Love In The Asylum

This is my...third? fourth? fifth? idk all-nighter or almost all-nighter in about a week and I'm getting far to blase about it, I think - sometime around 9 pm I just start thinking "sleep? who needs sleep, sleeping is for losers, I can stay up ALL NIGHT DOING WORK or pretending to do work as the case may be AND ALL WILL BE FINE!" Except that, well, it isn't fine, I end up skipping my Japanese class or my SLE lectures because I'm on the verge of passing out or spend the day staggering around like a mildly depressed zombie. Or going on IM and making inane, semi-delusional, incoherent comments at Al until she gets fed up with my nonsense and orders me to sleep. But such is the price I pay for having the presumption to attend an Ivy League level school and think I can get off with being my normal lazy, useless slacker self. XD

On the other hand, this non-sleep schedule does mean that when I finally do decide to go to sleep, I fall asleep before I even remember laying down, as opposed to thrashing around trying to get comfortable while ignoring my roommate and her boyfriend and their various alarmingly squishy sounds for TWO HOURS, which is how long it usually seems to take me to fall asleep. Not on, body. Not on.

Okay. So. Way back a million years ago this summer, I found out that San Francisco hosts YaoiCon - which is, quite obviously, a convention for yaoi fans, duh - and being the tremendous fangirl I am, I of course decided I wanted to go desperately. However, it is kind of expensive - admission, food, train fare, all the stuff I have to buy for myself and my friends, etc - and I am trying to be mature and responsible adult person, so I made the decision to only go if I got a job once I got to school. Sadly, that did not happen, and I resigned myself to skipping it this year - sucks, but I just couldn't afford it. 

However. 

This week I got a sizeable refund check from financial aid, for reasons beyond my comprehension - actually about as much as I would have made working all this quarter on work study. This means that, while not exactly rolling in funds, I do have enough money to afford YaoiCon.

So I'm going to YaoiCon next weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So excited!!!! I wish I was cosplaying, but alas, some things cannot be helped, so I will just have to enjoy it in all my t-shirted glory. Is anyone else going? Will I see you there? Will I be able to stop talking about it at all this week? 

Oh, and I already have a list of things I must buy for those of my friends who sadly live in states without YaoiCon. Al gets fluffy Gundam Wing stuff, Envy gets a yaoi paddle, I think, and Roy gets the smuttiest Kingdom Hearts/Final Fantasy stuff I can find. Yay!!!

In other news, I saw a Newsweek article earlier that quoted JK as saying that in her head!canon (and if anyone's head!canon is canon, it is certainly the author's), Dumbledore was gay and had an unrequited love for Gallert Gindewald. And all I can say to that is... FUCK YES. I TOTALLY CALLED THAT. 

Dumbledore/Grindewald=crazy!Nazi!love. <3 

No, really, as soon as I read DH that totally became one of my OTPs. It is the only exception I make for the rule that Dumbledore shall never ever ever have sex with anyone ever. It just...well, it makes sense, it does. 

Now to get JK to admit that Harry and Draco were snogging on the Astronomy Tower and that Remus was so OC and depressed in HBP and DH because he was mourning his dead ex-con boyfriend. Ah, if only...

I was going to say something insightful and/or bitchy about Plato's Republic and my SLE essay which has no point or logic and which I shall spend all weekend rewriting, but I...can't. I just can't. There is too much right in a world where I am going to YaoiCon and JK admits Dumbledore was gay to even think about SLE of Doom. No. So I shall just lie here and be mildly annoyed by the noise coming from the frat parties across the street and the Random Loud Hallway People outside my room.

 Well. I have now had all my classes at least once (except for SLE section, but hey), so here are my first impressions. Cause it seems like the thing to do.

Fencing is fun. And hard. And full of grad students. Which yeah, was pretty weird. I felt short. Really really short and incompetent. Buuuut the coach seems nice - unlike some athletics teachers I've had who look at you like "you're not an Olympic level gymnast - in fact, you just tripped over air. I hate you." He was demanding and had a really thick accent, and I probably won't be best friends with him, but he seemed to be alright. I'm reeeeeeeeeally sore though, so I'm kind of worried about how I'll handle tomorrow. *is scared*

Japanese is made of win. Seriously. The teachers seem so awesome and incredibly enthusiastic and I think I'm going to like it a lot a lot a lot. Some of the pronunciations are a bit tricky - especially the words that have been integrated into the US but are pronounced differently, like sayonara and arigatoo. And I already hate learning hiragana, so kanji are probably going to be even worse, urgh. But I think I'm going to love it overall, I really do.

SLE strikes fear into my heart. We had our first Mark-lecture, and it was...well, indescribable. He is amazing. And passionate, and opinionated, and god, I'm becoming a Marksist, I swear. He was talking about education, and the purposes of a college education, and why the humanities are so important, and the things colleges don't do anymore but they should, and I felt so inspired and pissed off and like I could just sit and listen to him for hours. But I also felt really dumb and uninformed and useless and like I'll never have anything intelligent to say in section discussions and like Vasiliy - who is in my section - is going to rip all my arguments apart and laugh at me all the time. And I fear our essays. I'm thinking that we're going to get them back and it'll be like when I give an essay to my mom and all she tells me is "it sucks, do it over." I mean, I think I'm a pretty good writer - not brilliant, but decent at least - but that doesn't mean my profs are going to agree. I'm kind of freaked out. I'm still undecided at this point on whether SLE was a great opportunity or a huge mistake.