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I'd like to turn to a type of song that people like myself find ourselves subjected to with increasing frequency as time goes on, and that is the college alma mater. You'll find yourself at a reunion of grads, and old undergrads, and eh... somebody will start croaking out one of these things and everyone will gradually join in -- each in his own key, of course -- until the place is just soggy with nostalgia. Well, a typical such song might be called Bright College Days, and might go like this. Bright college days, O carefree days that fly, To thee we sing with our glasses raised on high. Let's drink a toast as each of us recalls Ivy-covered professors in ivy-covered halls. Turn on the spigot, pour the beer and swig it, and gaudeamus igit-ur. Here's to parties we tossed, To the games that we lost, We shall claim that we won them some day. To the girls young and sweet, To the spacious back seat of our beat up Chevrolet.
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[video: filtered from staff/admin] [16 May 2012|03:12am]
[ mood | bored ]

[The first thing visible is Legion, of course, sitting a bit cock-eyed in his computer chair. dark red hellebore flowers abound on his wrists, and crawl up his hands in jagged, unsure lines. He says nothing for a moment, but grins.

It's not a stable grin. It becomes obvious that he's plotting something unsavory when he lifts a sharpened pencil up into the view of the camera, and hikes up his sleeve.]

Are anyone else's doing this? [He drags the point across the exposed skin, and in place of a red line, or a welt, Hellebore flowers spring up in it's place, following the point of the pencil and creating another jagged line of flowers jutting from his skin.]

It's weird. It doesn't even hurt. Just...flowers. [He laughs a bit.] They're pretty.

[The feed cuts abruptly.]


[16 May 2012|01:03pm]
I just got asked if I was trying to dress as a woman because I had flowers all over me. Of course, she was about 80, but still.

Then she told me that I make a really ugly woman, and that I should shave my beard if I really wanted to try again. But that I shouldn't bother, because I'd make an ugly woman.

I think I agree, but it kind of wounds the pride a little bit. At least I don't have allergies, so I guess it could be worse. Though the flowers are actually in my beard. It's like a big beard of flowers.

Wait, bees aren't going to start attacking people, are they? I hate bees.

fourteen~ [16 May 2012|01:32pm]
[ mood | bitchy ]

I hope my students are happy that I had to get someone else to proctor my final, as the overwhelming pollen count in the classroom was making me light-headed. Damnable allergies.


[16 May 2012|02:26pm]
I've been walking around with tall pinkish flowers on me. I looked them up. Prairie Gayfeather. Of course, I would grow a prairie plant. They're kind of tall. Which makes me feel weighed down by them since they're growing from my shoulders and feet. At least I'm not permanently a plant. How would I explain that to my professors? Sorry, couldn't come to finals because I was stuck by the side of the lake? Also, where ever I sit, there are flowers. So I can't use my chair anymore. I've stopped sitting on my bed.

I wonder what would happen if I did change? Would they still be stuck to me?

They also attract a lot of butterflies. I brought one into the room without realizing it. It seems to be fine for now, but I don't know how long. I don't know anything about taking care of them. I hope it'll hitch a ride back outside.

Also, one more final!

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