There's all this talk about Santa Claus, but see, love will reign supreme

[raybear]

The name escapes me. I can feel the consonants on my lips and I push them around against my teeth with the tip of my tongue while my lips form the ghost of vowels, but I can't conjure the word, only the feeling.

Temperatures are so closely associated with feelings, the hot flush that comes with anger and embarassment and fear and frustration and sexual attraction. Cold isn't as immediate or intense, nor does it have as strong of associations. It's only heat that grabs us and shakes up our stasis. One never feels cold with joy, though I suppose contentment can be said to feel cool. When I'm cold, it's usually just paired with sleepy. Like now.

I'm a little perturbed with my school right now as they sent my registration materials to my old address. Why they decided to send them there after everything else was being addressed successfully to me, I don't know. And they're being fairly slow to respond with what I'm supposed to do (I e-mailed them twice and called once), though one thing I know I WON'T be doing is paying the $150 late fee for not getting my registration materials to the office my tomorrow at 1 pm, seeing as it's, as mentioned, tomorrow and I haven't received anything yet. I'm taking their lack of priority as a sign that it's an arbitrary deadline and I can turn it in as soon as I receive them. What more can I do?

This morning I came up with a brilliant holiday gift idea today, equal parts fun, thoughtful, and romantic. I love those moments of inspiration.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Dearest Mr. Boywonder,

Hello! You may remember us: we killed the University of Chicago Coming Out Ball. It appears that our internet paths have crossed. We would like to take this opportunity to apologize for killing the coming out ball, and using you as our means to do so. You seem like a nice person, and we are nice people too, and hope we have not offended either in the killing of the coming out ball or the telling of it. We realize now that it is unforgivably dorky to like Prince so much (almost as dorky as searching for your dj name on google, but we forgive you). That doesn't mean we are going to stop liking him, of course, but from now on we will only request him while wearing disguises at places like roller skating rinks during eight-year-olds' birthday parties, because that would be funny. Admit it.

Sincerely,
Danielle and Burcu

[raybear.livejournal.com]

Ha! I knew posting about it would somehow get back to you. I am curious though -- who tipped you off? Who's the magic connection between our magical worlds? I compeletely loved reading about your account. I'm such an avid blogger who forces all of my friends and acquaintances and co-workers to star in my journal stories, it was refreshing to have a co-starring role in someone else's blog entry.

And for the record, many of my livejournal friend were perplexed by the crowd's inability to recognize the inherent danceability of all things Prince. There's no shame in your game.

[(Anonymous)]

I have a referrer log that shows the URL where a visitor clicked on a link to my site. Yesterday I had all these bizarre hits from livejournal friends pages and from a certain post on your site, which I wasn't allowed to read for some reason, god damn it. Then I guessed who you were from your user page. So no one told me--I just figured it out using my internet finesse.

Internet finesse. Wow. God, I'm uncool. :)

I'm REALLY glad you liked my post. I thought the incident was pretty freaking hilarious, although I still get embarrassed whenever I listen to that song. I thought Prince had inherent dance value too! I just don't understand it. Clearly I go to school with a bunch of musical fools.

Also, I posted a shoutout (uh...of sorts) to you on my blog yesterday, so you might want to go and read that, for comedic value at least.

The internet is funny,
Danielle

[masscooper.livejournal.com]

The University of Chicago is home to the people least capable of dancing at a party. My attempts to dance at genderfuck a couple years ago were thwarted by the high level of musical apathy and disinclination. It's all part of their attempt to break your spirit and turn you into a study-drone.

[(Anonymous)]

you said it, brotha!

[milosh.livejournal.com]

every day is the 14th