Dec. 30th, 2004

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Iiiii'm hoooome.

*dances quietly*

I am now the proud owner of an Edward Gorey calender, upon which I have written the birthdays every one of you lot who had birthdays listed on your info pages. Now I shall never forget anyone! Of course, some of you are not down, but I shall be quite enthusiastic about adding you to my calender if you will give me the dates.

Most of you seem to have been born either in February or October; and [livejournal.com profile] sansenmage, your birthday is the same as Gorey's! ^____^

And speaking of birthdays--how peculiar it is that I'm back in time-- HAPPY BIRTHDAY, [livejournal.com profile] jean_prouvaire! ^______^ *confetti!confetti!confetti!*

I also have Notre-Dame de Paris. Grandda' bestowed it upon me. I am unspeakably, indescribably happy.

I have fanfic ideas up to here, and shall depart again soon to do some writing, because my fingers miss the keyboard, but suffice to say writing shall in all probability come. And I have a plot for next year's Nano, too, go me.

Vihljalmur was a little mad darling, as usual, and I loff him exceeding. Silly thing. We went on expeditions in our HMS to retrieve a pin for the admiral, and we accosted several potential French spies, though only two admitted to being French. We court-martialled one, but the other told us she was already dead. We also drank wine and smoked cigars and harassed Waen and Johanna because they were deckhands. :) As I said, Villie is a mad darling. We also liberated the twenty-six occupants of a frozen country.

Johanna and I made truffles and together fended off the attacks of Vihljalmur and Waen when they attempted to commandeer our bowls of chocolate mix. However, we ultimately triumphed and everyone complimented our truffles. *g*

Vil and I enacted Romeo and Juliet Monty Python style, and danced to Spike Jones; Johanna and I went shopping, and built a virtual zoo, which involved pleasant shouting at the silly computer. Waen mainly ignored me throughout this time, but they the cousins really did make up for it.

They have a beautiful collection of Islandur picture books, and it makes me wish I could read the language. Sigh. Nevertheless, I passed a mainly excellent Christmas with them.

I am also the possessor of several new books, lots of new socks in various exciting patterns, a gorgeous kind, a stuffed dog whom I shall call Almond Cookie because he came from Moravian Bookshop, and my nightgown! which I intend to take pictures of and make everyone look at, because it is simply the most beautiful thing imaginable. Also I have a new measuring cup.

Aunt Who Hates Me seemed as though she really didn't, the first couple of days, but by the end of the time she was enthusiastically back to it, and Soujin tried to avoid her, because wahhhh! Being hated is a little frightening, and mainly unhappifying. ;_; I wish she didn't. She kept asking me accusing questions and putting down anything when I said I liked it. She called N-DdP "pop music".

Nana is insane. >_> I could have denied it before; it's undeniable now. Nana is quite insane, though sweet. Grandda', however, is not; and a very adorable, wonderful man, whom I love exceeding. But I'm not sure whether it's working at the nursing home, or perhaps I've just grown up, but I don't mind Nana as much as I did last year. Last year it scared me. Now I rather accept it. She's no worse than Erla or Mary or Gloria, not really, and she loves me. So I don't mind it.

Uncle Joi still has the most gorgeous voice ever. I shall marry an Icelandic tenor. *g*

What else? It was a very beautiful Christmas, and I have more than I shall ever want (in fact, I wish I could turn a good half of my Christmas gifts into something useful and give them away to people who need them. I would give away what I already have, but it's no good trying, because nobody wants the random assorted things I got and shan't need; say a perfume-making kit, or a pillow, or a reading lamp. You see. They wouldn't help homeless or hungry people. So I wish I could make them into useful things and then give them to people. Demn). And I am really very happy.

I hope you all had lovely holidays. ^_________^ *loves everyone*
psalm_onethirtyone: (Gringoire [made by erinpuff])
Warning: Gratuitous food/diet post.

In other news, I'm not actually sure how the diet made out. I managed to stay five below my points target almost every day there, except the twenty-eighth, Grandda's birthday, when I did absolutely terribly; but I'm hoping I can get back on track in the next week.

To-day da' and I went shopping together, and I found a lovely bread for two slices a point, and some three points a cup cereal so that I don't keep eating Mum's. I also made a wondrous discovery in Tennessee:

Shredded Wheat is God's gift to Soujin.

It tastes absolutely fabulous, and makes three points per cup and a fourth, which is not at all bad. In fact, it's quite splendid. And it tastes brilliant. I love it. It makes a nice snack, a good breakfast, what-have-you. Shredded Wheat. Brilliant. Who ever would have thought it?

