Meme 1:
My journal is called Dulcissime because it's the best solo I ever had in high school. It's from the Carmina Burana, and it's basically a sung orgasm after the orgy movement. Dulcissime (Dool-CHI-si-may) translates to "oh, sweetest one," and the solo went up to high D.
My subtitle is totam tibi subdo me because it's the second half of the solo. It translates to "I give myself to you completely."
My friends page is called Christina's friends because I'm lazy.
My username is
sihaya09 because it's the combination of the secret name of one of my favorite fictitional characters (Chani from Dune) and my favorite number, my name number in numerology, nine. Also, "sihaya" means "desert springtime" in the book and I've always thought that was beautiful.
Meme 2:
If you call me Christina, you're a teacher of mine, or you don't know me very well.
If you call me Chris, you're a friend or one of my siblings.
If you call me Bean Pole, you're my mother.
If you call me Chrissy Teeny Toes, you're my Uncle Jay or my Pop Pop. Anyone else who calls me that dies.
If you call me sweetness, you're Michael.
If you call me babe, you're Michael, and you're annoyed with me.
If you call me something Jay of Clerks fame would say, you're also Michael.
If you call me pud, you're Heather.
If you call me Witchgirl, you're Jewgirl.
If you call me Auden, you're Angel.
If you call me Kali, you're Zin.
If you call me Oriana, you're Bridgetta.
If you call me Sihaya, you're someone I know informally over the internet or someone I no longer speak to. Likewise if you call me Oscar. Don't ask, I beg you.
If you call me Sihaya09, you're someone referencing me on the internet.
If you call me Christina Lauren, you're my father in one of his self-righteous speeches.
If you call me Miss Allen, you're one of my old theory teachers.
If you call me the bitch from hell, you are a member of the Sigma Phi Epsilon Fraternity.
If you call me girlie or shorty, I most likely hate you.
If you call me before 10 am, I also most likely hate you.
/memage.
I have a headache. It requires food. I will be in the lab for much of the evening, doing paper-stuff. Panek extended the deadline until Monday, but that just means I'll procrastinate more, so I'm trying to stay in the lab and be productive.
My weekend is shot. Duty Friday night, baby shower and dinner with Father Saturday, stupid picture for fake grandmother Sunday. Mike and I pushed back our anniversary dinner a week because his grandma is also very sick. I was dismayed at first, but then realized that next weekend will instead be very awesome. So cheers to that.
My journal is called Dulcissime because it's the best solo I ever had in high school. It's from the Carmina Burana, and it's basically a sung orgasm after the orgy movement. Dulcissime (Dool-CHI-si-may) translates to "oh, sweetest one," and the solo went up to high D.
My subtitle is totam tibi subdo me because it's the second half of the solo. It translates to "I give myself to you completely."
My friends page is called Christina's friends because I'm lazy.
My username is
Meme 2:
If you call me Christina, you're a teacher of mine, or you don't know me very well.
If you call me Chris, you're a friend or one of my siblings.
If you call me Bean Pole, you're my mother.
If you call me Chrissy Teeny Toes, you're my Uncle Jay or my Pop Pop. Anyone else who calls me that dies.
If you call me sweetness, you're Michael.
If you call me babe, you're Michael, and you're annoyed with me.
If you call me something Jay of Clerks fame would say, you're also Michael.
If you call me pud, you're Heather.
If you call me Witchgirl, you're Jewgirl.
If you call me Auden, you're Angel.
If you call me Kali, you're Zin.
If you call me Oriana, you're Bridgetta.
If you call me Sihaya, you're someone I know informally over the internet or someone I no longer speak to. Likewise if you call me Oscar. Don't ask, I beg you.
If you call me Sihaya09, you're someone referencing me on the internet.
If you call me Christina Lauren, you're my father in one of his self-righteous speeches.
If you call me Miss Allen, you're one of my old theory teachers.
If you call me the bitch from hell, you are a member of the Sigma Phi Epsilon Fraternity.
If you call me girlie or shorty, I most likely hate you.
If you call me before 10 am, I also most likely hate you.
/memage.
I have a headache. It requires food. I will be in the lab for much of the evening, doing paper-stuff. Panek extended the deadline until Monday, but that just means I'll procrastinate more, so I'm trying to stay in the lab and be productive.
My weekend is shot. Duty Friday night, baby shower and dinner with Father Saturday, stupid picture for fake grandmother Sunday. Mike and I pushed back our anniversary dinner a week because his grandma is also very sick. I was dismayed at first, but then realized that next weekend will instead be very awesome. So cheers to that.
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