mei

sorry to hear about what happened to your copy of 'ulysses'. i know what it's like to ruin or lose a personal favorite. hopefully, your margin notes are still legible. as for me, i'm still trying to figure out what happened to my copy of eco's 'the island of the day before' from the last time i moved. yeah, the text can be replaced, but your devotion to that particular copy can't. * sigh *

when i read this i could see myself driving. i could smell the rain and see the cars, i could hear the windshield wipers scraping over the glass. you are very talented.

Heh, reality check. We exchange a few journal posts, I start thinking of you as an SG member and online acquaintance, and a new set goes up. Wake up, Ken - she's not just ANY girl, she's a SUICIDEGIRL.

I'll say it again - you have killer eyes. Nice body, I like your figure just fine, but the way your eyes relate to the camera is just something else.

Sorry to hear about the poor situation. It is temporary, but meanwhile I know that it sucks. We're rooting for you.

Law school sounds fun, er, interesting. Personally, I could get into just about any subject that's in my face, so may as well go with the most lucrative one.
I was gonna be an artist originally, but decided to do technical stuff instead, and I'm so absorbed by it now that the art world seems tiny in comparison, in both career and thematic possiblites.

Mental masochism isn't necessairly bad, being passionate seems to be against the physical grain, as it were, anyhow.

Huzzah for being employed! One day soon I hope to join the ranks of job havers, myself.

I think my main attraction to blog style is that it gives my journal, while reclusively staring at it, the cursory appearance of having some actual quantity of content, which is thus a reflection of my mind, thus obscuring that I'm totally bereft of any worldly or introspective insight whatsoever. Yep ...


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I have a sincere love for plants. I'm not the best at keeping them alive, but my hubby helps with that. Sometimes I like plants more than people/animals. They are sweet and nice and unless they're weeds don't do anything to hurt anyone or anything. They just give off good energy.

You and this entry are absolutely beautiful...I think really good chocolate is better than sex by far. I need all of the things you mentioned in the last paragraph. Where do we find all of this and how do we deal until it happens? That's my current problem. The waiting for things to happen phase. Bye..Sorry to rant.

Thanks for being sweet and putting up with my rants. Take care my dear.

bush gardens @ 9 pm wednesday...don't worry...we are not snobby...just come down & have fun with us...

this is because Jetta's journal...noticed you are anti-social...this is quite alright...she doesn't speak much either...ohwell...hope you decide to come out...

mei, you don't seem crazy. in fact you seem one of the more sane heads in this sg drama. and i don't think there's anything wrong with experimenting on your mind and thought patterns, i do it all the time on my own mind.
i haven't read your thesis yet but will soon. how was it received? are you working toward a master's now? i have a bachelor's degree from many many years ago and have in the interim used it to land many boring, low-paying, utterly unfulfilling jobs. now i am seriously leaning toward graduate school because 1) i need an extended break from 9-5 m-f mind-numbing work and 2) most of what i do with my free time is study anyway so i might as well put the interest+energy toward a finite goal. if i do, and i probably will, the intent is to become a professor of literature. i can do teaching, this i know.

your feelings about death: i wish it was not so scary for you. myself i feel an alien much of the time on this my resident planet and many terrestrial concerns leave me wondering whence the hell i really came. in a related story, i'm actually on good terms with death.

do you still have your ulysses thesis? i would love to read it and possibly show parts or all of it to anyone in my group that is having trouble adjusting to gliding (reading synaesthetically). there is one in the group who i already can see is going to want to comprehend every single word of it. he clutched for dear life his annotated bloomsday book. i'm afraid he's in for a harder ride than the rest... you can help save him, mei!

and i love the circe chapter so the fact that you're trying to think more like it intrigues me - how do you mean?

Thanks pixie, I think I like it darker too but I needed a change for a while.
Lately I find myself countering the people around me; everyone is moving constantly, pacing and I just stay still, either in a crouch or leaned up against something with these blurry forms just whipping back and forth around me.
Bus stops are like an alternate universe I think; just outside our dimension.

I would have wondered about an absent-minded scracthing of a nipple too, until I became a nursing mother. My nipples are no longer the sensual, sexual, center of eroticism they once were. Now they're just another body part. An important one (they were the sole source of my child's nourishment for the first 6 months of her life!), but no more sexual than an elbow.

You remind me of a depiction of Bast tonight, I've been reading some old mythology texts and that just came into my head. I mean it's always good to be a goddess/god or at least look like one, maybe you're an avatar of Bast, she was always one of my favorite egyptian gods, probably because of the cats.