"He Has His Wok, And Something More--He's Japanese! The Man Makes Sushi!"

Guess what I have. Guess. Just guess.

*sits back and wiggles toes*

Give up?

For real?

I have a shirt. A white shirt. And it has words on it. And the words say "Jules Verne/Tchaikovsky OTP!!!111!!!!eleven!". And it has pictures on it, and the pictures are of Jules Verne and Tchaikovsky. And on the back, it has words, and the words say, "Women... were not their glass of tea".

BWAH! *dances around* It is my shirt which I have been planning for months now! It is my Verne/Tchaikovsky shirt! It rocks! Waen helped me make it!

I am going to wear it to acting to-morrow. It rocks. ^_____________________^

Bweeeeeeeee! Theirloveissocanon!

"It's Over Now; The Music of the Night!"

Also, nothing was accomplished to-day. I cleaned the house. >_> I did not get my fic written. Such is life. Bweh. Do I care? My shirt makes everything better, yesss it does.

And! starice is my slave worshipper and is giving me links to Moody/Dumbledore, which of course makes me squee with ebil delight. Vigilant Socks = OTP. After JV/T.

No, I am not coherent. We've gone over this before. Incoherence is bliss.

I am going to mop and wax the floor to-night. I love mopping. Waxing surely is just as fun.

Aaand I signed up for NaNoWriMo, just as I promised. Hurrah for doom (eminent).

I shall finish my Mina-fic to-morrow. The folks are not coming until five-something, and my acting class is over by two, so I'll have time. I shall finish it and there will be fireworks and then I will devote my soul and life entirely to Virginia Woolf.

And Waen's picked out the cakes she wants me to make for Scum Club. Mmm hazelnut Japonais and chocolate walnut sponge roll! I love baking.

^_________^

"Would You Like My Mask? Would You Like My Mirror?"

I just realised that Waen has loads of nicknames, and I haven't got any at all. Well, Curtis used to call me Dorothy because I always click my heels when I do lunges in fencing, but I've still not got back into the club now that summer's over.

I need a nickname. Waen is Mimi and Meem and Mia and Meeka and Meemka and a hundred-thousand other things, but I am just Julie IRL, unless Waen is calling me 'Jules' to annoy me. It is not at all fair.

*ignores all variations on Kourin/Korin which everyone sensibly uses*

Hmph.

*is spamming pointlessly*

"Let's All Go Barmy! Let's Join the Army!"

OH! And I completely forgot to mention! More spamming fodder!

I am translating Marrakesh Night Market into Latin! Very bad Latin, mind, but Latin none-the-less.

So far, I've got the refrain done (and it scans, because I took a few liberties! I am well on my way to becoming a translator!):

Persona vel-les
Speculum vel-les
Vir in fus-cus cucul-lus vocat
Vides ip-sa
Vi-des in-vi-cem
Vides os,
os de de-us tuus

Bwahaha. I rock. But not. It goes along to the same tune, so just hold and shorten accordingly. Do not attempt pronunciation, as all is weirdness.