"Notre-Dame de Paris c'est mon maison, mon nid..."

Yay! I got Notre-Dame de Paris burned for theatre_angel! I'm sorry I didn't do it before now, but last week I seem entirely to have forgotten. >_> At any rate, it is done now, and I have only to find a mailing envelope for it.

I am mailing Notre-Dame de Paris back to erinpuff to-morrow morning, which is unfortunately a day later than I promised, but we have no mailing envelopes here; they must be specially purchased at the post office, which closed while I was at work.

I got madamelefantome's card to-day! *squees* It's so beautiful! Thank you!

We also got a Coldwater Creek magazine in the post, which is always fun, because Coldwater Creek is hilariously purple. It's--God, I can't hope to describe it.

Mum has said that some day, when I am beautiful, I shall be allowed to buy one item from a Coldwater Creek catalogue. It is an amusing, if unlikely, ambition. ^^

We played Apples to Apples to-night, and I--unbelievably--won. And I have claimed the "Giant Squid" card for myself, because at the bottom, in little italicised words, it says--

'Want to go hunting for Giant Squid?' 'Nautilus I have to.'

"He is Obsessed; the Man is Driven..."

Stoneybridge was rather quiet to-day. Anne is gone, though only because she moved, so I am glad of that. I spoke to several people I don't usually meet, and Doris came out of her secluded room and played bingo with us, which made me very glad.

At about 15:00, I got a horrible shooting pain in my intestines which did not go away until about 19:30, while I was treadmilling; it both came and went completely inexplicably, but it hurt so badly that I couldn't eat supper, so I had an apple and a potato a bit later. It hurt. At any rate, it's gone now, and I have only a pain in my neck and a suffering from hunger. But my teeth are brushed. And I have no points left. Meh.

Right now I do not like: thin people; fit people; people on diets who don't mind cheating on them; overweight people who aren't on diets; thin people who actually have to eat a tonne or else suffer horrible consequences; chubby people with good self-esteem; every single kind of food in the world; people who will never have to feel bad about eating; almost everyone in the whole world.

I wish Wednesday would come, but I don't, because I shall probably have gained, especially because my period is due this week, and I can't enjoy my free nights because I have been on a diet for so long that I make myself horribly sick when I eat more, anyway.

*sits on top of wardrobe and glowers, sulkily*

"Ma laideur est une insulte a ta beaute insolente..."

Now I have two Snowys on my flist! snowyofthenight, and snowystingray! Except I think the latter one is actually called Bethany.

In the last two posts I have made in this journal, she has been able to see almost every aspect of my personality (squee, woe, angst, DIET OMG, obsessiveness, love of bad puns, love of getting mail, Jules Verne, Stoneybridge, and Notre-Dame de Paris) except for excessive fandomy squeeing and Latin geeking.

Therefore, to complete the display, I hereby say unto you--

I am in love with Pierre Aronnax, but I am more in love with him snogging Captain Nemo, and I especially am in love with Captain Nemo waxing pathetic about this snogging many years later on the Mysterious Island as he watches Cyrus Smith and Gideon Spillett and Bonadventure Pencroff and Harbert Brown and Neb and Ayrton aka Ben Joyce snogging! And Top and Joop too, because they are my OTP.

Also? Sherlock Holmes is my god.

That is all. Welcome to my livejournal, Snowy-numerus-duae. May the Ali love flourish always.