"Mangez mon corps, buvez mon sang..."

Otherwise known as "Oh, damn, Soujin has a school project that involves polling people, and she's just realised that she doesn't really get out because she's homeschooled and damn. Well, there's always LJ!".

[Poll #402432]

"Ceci tuera cela..."

Thank you all so much for filling out Soujin's survey! It has much improved her chances of surviving the week, which is determined passionately to be one from hell. Hurrah!

From the results, I have divined one thing for sure: you lot love tickyboxes. Even Hyde-ish tickyboxes. :) Crazy.

Wuthering Heights is full of crazy mad crazies who seem to delight enthusiastically in the craziness. I can only hope that all will come to a happy end.

This song is disturbingly sexy. O_o *bangs head against wall*

Oooh, ooh! Elsie talked to me to-day at Stoneybridge! Normally she just sits in a corner of the common room, not talking to anybody and not moving, but to-day she talked to me and watered four plants and smiled at me and hugged me and oh dear God, I'm so glad! It makes me so happy. ^________^ God, it's just--see? Even when they shout at me and frighten me half to death, I hang around, because it's BLOODY MOMENTS LIKE THIS. Watch me spout cliches in my ecstasy! *loves on Elsie*

Alberta, however, hated me again to-day. I think she just switches back and forth weeks. It's the only thing that makes sense.

Went Christmas shopping with Mum, finally, and got a lot done, considering. Of course, now I've got to wrap it all. Wednesday is cookie-making day, and then it's the evil Da's Family Christmas Party of Doom, and then it's Tennessee and the Generally Saner Mum's Family Christmas Party of Doom. Somewhere in there, Soujin posts all the Christmas fics she's been sitting here slaving over the last week or so. And you appreciate them, or else. ^_~ Not really, though. If you don't like them, feel quite free to hold me responsible to writing you a makeup sometime in January.

Da's family never sends thank-you notes, and they're all off their heads. -_- I am not quite looking forward to them.

Also, Anarkia? Is omg the most pointless song in NDdP, because they downplayed the backstory so much that it makes no sense any longer. But Florence is gorgeous.

Okay, it's time to get busy. Bless og takk fyrir!

"Ils etaient enfermes..."

By the way, Mum got me the most beautiful flannel ever and promised to make me a new nightgown. Not for a while, of course, because there's no time, but maybe in January late. I'm so excited. I haven't had a new nightgown in... well, in a lot of years, anyway. My old green one is wonderful, of course, and my favourite colour, but Waen wrote Hit Me--I'm Stupid! on the back while we were in Pittsburgh, and it never really washed out. And it's so old it's falling to bits, a little.

The new one is jungles with giraffes and monkeys and lions but in the loveliest colours imaginable. I can't even begin to describe it. I'll take a picture or summat when it's done. ^_^

I feel so happy that I think I'm going to cry, just because I'm glad to-night. I don't deserve anything in the world, you know. Everyone is so wonderful to me, and everything is working out right now, even though it's really not. I don't understand a thing, or why people are so loving, or why I should be happy, or why so many things are so beautiful; but they are.

And I'm so happy.

But when we were buying the flannel, we were waiting in line to pay, and I was singing the 'Vas-t-en' part of Un matin tu dansais happily when Mum poked me in back and told me to be nice, because there was someone in line before us and it definitely looked as though I were singing at her. ^_^;;;

"Give Them the Shoe, and All Will Come to a Happy End!"

*dies*

I've just been metaquotes'ed, and all for the wrong reasons. Oh, dear.