Quotes from Boccaccio

"And whenever a day passed without her having set eyes upon him, she was restless for the whole of the following night." -- Third Day of the Decameron, p. 206

"Since you are not imperceptive, you will undoubtedly have become well aware, long before now, that I am deeply in love with you, not only because of your beauty, which without any question surpasses that of every other woman I ever saw, but also on account of your laudable manners and singular virtues, any one of which would be sufficient to capture the heart of the noblest man alive. It is thus unnecessary for me to offer you a long-winded account of my love for you. Suffice it to say that no man ever loved any woman more deeply or more ardently, and that I shall continue to do so unfailingly for as long as life sustains this poor, suffering body of mine, and longer still; for if, in the life hereafter, people love as they do on earth, I shall love you for ever." -- Third Day, p. 223

"Since, as you perceive, I belong to you unreservedly, it is not without reason that I will venture to address my pleas to your noble heart, which is the one true source of all my peace, all my contentment, and all my well-being. Dearest beloved, since I am yours and you alone have the power to fortify my soul with some vestige of hope as I languish in the fiery flames of love, I beseech you, as your most humble servant, to show me some mercy and mitigate the harshness you have been wont to display towards me in the past. Your compassion will console me, enabling me to claim that it is to your beauty that I owe, not only my love, but also my very life, which will assuredly fail unless your proud spirit yields to my entreaties, and then indeed people will be able to say that you have killed me...in order to forestall so regrettable an outcome, instead of allowing me to die, take pity on me whilst there is still time, for in you alone lies the power of making me the happiest or the most wretched man alive. It is my hope and my belief that you will not be so unkind as to allow death to be my reward for such passionate devotion, and that you will gladly consent to my humble entreaty, thus restoring my failing spirits, which have turned quite faint with awe in your gracious presence." -- Third Day, p. 224

Notes To Self

Solymoi: http://messagenet.com/myths/ppt/Solymoi_1.html

Immortal Technique: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=4010185

"Eight twenty-six - I have my first waffle. Choice toppings? Amana maple syrup and Bailey's Irish Cream. Delicious." -- Mesch

"Dear Comrade Hannah, so begins the revolution. In solidarity, Comrade Julia."

Don Quixote, metafiction, Aristophanic comedy, the Canterbury Tales, Prospero, Ecclesiastes

"Soup-guzzling pie-muncher"

Name: Catella

"...and for me it would be far better to sink into the earth when I have lost you, for there is no other consolation for me after you have gone to your destiny - only grief..." -- the Iliad, book 6, spoken by Andromache to Hector

"Why does your heart sorrow so much for me? No man is going to hurl me to Hades, unless it is fated, but as for fate, I think that no man has yet escaped it once it has taken its first form, neither brave man nor coward." -- the Iliad, book 6, spoken by Hector to Andromache

Man #2

Sunday: "It felt nice today on the futon, just being together. We can't though."

Monday: "My living room is the seat of world culture." (That one's not significant, just funny.)

Tuesday: "My play count for 'Samson' [by Regina Spektor, which I recommended the previous day] is 67."

Tuesday: "You are good dudette."

Wednesday: "I feel like I could very easily lose you because of this situation. But to be clear, I will not pursue any romantic relationship between us."

Thursday: "The bathroom light is very unflattering." [re. my saying I looked awful]

Thursday, we talked all night and into Friday morning.

Friday night was our official first date. Where'd we go, you ask? THE CHUCK BERRY CONCERT. Yes. How absolutely fantastic. Afterward we grabbed a movie from my place and headed back to his. After some hanging out and his conversation with Man #1 ensuring that such action wouldn't violate their friendship, he asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend.

Needless to say, I said yes.

Man #1

"We are not connected in any way."

So, are we friends?

"I haven't decided, but truth be told probably not. I very much doubt I'll willingly talk to you of my own accord."

"Got some interesting information last night. Definitely didn't expect it, and for some reason it kinda hurt. So I just said fuck it, I'm ending things now."

"I'm not gonna leave myself in a position to get hurt. Not my style."

Brief Notes - pre-real post

Fleet Foxes and the National.

Shut the f*** up you p*ssy ass son of a b*tch. You can suck my left nut and find a girl to suck your tiny dick and pull the stick out of your ass.

I got no work done today; I got out of bed - for food - at 8:30 p.m.

In which I am an emo whiny teenager again

Today at breakfast, I mentioned Man #2 in conversation. Viktor has never met Man #2.

Viktor: Is [Man #2] a good guy?
Me: I am madly in love with [Man #2].
Viktor: With a name like [Man #2], I love him too. It's a sexy name.
Me: Yes. Yes it is.

(Note: this makes much more sense if you know Man #2's real name.)

Did I really say I was madly in love with him?
Am I really madly in love with him?
Would I say I was if I really was?
Why don't I know myself well enough to know this?
Does it matter, since he limits his time with me anyway, since he doesn't want to offend his good friend, my ex?
Whaaaaaaat?

Some more notes from my phone about stuff.

