Katasss
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Picked my thesis up from the binding elves today. It’s so pretty, all black and formal-looking and smelling like processed cowhide, although the elves embossed the cover in gold when I insisted on silver, those bastards. It’s also very thin since the screenplay itself is in the soft copy. It’s so thin that nothing could be embossed on the spine, so my thesis will end up as just another one of those anonymous slivers in the university archive’s shelves. Regardless, it is done. I will pass it to Carunungan tomorrow, and I will give her the biggest, brightest smile, kiss her on the cheek and disregard the fact that my lips have fizzled and bled from her evil Comm secretary-ness. And if Lorenzana happens to be in his office, I will do the same to him sans the fizzling and bleeding part since he is part of a higher caste. And he has great skin. And if Ganesh is on his desk, I will give it one final goodbye rub on its belly. I am a sentimental person.
Speaking of the archives, I visited it for the first time a few weeks ago for a little thesis formatting research. It’s such a nice little hole, all cramped and dark and smelling like old cookies and manned by friendly young women who probably appreciate the old cookie smell as much as I do. There are so many places on campus I have yet to visit and probably never will.
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The PunchDrunk HegEmoness—who has too much time on her hands and too much caramel and chocolate in her belly—did a little Photoshopping over the past few days. Behold her efforts. The ones with Carl at the Bellagio and Jaton all, um, homie-looking are my favorites.
Here’s the one she made with my photo (I knew that pose would bite me in the ass one day):
If ever I become a porn star, I would like to be known as Katas.
posted by marguerite @ 6:23 PM
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