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edajaram has been and gone. I am much desolated, or would be if I could think about anything other than pluperfect subjunctives. See her journal for juicy details. Some juicier than others. Here’s my version, in lengthy dialog form:
Wednesday, lunchtime
ME, 12:00: I have to go pick up my friend at the BART! Apologize to K for me if I’m late! Which I, oh, probably will be!
THE CLASSMATES: ... that’s nice. Sure.
ME, 12:17: RACHEL, WHERE ARE YOU?
RACHEL, 12:21: Here, dude!
WE: *hug*
RACHEL, 12:40: Dude, you call this walking distance?
ME: Erm... yes?
RACHEL: One of these days your crazy is going to kill me!
ME: Let me haul the big heavy suitcase uphill!
ME, 1:02: Am I late? I ran... er, walked really fast all the way across town! I’m so sorry! I said I might be late!
WHAT I WAS THINKING:Can you find it in your cruel monkey-and-ointment-worshipping heart to forgive me?
MY CLASSMATES: Dude, K’s not even here yet.
ME: *faints into cute little flimsy desk, very theatrically* Well, great. All that ... really fast walking for nothing. *fans self*
K, 1:05: *saunters in* Okay! We’ve got lots of new forms to learn today...
EVERYBODY: EUGEPAE!
Wednesday, 4:00 pm
ME: Um, K? I’m really sorry, but I’m going to have to miss tomorrow afternoon. I know we’re doing the UNIT OF SCARY LATIN DOOM, and you said to pick any other day of the entire summer to miss as long as it wasn’t the day we’re doing the UNIT OF SCARY LATIN DOOM, and that it’s incredibly important that everybody be there, and I’ll study extra hard and talk to J and A tomorrow before class -
K: *indecipherable look* I’msureyou’llbejustfine.
ME: Well, great, then. See ya!
RACHEL, 4:30: Ooh, shiny boots!
ME: Yes, but what exactly is the point of all those buckles?
RACHEL: Let me find a salesperson! I want shiny boots!
ME, 4:50: ... oh. That’s why all the buckles.
RACHEL: I am going to Japan!
Thursday, lunchtime
ME, 12:00: See y’all, suckers! I’m doomed.
RACHEL: MUA-HAHAHA. We dress up! Here, have some pants. And combat boots. You do WHAT with those now? Well, whatever works. PUT THAT BACK ON, YOU WIMP! Is my skirt too long? Aha! My trusty safety pins!
ME: *whimper*
RACHEL: Do that thing with the eyeliner you did that you borrowed from that show when we were doing that thing with the stuff at that place that one time for me. Please?
ME: Yay! *goes to Eyeliner Town*
ME, 2:30: This was a BAD idea.
The two or three incidents encompassed by the previous statement are chronicled more fully in Rachel’s journal, although I would like to note that “tic” does not, in fact, have a “k” in it.
PEOPLE ON BART: *give us weird looks*
ME: This is Berkeley, wtf? They should be used to cheery pseudo-Goth weirdoes riding the subway in broad daylight. *attempts to use Latin vocab in lieu of tarot cards*
RACHEL: ... I AM GOING TO JAPAN!
RACHEL, six hours later: It is bloody freezing!!!!! We’re in California! It’s supposed to be WARM, DAMMIT!
ME: *drags nose out of Jones & Sidwell* This is the Bay Area. What did you expect?
RACHEL: ... warm? This is not warm!
ME: You do have a point.
SOME JAPANESE GUY RUNNING AROUND WITH CAMCORDER: Smile! How are you?
SOME-ODD HUNDRED PEOPLE, aka EVERYBODY: We’re FREAKING COLD!
THE CAMCORDER GUY: Yay! *dances away*
ME: omg, there really are scary fanboys. Is he going to turn into a giant robotic cat or something?
RACHEL: Nah, he’s just excited.
SOME GIRL, two hours later: *faints*
ME: ... I admit that I have never been so excited about anything that I passed out from sheer anticipation. Although that time Neil Gaiman shook my hand...
RACHEL: Are you ever going to send him that paper?
ME: No.
RACHEL: Why not?
ME: It is badly-written crap, unworthy to pollute his sight. Or even the sight of his gigantic Pile Of Stuff Never To Be Gotten Around To Reading, But That He, Being English, Is Too Polite To Throw Away.
RACHEL: Well, yes, but it’s called Editing.
ME: I must distract her...Also, Stardust movie!
US: SQUEE!
The concert follows. Please seeedajaram’s journal for details.
