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19 January 2006 @ 06:59 pm
GIP = Gastric Inhibitory Peptide. PWNED.  

I LOVE THE YAOI!

WHO ELSE LOVES THE YAOI?

Narcissa always kept bowls of rose petals scattered all over the Manor. The petals came from magical roses, which grew in all seven shades of the rainbow. Narcissa wanted more. Whenever she could not be found in one of her opulent parlours, she was guaranteed to be in the conservatory. She could pass hour upon hour brewing concoctions to strengthen colour, dilute colour, change petal shape or sharpen thorns. Her unique strains ranged from tiny blooms with petals no bigger than the pink crescent of her nail, to mammoths larger than hyacinths, larger than her head. The stalks of these were so weak that they never survived more than one day. “What a day, though!” was her excuse. All life, all work, culminating in one day of perfection that she struggled to achieve over and over again. Draco took it as a lesson, as he’d learned to do since the first time he’d scraped his knee and was told to endure the pain and conquer it. When he went to his father for comfort, Lucius had looked at his sobbing child over the top of a large book, and inquired genially if that was the best he could do?

The temper tantrum Draco threw then earned him a coveted toy broomstick.

Draco had once asked his mother when he could expect his own day of perfection. He’d been ten years old. She had looked down at her hands: alabaster smudged with earth, like a buried Greek sculpture.

“When you stop wanting it,” she said, “when you forget that you need it.”

 
 
Current Mood: lovedbasking in the YAOILOVE
Current Music: "The Real Slim Shady", Eminem
 
 
 
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on January 29th, 2006 12:20 pm (UTC)
Are they deffo broken up, still? Anyway, boys are pretty dumb. And, you know what John Gray said -- they have to spring away like rubber bands so they can spring back again and be happy with YOU.
Caitcoralia13 on January 29th, 2006 01:22 pm (UTC)
They're still broken up. He gave his cell phone to his suitemate so that he wouldn't be able to call her, and he still hasn't taken it back yet. I went for a walk with him through the neighborhoods around campus for a couple of hours the other night, and he said that he broke up with her because he was worried that he was just going out with her because he felt like he should, like it was the set path he was "supposed" to follow, and not because they were right for each other. He said that if he discovers he's wrong, they might get back together. In any case, though, he's decided not to date anyone else for at least the rest of the year, just so he can try out being single and figure out for sure what he wants.

Funny about the rubber band comment, since he came running into the common room the other night and started shooting me with a rubber band gun. Oh, the irony! Or something!
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on January 29th, 2006 01:37 pm (UTC)
You just make sure to make your precense felt around him, and wear nice perfume, okay?! ♥

That is very ... mature of him, indeed.
Caitcoralia13 on January 29th, 2006 03:32 pm (UTC)
Oh, man, if this could be done with nice perfume... well, I'd be screwed, but still.

Yeah, he does things like that. Like run in, shoot me with rubberbands, walk with my roommate and me for forty-five minutes on the side of the highway to get to a restaurant, get in a fake-breaking-up shouting match with his best friend over the table, then come back to campus and go on a two hour walk with me, talking about our goals and anxieties and perceptions of the world. Hard to pin down, that one.
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on January 30th, 2006 11:48 am (UTC)
Okay, I baleeted all my iPod's songs over the weekend and now I have to wait for 985 songs to download before I can dry my hair listening to it. Just had to share that one.

A two hour walk. With you. Alone. I've never been alone with any boy for two minutes. I mean, even if you don't get together, you really have a lot of special memories to look back on!
Caitcoralia13 on January 31st, 2006 04:42 pm (UTC)
I had an iPod mini-crisis (as well as an iPod mini crisis) yesterday. I charged my battery all day Sunday, then Monday morning, walking to class, I tried to listen to some music, and it was all like, "no battery," and I was like, "stop lying," and it was like, "no." And I really needed to listen to the "Wicked" soundtrack! All better today, though - I do not understand the way it's little, 1/4" thick mind words.

That really is the bottom line. I get greedy and insecure sometimes (but why doesn't he like me more? Does he really like me, or is he just being nice?), but we have a wonderful relationship that I wouldn't trade for a stint of dating and then never speaking again.