"Century Tree" from Camp
"Roxie" from Chicago - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=is2h4q4b00o
"Pandemonium," "I'm Not That Smart," "I Speak Six Languages," and "My Unfortunate Erection" from Spelling Bee

"No, I'm naked out of lewdness." -- Man #2

New Stuff! It's Free!

Two new deviations on DeviantArt under my account:
http://sebhar.deviantart.com/art/Kathe-in-Colour-98145140
http://sebhar.deviantart.com/art/Kathe-in-Black-and-White-98145309

If you've never seen my DeviantArt before, please stop in, say hi, leave me some comments. :]

Twat?

So I have this thing.
It's called a Twitter.
When one has a Twitter account, one "tweets" about what one is doing.
It's like a Facebook status, only cooler.
My Twitter username is Sebhar.
You should follow me on Twitter.

Some Recent Tweets:
- HAWKEYE STATE! HAWKEYE STATE! HAWKEYE STATE!
- Epic Peruvian fail.
- I'm watching a guy play Misirlou on the mandolin. Bad. Ass.
- Jess and I are listening to Chopin at obnoxious volume.
- Now we're paying for a pizza with nothing but change.
- We're independent women, some mistake us for whores. I say, why spend mine, when I can spend yours?
- The Red Army is marching on Moscow.

See? Don't you wish you could have those little nuggets of my life delivered to your text message inbox?

Some Other Favourite Text Messages

"Easily a 9, maybe even a 9.5. There isn't much you need to do to get better lol." -- Man #1

"I had no idea you had a thing for me! I knew you're having a hard time, so I wouldn't mind if you leaned on me for the duration." -- Man #2

"I love you, though I dunno why you love me either." -- Man #1

"I love bums!" "Doesn't that require a lot of lubricant?" "Yeah. it's called elbow grease." "Okay. Just don't tear any sphincters." -- Man #2 and myself

"I can't do this. You just broke up with one of my best friends. I'm sure you recognize the situation this would put us in... I'm not saying you were going to come over and demand whoopi, I just want to avoid misinterpretation. We can meet up tomorrow though?" -- Man #2

"...I meant other peeps misinterpreting what we're doing. I mean it's 3 a.m." -- Man #2

"I love u hannah ;)" -- Nathan

"I want you to stay." -- Man #1

"Hahahaha I know. And I love you for that." -- Man #1

Some Favourite Text Messages

Me: Every time I walk past the bush containing your underwear, it brightens up my day.
Man #2: They radiate happiness.
Me: Is that a result of nuclear decomposition, do you think?
Man #2: Yes. My penis is capable of acting as the core to a nuclear reactor.
Me: That explains so much about you.
Man #2: Especially my glowing, hairless groin.
Me: I can see how that would be an advantage.
Man #2: I keep it in a lead sheath. If you ever need chemo for cervical cancer, just call me up.
Me: Oh I will. Rawr. If you ever meet someone else with a similar situation, you could have light saber battles.

The best things in life...

...are free. So they say. And more and more I'm beginning to believe them.

The story of the awesome thing that happened this afternoon began a week ago yesterday. As you may have read in an earlier post, Man #1 decided to break up with me on that date. I got in touch with a friend - from now on referred to as Man #2 - who said he'd come over and give me a hug, make me feel better. Now, he did come over, and we ended up going to a party together and hanging out for pretty much the entire night, but never did I get the promised hug. So I texted him later, all faking hurt that he hadn't hugged me. He argued that I hadn't hugged him; little does he know (though he may suspect) I'm afraid of what will happen if I initiate a hug with him. I feel I could accidentally mistake my friendship with Man #2 for more than friendship. Initiating a hug... yeah. I just don't want to go there. Next time, he says.

We'd seen each other a few times since. Next time, he'd say, as soon as I mentioned (and I always did) that he had yet again not hugged me. After crashing on his futon Saturday night, I lamented once more that I hadn't gotten my rightful hug.

So today, Monday, comes around. I text him about the hug, and he says, "next time I see you we will hug." I figure, okay, I never run into him around campus, this weekend, probably at Ben's, I shall receive my hug, however long overdue. I walk out of Spanish and head down the hill, intending to do some homework in the communication studies building. Usually I do not head down the hill at 3:30 on Monday afternoons, it should be noted. At the bottom of the hill is an awful three-way intersection which never gives you enough time to walk. Stuck on the wrong side of the street, I scan the crowd opposite me and notice a guy in a Beatles "Let It Be" shirt. Hey, I think, I know that shirt... (in fact I own one of the same print). I look up and, lo and behold, it is Man #2. The lights change, we each step off the curb. Onlookers must have thought we were about to run into each other - and we did. There, in the middle of this awful intersection, I got a hug.

I've been smirking about how badass that was ever since.

Weekend 3

Thursday: I seem to remember some drinking at Ben's. Ah yes, there was. We drank a bit, enough to get me less-than-sober, and went to Pita Pit. I dunno what it was, but that was the best damn falafel I've ever had from that place. That was around midnight. Eventually I left the group there and went to Man #1's.

Why? I'll tell you why.