Friday morning
ME: Test, pshaw! Sleep or no sleep, I kick your butt! *cogitans* Drat, we’ve got A today. J would probably just continue being obliviously adorable if I fall asleep in class, but A will probably do something evil. What’s this? Extra homework assigned at the last minute? No problem. I can fake it! I graduated from Wellesley, after all. Oh wait, so did A.
A *cheery evil grin*: Fiona, would you please translate this first sentence about Cicero’s ferret?
ME: Well, at least it’s a change from monkeys.
ME, 5:45 pm: Nap.
RACHEL, on the phone to THE FABULOUS LESLIE: Fiona walked in and died. We’ll see you tomorrow!
Friday evening
WE: *hum Pirates theme*
PIRATES: *are piratey*
WE: SQUEE!
EVERYONE OVER THE AGE OF 12: *snort* Success and admiration, my imaginary great-aunt’s toe.
LITTLE KIDS: What’s so funny?
WE: *crack up, quietly*
ME: As much as I like squid, that thing was a bit much.
In conclusion: We love eyeliner. Also, Rachel is going to Japan.
Saturday
WE: *stroll around Telegraph Ave*
RACHEL: Look, henna! Whee!
ME: TO THE LIBRARY!
Saturday evening
US: Leslie!
LESLIE: The terrible two!
SONDY’S CAR: *is fabulous*
US: SQUEE!
SONDY: I see you found my car.
Sondy proceeds to be awesome, as is her habit; Leslie proceeds to be fantastically cool; I proceed to have navigation skillz; Rachel talks about... um, something.
DIM SUM PLACE: Starving college students and recent grads! Help!!!!
US: Tasty!
At a drive-in, Rachel makes the fatal mistake of going to powder her nose, leaving the three of us alone with the menu and an obliging staff...
DRIVE-IN DINER PEOPLE: You want us to do what now?
US: *cackle* We are so evil.
OBLIGATORY BIRTHDAY EMBARRASSMENT:
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday, dear MARA,
Happy Birthday to you!
RACHEL: You guys are so evil!
US: MUA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
RACHEL: Ooh, strawberries!
Sunday
SONDY: Up, lazy bums! We have driving to do!
We proceed to drive to Point Reyes Station, which is beautiful.
ME: *sticks head out of window* It smells so good!
RACHEL: Clearly you are insane.
PATH TO LIGHTHOUSE: Behold! I am foggy! And equivalent to a 30-story building.
ME: (mecum) Heathcliff! HEATHCLIFF!
RACHEL: It’s just like Ireland! Except for the total lack of green.
SONDY: Wanna go visit George Lucas?
WE: *stalk George Lucas, or at least his front gates*
Later that afternoon
ME: Away! I have a study group!
RACHEL: This is another one of your “walking distance” things, isn’t it.
ME: Chop chop! Hey, nice café. Tasty hot chocolate.
RACHEL: Ooh, free wireless!
During the few remaining days, facing the dread knowledge that we must be parted, we madly wander the streets of Berkeley in search of... more ramen and bubble tea.
Ye Olde Movie Reviewe, forsatakieli:
Merlin, by some British company. We watched it in my tenth grade English class, and since I had just read The Mists of Avalon, I thought it was the silliest versions of the Excalibur, etc. story I’d ever seen. It held that honor until the Mists of Avalon miniseries happened a year or so later. I stand by my previous opinion, although it does have very slightly more depth than I gave it credit for. I liked Frick. Miranda Richardson is in it. She probably would have been cooler if she hadn’t been doing a prototype-Gollum voice, and if she had lost the ponytail and the glitter, which mostly just made her look like she was constantly perspiring in the tropical... English countryside. Nimue was pointless, even though she is Isabella Rossellini, except as an excuse for Merlin to be astonished and horrified. Sam Neill does a very good “astonished and horrified” face, but otherwise he mostly just looks silly, and like he wouldn’t know what to do with a magic sword. Why is Excalibur so shiny? It doesn’t look like it could cut anything, either, except maybe butter. Did they have butter back then? I must consult Melanie andniare on various points of historical accuracy, but at least the women’s dresses looked vaguely Roman. Some of them. Of course, running around Cornwall in a little tunic is probably not the best idea, even if one does have crazy red curly hair and a lisp. Also, whose idea was the candle-wax? I can’t decide whether it was brilliant in addition to being kind of disturbing, or whether it was just plain kind of disturbing.
