the Dalaverse

I suddenly get my own Giles-Norrington connection (and affinity for them both, I suppose). They're both sexy fuddy-duddies! Thank you, Jenny Calender. And why I couldn't have remembered that earlier, I don't know.

My Lit professor looks like a younger Edward James Olmos with the craziest long ponytail I've ever seen. The class is a lot of reading, but doesn't look too bad. Larry from last semester's Lit is in it, so that's a good guaranteed snark partner.

Then I hustled my butt over to the Hall for lunch, which I ate huddled in a corner by myself. At least it was good today -- beef pot pie and a chili bar. Most excellent. I had nearly an hour to kill by the time I was done, so I flipped through the lastest Rolling Stone in the bookstore before wandering over to the library. You know what? I really haven't given our library its due. Sure, it's crap compared to most other college libraries, even fellow small colleges like Mary Washington (with its beautiful, beautiful double-decker study nooks...sigh...), but it's still a library, and dammit, I live right next door to it! Must make a point of hanging out there more often. The armchairs are so beaten-up and comfy and that area has the best view of the pond. Today I skimmed the first chapter of Stupid White Men because I hadn't brought a book of my own with me. Okay, and maybe, maybe just a LITTLE gawking at that adorable pink-cheeked blond Southern boy I haven't seen since last September. He's in my Lit class too. He reads very intensely. I couldn't catch what book he had, but it must've been good.

Then I abandoned Michael Moore -- still haven't paid my library dues, bad Dala -- and trekked across the road to Kent. Man, the third floor classrooms are awesome! They have these little half-moon windows down at the floors, and they feel like attic garrets. Polysci looks like it's going to be a lot of fun. The professor seems very enthused, and yet laid-back, and contrary to all my other classes, the workload shouldn't be too bad.

And this is the semester when I swore I'd get a job. How the hell am I supposed to manage that with two English courses and Art History?

Anyway, that's the catching up for today. I was contemplating going to the campus Democrats club meeting tonight, but then that girl from the office e-mailed and invited me to dinner, and I'd be an idiot to pass up a chance at a non-cafeteria-food meal. Speaking of which, I haven't been to the Upper Deck since I got back. I'm craving a grilled turkey sandwich something awful.

Oh! Wicked! I finally finished it this morning. On the whole I would call it...satisfying. The politics and religion of Oz as Maguire describes them are very interesting, even if I'm still left wanting a clearer explanation of each faction. Elphaba was a fascinating character, and so was Glinda -- until she practically dropped out of the book after the first half ended. I loved that first half so much, especially the bit set in Shiz, that the second half was a bit of a let-down. I wouldn't say the Vinkus bits are boring, but they're not...I dunno, as compelling to me, like the Shiz bits were. Loved the end -- bittersweet, as I'd thought it would be. I would have liked to spend more time with Dorothy and crew, but I can understand that they were not the focus of the book. I guess it says a lot about the world Maguire created that I wanted to spend more time with so many people in it. I am definitely going to be on the lookout for his other novels.

Okay, I'm tired of having this little half-scene sitting around on my hard drive. And I'm bored. So I'm posting it. So there.

It's from an untitled, unfinished (quite impressively so, seeing as it consists of this one scene and a half-page of unconnected dialogue) Jack/Will/Norrington fic that has been puttering around in my brain for a few weeks. I was complaining about it before I came back to school. The scene stands pretty well on its own, and all you really need to know is that Jack and Will have come a-calling in the middle of the night. Oh, and Jack has already, er, made himself briefly familiar with the Commodore's nether regions.

Am I supposed to capitalize 'commodore' like that? I always do, but I don't know if that's correct.

ANYway, would love a little feedback on my little PWP scene, bearing in mind that I rarely write explicit smut (and hell, even this isn't too bad), and never with more than two people (there's all these limbs and mouths and penises to keep track of!). Suggestions would be AWESOME.

( J/W/N smut )

Dude. I am in such a good mood. Liz and Katie were both hella fun. We grabbed some Taco Bell and watched "American Idol" and "The O.C.," which I'm ashamed to admit that I may now be obsessed with. 'Cause, really, Adam Brody is seventeen different kinds of adorable, and the writing was actually pretty good, and the music was fantastic...okay, so there's no excuse. But still, I had fun. I had social fun! I had fun with people on this campus who are not Vanessa and Karen!