Cake or Death?

...Cake.

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov had, simply, the best first chapter I have ever seen in my life. It's precise, eloquent, and beautiful. Made me want to write. Other books have inspired me to write, but Lolita was the first book to ever light that proverbial and metaphorical flame within that made me want it--want it like love, like friendship, like happiness, and like complete contentment.

Chapter One:

"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns. "

Brandy (You're a Fine Girl) by Looking Glass because the story is just so beautiful and agonizing and it makes me clutch at my heart every time I hear it.

I have hit WRITER'S BLOCK OF DOOM for Knock on Wood over on FF.net as the next chapter just refuses to be written. Ever. Grrrr...There're pieces, but they just won't fit together. Gah. The lovely dark_daebereth, however, was oh so kind to give life back to the bunny inspired by a review that expressed the absolute hilarity it would be if Prowl demanded so much interfacing from Jazz that the poor saboteur got pooped out from it. XD

Not much in the way of spoilers, just who's carrying the sparkling in the Jazz/Prowl coupling and brief references to Twins/Ratchet, but other than that it's kind of just for fun. :D

Oh dear, dear Oxytocin. This is a (slightly altered) poem to express my feelings for you.

Tuesdays are fun if only because I get out of class at 12:00 once psychology aka Nap Tiem is over and done with. I usually met up with my best friend and we go get coffee and "breakfast" at my school's Coffee House which is connected to our Bookstore. Today the bookstore was having some sort of sale and you know what was there? PURE AWESOMENESS. There was this for about 4 dollars, this for about 3 dollars, this for 4 bucks again, and then THIS for 10 bucks. I...all about peed my pants.

Guess who's not going to get ANY homework done? XD

I spent three hours getting something like this attached to my head so they could read my brainwaves. They had to stick this gel in my hair so the electrodes would make better contact with my scalp and I didn't get it washed out when I left the place like people usually do because I had no where to go afterwards. I get to my dorm and my roommate's first reaction was, "OMG! YOU HAVE SEAMEN IN YOUR HAIR! XD"

So I took a shower. And yet still, the funny is seemingly not diminished and my dignity continues to be stripped from me even as we speak.  -.-!

So I like to go all surreal (except I can't spell it) and I did this one day when I reeeeeeeeeeally should have been paying attention in class. The class that I have a midterm for tomorrow, by the by. Oh well, now it's out there.