Now that I've written this, I realize that my Latin class sounds like a Pirates of the Caribbean movie: blood, villainy, booty, ships, pirates, and monkeys.
edajaram has been and gone. I am much desolated, or would be if I could think about anything other than pluperfect subjunctives. See her journal for juicy details. Some juicier than others. Here’s my version, in lengthy dialog form:Wednesday, lunchtime
ME, 12:00: I have to go pick up my friend at the BART! Apologize to K for me if I’m late! Which I, oh, probably will be!
THE CLASSMATES: ... that’s nice. Sure.
ME, 12:17: RACHEL, WHERE ARE YOU?
RACHEL, 12:21: Here, dude!
WE: *hug*
RACHEL, 12:40: Dude, you call this walking distance?
ME: Erm... yes?
RACHEL: One of these days your crazy is going to kill me!
ME: Let me haul the big heavy suitcase uphill!
ME, 1:02: Am I late? I ran... er, walked really fast all the way across town! I’m so sorry! I said I might be late!
WHAT I WAS THINKING:Can you find it in your cruel monkey-and-ointment-worshipping heart to forgive me?
MY CLASSMATES: Dude, K’s not even here yet.
ME: *faints into cute little flimsy desk, very theatrically* Well, great. All that ... really fast walking for nothing. *fans self*
K, 1:05: *saunters in* Okay! We’ve got lots of new forms to learn today...
EVERYBODY: EUGEPAE!
Wednesday, 4:00 pm
ME: Um, K? I’m really sorry, but I’m going to have to miss tomorrow afternoon. I know we’re doing the UNIT OF SCARY LATIN DOOM, and you said to pick any other day of the entire summer to miss as long as it wasn’t the day we’re doing the UNIT OF SCARY LATIN DOOM, and that it’s incredibly important that everybody be there, and I’ll study extra hard and talk to J and A tomorrow before class -
K: *indecipherable look* I’msureyou’llbejustfine.
ME: Well, great, then. See ya!
RACHEL, 4:30: Ooh, shiny boots!
ME: Yes, but what exactly is the point of all those buckles?
RACHEL: Let me find a salesperson! I want shiny boots!
ME, 4:50: ... oh. That’s why all the buckles.
RACHEL: I am going to Japan!
Thursday, lunchtime
ME, 12:00: See y’all, suckers! I’m doomed.
RACHEL: MUA-HAHAHA. We dress up! Here, have some pants. And combat boots. You do WHAT with those now? Well, whatever works. PUT THAT BACK ON, YOU WIMP! Is my skirt too long? Aha! My trusty safety pins!
ME: *whimper*
RACHEL: Do that thing with the eyeliner you did that you borrowed from that show when we were doing that thing with the stuff at that place that one time for me. Please?
ME: Yay! *goes to Eyeliner Town*
ME, 2:30: This was a BAD idea.
The two or three incidents encompassed by the previous statement are chronicled more fully in Rachel’s journal, although I would like to note that “tic” does not, in fact, have a “k” in it.
PEOPLE ON BART: *give us weird looks*
ME: This is Berkeley, wtf? They should be used to cheery pseudo-Goth weirdoes riding the subway in broad daylight. *attempts to use Latin vocab in lieu of tarot cards*
RACHEL: ... I AM GOING TO JAPAN!
RACHEL, six hours later: It is bloody freezing!!!!! We’re in California! It’s supposed to be WARM, DAMMIT!
ME: *drags nose out of Jones & Sidwell* This is the Bay Area. What did you expect?
RACHEL: ... warm? This is not warm!
ME: You do have a point.
SOME JAPANESE GUY RUNNING AROUND WITH CAMCORDER: Smile! How are you?
SOME-ODD HUNDRED PEOPLE, aka EVERYBODY: We’re FREAKING COLD!
THE CAMCORDER GUY: Yay! *dances away*
ME: omg, there really are scary fanboys. Is he going to turn into a giant robotic cat or something?
RACHEL: Nah, he’s just excited.
SOME GIRL, two hours later: *faints*
ME: ... I admit that I have never been so excited about anything that I passed out from sheer anticipation. Although that time Neil Gaiman shook my hand...
RACHEL: Are you ever going to send him that paper?
ME: No.
RACHEL: Why not?
ME: It is badly-written crap, unworthy to pollute his sight. Or even the sight of his gigantic Pile Of Stuff Never To Be Gotten Around To Reading, But That He, Being English, Is Too Polite To Throw Away.
RACHEL: Well, yes, but it’s called Editing.
ME: I must distract her...Also, Stardust movie!
US: SQUEE!