I'm on birth control. Yep. So I usually don't get a period... but I have one right now. Which means there was a fertilized egg. Zygote. A little tiny micro-baby. So on top of being kinda hormonal, I'm all freaked out about the reason behind the leak.

Let me be straight with you; I wanna be a mom someday. I really, really do. I believe someday the right guy will come along - or maybe I'll just go to a sperm bank, which is looking more and more appealing each day - and I'll have a baby. The thought used to terrify me, but the more I think about it, the more I want it.

So, yeah, Thursday night. I cried on Man #1 for a little while, and we did it for a little while, and I fell asleep.

Friday: JUNGLE JUGS! Cody's 21st birthday party at his place. Oh so gay and oh so risque. We all showed up in underwear. XD Actually, I had on a see-through shirt over my bra, and fishnets. I also had a fedora, giant hoop earrings, combat boots, and way, WAY more makeup than I've ever worn before in my life. I looked like something out of Rocky Horror and it was fabulous. Five bucks got us all jungle juice and whatever else we could find to drink for the entire night. Tons of people were there, and everybody was drunk or high or both and it was fun. Eventually, though, I headed for Man #1's place, where there was also a social gathering.

Lots of people I didn't know were there when I walked in. Man #1 was there, of course, and also another guy I'd met at a previous party. Man #1's roommate was passed out in his room after vomiting all over the kitchen. Glad I missed that part. Anyway, a few minutes later, in walks Man #2 and Sam, who had gone for pizza, saying, "Did you guys call a hooker? You'd never believe the girl we saw walking here..." and then they both saw me. Plenty of chuckles were had. Eventually the people I didn't know and the guy I knew from a previous party left, so it was just me and Man #1 and Man #2 and Sam. I sang the Doug theme song with Man #2; how many guys do you know that you can do that with? He's an awesome kid. I asked Man #1 if I could borrow a shirt and cover myself up some, which I did despite protests from Sam and Man #2.

Anyway, eventually Man #2 and Sam also left, so it was just me and Man #1 (and, of course, the unconscious roommate in the other room). Man #1 and I talked a lot, eventually went to bed and just slept. It was nice. I'd forgotten we could do that.

Saturday: Whoo-ee, what a long day. After going to sleep at 6, Man #1 and I were up and getting things organized for going to the football game by 7:30. I was kind of asleep still when he left to go tailgate with his real friends, so he left me a key on the bedside table so I could lock up, kissed me on the forehead, and left.

What the hell.

I walked home carrying my stuff in a bag and wearing his shirt. I roused the roommate, showered, and grabbed a friend of ours before heading down to Melrose and the stadium. On Melrose we met up with my brother, sister, father and grandfather. The game was cool because we got my sister into the student section even though she's twelve, and she cheered obnoxiously with all the drunk college kids. I think she had a blast. :]

After the game, Grandpa came over and I recorded him telling us stories. A bunch of my friends stayed - my grandpa tells awesome stories. I had to make the recording for a class, but I love listening to him even when it's not required.

Saturday night I knew I had a butt-ton of homework to do, but I just couldn't focus. Ben came over to do laundry and told me about how his Friday night ended - much more scandalously than mine. I was gonna go to a party with Man #2 and Sam, but the party got busted and we ended up meeting them at Panchero's. Ben needed to take his laundry home, so the guys helped and I followed. I ended up on Man #2's futon with a pillow and a sheet that smelled like him.

I slept for eight hours, until ten, when I heard Man #2 rummaging around in the kitchen. I said good morning so he knew I was awake, and he asked me if I'd ever seen a YouTube video called Indian Thriller. I said no. We watched it on his awfully slow internet connection (you can too if you click the title of this post!) and then we each went back to our separate beds.

The next time I woke up was at 2 p.m. Let's bear in mind that it was now Sunday. My hosts were both up and about now, making breakfast - burritos on plates for Man #2, an omelete for Sam, and baby carrots and juice for me. We ate and chatted and watched Shaun of the Dead until I remembered I really needed to work on homework (which is code for "until I couldn't actually keep my eyes off Man #2 because he looked pretty cute without his glasses and with his hair all mussed"). I said goodbye, thanked my generous hosts, and started to walk in the direction of downtown.

Eventually I ran into DanK, who was on his way to Panchero's. I had totally forgotten that the dining hall closed at 2 on Sundays. So I joined Dan for some Panch, then headed back to the dorms. Once outside my room, I recieved word of a plot to go to Jimmy John's, so I tagged along for that, too, and picked myself up a sandwich for later. Finally I got back to the room and showered and started plugging away at homework - this was at about six.

So it goes.

"I'm never doing that again..."

By "that" I mean wandering away from the group while slightly intoxicated, in the middle of the city in the middle of the night, and ending up at my ex's place crying because of zygotes and eventually falling asleep. I only wish I was not-in-love with him back. ._.

The Talking Stove - an Introduction

Hi! Nice to meet you!
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I don't intend to write anything offensive to anyone. I just want to communicate what I perceive and feel.
Any narratives here might have actually happened, but could just as easily be false.
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