"Some Things I Cannot Change, But Till I Try I'll Never Know..."

I am not alive, and LJ is being annoying and sketchy. Not working well. Madness.

>_<

Updated Waen's site and put in an especially gorgeous picture; finished by LXG Ficathon fic thank God (gileonnen is beta-reading, Lud love her); bought watercolour pencils because they were pretty; talked to Robert, whom I love insanely because he is wonderful; made up a recipe for WW; finished my Latin assignment from Friday; went shopping with Mum for a canary but couldn't find one; had a dentist's appointment; did not eat a single gingerbread cookie even though Waen made tonnes of them, because diet haha triumph!

Watched The Caine Mutiny, which is essentially Mutiny & Retribution, but with the Mad Captain surviving and the Buckland character being lovable (not to say I don't love Buckland, but I understand that most people don't...). It is incredibly good. Humphrey Bogart rocks.

Well, to-morrow a Soujin works, and is going to get up early and walk for the paper with her da' besides, so for once I will not spam my flist. I will post and go away. You can all gasp and swoon now.

*muddles off incoherently to answer mail*

"Ci Lascierem Alla Stagion Dei Fior!"

Oh, right, you believe that last post?

I love La Boheme. I've managed to find the CDs that Mum had, and have been playing it for the last three or six hours. It's so beautiful, and it makes me cry all over the place. Woe is me, and how beautiful it is.

Puccini is my new idol.

You know, I think Victor Hugo lends himself much better to magic than Jules Verne does. I shall never be able to make a fantasy of a Jules Verne unless I speak in the looser meaning of the word.

Waen has been making lovely shiny origami dragons in emerald green and gold and deep purple and full blue and crimson. I love them.

The world is full of funny things that are beautiful, incongruously almost. Like origami dragons in many colours, and watercolour pencils, and books that one knows one loves, and Puccini, though he is not incongruously beautiful. He is undeniably beautiful.

I love La Boheme.