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Things to do:
1.Call David's Bridal about my shoes for the wedding.
2.Clean up - room is getting all squalorous again. Vacuum.
3. Watch Hard Core Logo, devoting lots of extra time for hunting down special features.
4. Write something.
5. Reread that novella by Loretta Chase that I first read six or so years ago, and wanted to borrow from my Mom yesterday, only to find she gave me the book and it's been sitting on my shelf since I moved in here...
6. Finish reading The Poisoned Bowl.
Regarding which... I now completely understand why boys pull hair or otherwise harrass the objects of their affection. After a few establishing chapters on the nature of the boarding school experience, I read the following passage:
My delight in this boy's lovelines was so intense that when I stole timorous, nervous, furtive, and yet ardently staryish glances at him, as having underseed at my side he stood for a moment in his bathing-drawers meditating his plunge into those blue-green waters, I was totally lost to the world. The boy himself was completely oblivious of me. I never in my life spoke to him, though I must have undressed by his side a hundred times.
... and found myself thinking 'Shove him into the water! At least then he'll look at you, at least then he'll know who you are!' When aggression is the only attention a boy can acceptably pay to anyone else, when violence is the only physical contact permitted - or is, at least, the least transgressive form of physical contact he can engage in... well. There it is. They pull your hair because they like you.
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3. Watch Hard Core Logo, devoting lots of extra time for hunting down special features.
4. Write something.
5. Reread that novella by Loretta Chase that I first read six or so years ago, and wanted to borrow from my Mom yesterday, only to find she gave me the book and it's been sitting on my shelf since I moved in here...
6. Finish reading The Poisoned Bowl.
Regarding which... I now completely understand why boys pull hair or otherwise harrass the objects of their affection. After a few establishing chapters on the nature of the boarding school experience, I read the following passage:
My delight in this boy's lovelines was so intense that when I stole timorous, nervous, furtive, and yet ardently staryish glances at him, as having underseed at my side he stood for a moment in his bathing-drawers meditating his plunge into those blue-green waters, I was totally lost to the world. The boy himself was completely oblivious of me. I never in my life spoke to him, though I must have undressed by his side a hundred times.
... and found myself thinking 'Shove him into the water! At least then he'll look at you, at least then he'll know who you are!' When aggression is the only attention a boy can acceptably pay to anyone else, when violence is the only physical contact permitted - or is, at least, the least transgressive form of physical contact he can engage in... well. There it is. They pull your hair because they like you.