get the feeling I don't belong in their world now. Not that I ever really did, and not that I ever will any more. I mean, to take just a simple thing, like the bracelet I was so pleased with. I loved it, but they don't know the significance of it at all. Becca and Katrina are going to Tony's "Thank you for supporting me" bash. Once again, they were skirting the issue, or at least Becca was, when I was around. I wanted them to know I don't care, I don't, I don't care, not any more not ever again not ever.

Fuck. Another story, another time to tell it...

I love my new bracelet.

Something just came to my attention yesterday - Rubin has decided to close Heliopolis. I found this strange because on the same day as I volunteered to help with the new mash-slash archive, the only other archive that contains my fic is closing. Something is coming full circle...

Colleen says she and a few others are taking over ownership of Heliopolis at a new URL. It's strange, really... Heliopolis was/is one of the oldest archives on the net. Five years is a long time online.

I think I will enjoy this afternoon.

What now?

Finally got around to reading purplerainbow's last entry, in which she talks about having a dream with me in it...

[I'm a little worried about the sudden proliferation of people having dreams about me. kittysplitter dreamed I died, which was disturbing...]

Anyway, what did purplerainbow say? She said she dreamed about me crying into her neck - which I may have done, while drunk/depressed. Not sure about that. She also remembers reminding me not to bite her, which I certainly have done. Or maybe that's cucharita. Either I've bitten her, or she's bitten me, or something.

Why am I talking about this, again?

Ah, yes, I'm bored. I ought to have put all this in a comment, but because I am bored, I'm writing it out here.

I quite like being this kind of bored. It's not as if the world will end if I don't revise for Classics. Pompeii and Herculaneum and Athenian Social Life at the time of Pericles. I can do it later, methinks...

I might watch Hawk's Nightmare again. See if it gets any less disturbing.

Or... I could eat something. My birhday cake is almost all gone, which is a depressing thought.

So, what now?

Perhaps, get offline... and stop updating my journal just because I'm bored. It's like those people who eat because they're bored. I update my journal when I'm bored, that's my comfort food.