I'm also trying to find out how much a granola bar weighs, so I can run it against the granola I got for Christmas and see how much that makes up, but so far my searches have been in vain. I couldn't find any bloody granola in the grocery store. Imagine! *gasp of horror*

And now I have apples and carrots again, which I have desperately missed while on vacation, where I lived on clementines and Shredded Wheat and the occasional bag of 94% reduced fat popcorn. *g* Also have got lovely plans for the future, food-wise, and do believe I can survive.

My only difficulty is that right at present I would sell my soul for a strawberry. Indeed, I can't think of anything I want more. Strawberries. Gah.

Da', however, has promised to make green beens soon, and we can have our own corn for New Year's Eve supper. And we get salad to-night.

One thing that struck me extraordinarily about Tennessee was the acute lack OF ALL AND ANY KIND OF VEGETABLES. For heaven's sake!
psalm_onethirtyone: (Magic Flute)
In case you're wondering, I'm utterly behind on my spamming, which is why you're getting half a dozen posts in quick succession. First there was the pre-Christmas withdrawal, and then the Christmas vacation utter lack, and now I need to make up for lost time!

I think on New Year's Eve we're going to go out and see Phantom of the Opera. We never go out to the films, so this promises to be very exciting.

Vivre has the same tune as La Volupte! O_O But how bizarre!

Villie insisted on called La Val D'Amour the "Cathouse song". Well, whatever makes him happy. ^^

It's so good to hear Waen playing piano again. Lord.

I wrote a poem which I must needs type up after a bit. It garnered some approval from those who saw it.

Are there any other odds and ends to speak of? Blackberry-flavoured WW candy is actually quite good, but I think orange is the best flavour. Tacos are a wonderful, wonderful food. I bought Mum apricots at the store, and considered getting dried fruit for myself, but decided to stay with apples. It felt awfully grown up to be on my own in the store with a basket over my arm, shopping for my own things and making my own choices. Even for something as potentially trivial as food. When I live on my own, which is almost inevitable unless I accidentally do away with myself before then, everything is going to seem like a miracle. I get on the bus, and spend the whole trip marvelling at having paid my own fare. I'll go out to eat and post on my LJ as soon as I get home about the wonder of doing so by myself, paying for it myself, what-have-you by myself. Hell, I'll bloody well get up in the morning and have to meditate for an hour after breakfast about how amazed I am that I've just done that. Because everything will seem so--impossible. Alas for a silly Soujin.

We aren't taking our tree down until Epiphany, I don't think.

I've been asked to be reader at church Sunday. I have now so reformatted my sleeping patterns that it probably won't even seem like getting up early when I rise at seven to treadmill before leaving.

Do Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman have copyright on those little winged hourglasses, or may I use them?

It doesn't seem as though we ever left. Everything is still the same. No one noticed we were gone; no one noticed we came back.

I got beautiful cards from so many people thing Christmas. Thank you all so so much! ^_______^

[livejournal.com profile] danica_enjolras, can I have your address? I want to mail my thank-you note, and I've just realised I haven't got your address to send it. ^^;;; In case you haven't got it, my e-mail is RainbowJehan@gmail.com.

Ah, it's so cold up here after Tennessee! I'm moving out of my (completely unheated) room and into the guest room for the winter because I can't bear the cold. My hands won't get warm. They haven't been warm since it began. This is rather peculiar, since Waen is the one with Raynaud's. Of course, Mum thinks it's because my metabolism's gone to hell because of my diet.

My feet won't go warm, either.

You'd never know we left...

I think that's all the bits and pieces, though, for now; I'll post again later. Now I've really got to write, considering. Must. Immediately. Yes.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Thoughts [made by Waen])
Un poesie de Noel.

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psalm_onethirtyone: (Soujin)
Watched the Blair Witch Project by accident. Shall never sleep again. Soujin handles any death badly, of course, and gruesome, unpleasant death even worse. Even, even worse. Shaking and squeaky-voiced.

But Waen seems to be sympathising. She actually asked me to put on Notre-Dame de Paris on DVD, and made me Ramen noodle soup broth in my favourite flavour without me asking. And she's been showing me all her things. It's really exciting. She isn't like this often. *squees softly*

Library to-morrow! I hardly remembered.

God, I'm so glad to be home. I missed everybody so much. This is so nice, to be talking with everyone again.

Oooh, also?

OMG! It's a good Soujin picture! From Christmas, even! I think that's Vihljalmur behind me. What we were trying to do, you see, was give me wings by taking a photograph while I waved my arms quickly. All we really succeeded in doing was to make me transparent.

And then--I expect you've all been dying for ages to know what Waen looks like. Well, Waen and Lucy. She looks awfully pretty. Waen's changed so much from the pictures of her when she was younger, but I look just the same, all the way.

And here's my lovely Vihljalmur, above Grandda' there. He really is a lovely boy.

I can't find a good picture of Johanna, though, except this one, which has the misfortune of also having me in. She's adorable, though, so perhaps we can manage. She speaks Islandur better than Villie, surprisingly.

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