The concert follows. Please see
edajaram’s journal for details.Friday morning
ME: Test, pshaw! Sleep or no sleep, I kick your butt! *cogitans* Drat, we’ve got A today. J would probably just continue being obliviously adorable if I fall asleep in class, but A will probably do something evil. What’s this? Extra homework assigned at the last minute? No problem. I can fake it! I graduated from Wellesley, after all. Oh wait, so did A.
A *cheery evil grin*: Fiona, would you please translate this first sentence about Cicero’s ferret?
ME: Well, at least it’s a change from monkeys.
ME, 5:45 pm: Nap.
RACHEL, on the phone to THE FABULOUS LESLIE: Fiona walked in and died. We’ll see you tomorrow!
Friday evening
WE: *hum Pirates theme*
PIRATES: *are piratey*
WE: SQUEE!
EVERYONE OVER THE AGE OF 12: *snort* Success and admiration, my imaginary great-aunt’s toe.
LITTLE KIDS: What’s so funny?
WE: *crack up, quietly*
ME: As much as I like squid, that thing was a bit much.
In conclusion: We love eyeliner. Also, Rachel is going to Japan.
Saturday
WE: *stroll around Telegraph Ave*
RACHEL: Look, henna! Whee!
ME: TO THE LIBRARY!
Saturday evening
US: Leslie!
LESLIE: The terrible two!
SONDY’S CAR: *is fabulous*
US: SQUEE!
SONDY: I see you found my car.
Sondy proceeds to be awesome, as is her habit; Leslie proceeds to be fantastically cool; I proceed to have navigation skillz; Rachel talks about... um, something.
DIM SUM PLACE: Starving college students and recent grads! Help!!!!
US: Tasty!
At a drive-in, Rachel makes the fatal mistake of going to powder her nose, leaving the three of us alone with the menu and an obliging staff...
DRIVE-IN DINER PEOPLE: You want us to do what now?
US: *cackle* We are so evil.
OBLIGATORY BIRTHDAY EMBARRASSMENT:
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday, dear MARA,
Happy Birthday to you!
RACHEL: You guys are so evil!
US: MUA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
RACHEL: Ooh, strawberries!
Sunday
SONDY: Up, lazy bums! We have driving to do!
We proceed to drive to Point Reyes Station, which is beautiful.
ME: *sticks head out of window* It smells so good!
RACHEL: Clearly you are insane.
PATH TO LIGHTHOUSE: Behold! I am foggy! And equivalent to a 30-story building.
ME: (mecum) Heathcliff! HEATHCLIFF!
RACHEL: It’s just like Ireland! Except for the total lack of green.
SONDY: Wanna go visit George Lucas?
WE: *stalk George Lucas, or at least his front gates*
Later that afternoon
ME: Away! I have a study group!
RACHEL: This is another one of your “walking distance” things, isn’t it.
ME: Chop chop! Hey, nice café. Tasty hot chocolate.
RACHEL: Ooh, free wireless!
During the few remaining days, facing the dread knowledge that we must be parted, we madly wander the streets of Berkeley in search of... more ramen and bubble tea.
Ye Olde Movie Reviewe, for
satakieli:Merlin, by some British company. We watched it in my tenth grade English class, and since I had just read The Mists of Avalon, I thought it was the silliest versions of the Excalibur, etc. story I’d ever seen. It held that honor until the Mists of Avalon miniseries happened a year or so later. I stand by my previous opinion, although it does have very slightly more depth than I gave it credit for. I liked Frick. Miranda Richardson is in it. She probably would have been cooler if she hadn’t been doing a prototype-Gollum voice, and if she had lost the ponytail and the glitter, which mostly just made her look like she was constantly perspiring in the tropical... English countryside. Nimue was pointless, even though she is Isabella Rossellini, except as an excuse for Merlin to be astonished and horrified. Sam Neill does a very good “astonished and horrified” face, but otherwise he mostly just looks silly, and like he wouldn’t know what to do with a magic sword. Why is Excalibur so shiny? It doesn’t look like it could cut anything, either, except maybe butter. Did they have butter back then? I must consult Melanie and
niare on various points of historical accuracy, but at least the women’s dresses looked vaguely Roman. Some of them. Of course, running around Cornwall in a little tunic is probably not the best idea, even if one does have crazy red curly hair and a lisp. Also, whose idea was the candle-wax? I can’t decide whether it was brilliant in addition to being kind of disturbing, or whether it was just plain kind of disturbing.Now that I've written this, I realize that my Latin class sounds like a Pirates of the Caribbean movie: blood, villainy, booty, ships, pirates, and monkeys.
