do you know that if you stay late enough, you get the next day's comics in your inbox. this is the next day. oh.

anyway, i'm awake, it's late and i'm a bit not in my right mind. i like to call it my middle-of-the-night high. sometimes it turns into an early-in-the-morning high.

i just left a message on sarf's xanga, telling her that i found her description/welcome message on her page exciting, because she said that readers of it will be "violated". i then went on to tell her what "violar" meant in Spanish and asked her if she knew what "excitado" meant. i am regretting that as i am typing this (this as well). i feel like a very, very tacky person. (you can see evidence of this if you click in the link.)

interesting effects of the middle-of-the-night high. once alison/wongsiu and i decided to write a letter, in chinese (ok, she wrote it, i merely contributed ideas), to our chinese/sports teacher (who was great, thanks for asking) in my last year in DGJS. of course, when we woke up the day after, we realised that it was not the best of ideas (maybe it was?) and the letter still exists today, possibly tucked in a DGS yearbook.

i wrote a long email to another alison i know several days ago because she asked me about how i was. she seemed to want to know everything. maybe she didn't, but i gave her EVERYTHING. i went through every subject i'm doing explaining why i chose it (incuding why i didn't do other subjects) and how it is and how i'm failing/acing it. i then told her about my religion, my hate for all religion and my love of talking about it. then i briefly described my (ashamed to say)unofficial religion, and told the whole RUTH to 45s to Aqualung story.

i realised that i didn't have her email, so i sent it via Xanga. she hasn't replied. either: a) she no longer checks the email address she gave to Xanga, or b) she's read at least some of it and has concluded that i'm a bit crap and boring (astute judgement, i have to say).

i have this great idea of reconnecting my severed links to my cousin, the one who recorded over my Angel tape. remember him? well, my aunt forwarded me something just now and she CC-ed it to him and his little brother as well. maybe i'll contact them both. i hope they understand what i say, cos i'm likely to make it sarcastically fauz-formal and fly over their heads. god, even fluent speakers and readers of english won't get my crap humour. i've seen those confused stares.

maybe i won't. be brave, child! what's the worst that could happen? oh i don't know: frozen, edible goods tumbling off the shelf and sticking to your underwear, your only method of salvation being to cut said underwear off while being carried through the streets, news helicopters on hot pursuit?

i've decided not to, because i spent all my energy going back and writing about the second alison. now it is 3 am and i am Very Tired.

nearly forgot to say what i actually meant to say. i was reading Roman fanfic just now. well, Gladiator Fanfic, to be exact. i saw quite a bit of the film, but the only scene i remember was the one where Commodus (Joaquin Phoenix!) was proposing to his (very attractive) sister that they have (very attractive) pure blood children togther. hetcest!

anyway, i felt good that i didn't have to look up 'triclinium' and 'gladii'. geekily, i ordered a t-shirt that says "Latina Vivit" off Latin club. the orignial plan was to have specially made navy t-shirts with witty Latin quotes on them, but somehow they didn't and now these stupid black "Latina Vivit" t-shirts are just ordered off some Latin place online.

the point of the Latin shirts was that no-one else would understand what they say, thereby making us a cool and mysterious clique. this subtlety is completely destroyed by the blatantness of "Latina Vivit!" even a random idiot on the street would understand it! and practically everyone i know in the UK and the one person i know in New Jersey, are, or have been in one point of their lives, a Latin scholar.

and then there's the question of Latin being alive or not. alive in the hearts of school children, crusty old scholars and perhaps brave demon fighters? perhaps not. perhaps we should try and speak it again. they've made up terms for astro-turf and all that, so what's stopping us? i'll pull a Secret History. watch me, amici. but until i actually do that, Latin is dead. as dead as Caecilius.

Matt Hales sings well. he really does.

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th since 5th october 2001