"Like a Week That's Only Mondays..."

Soujin writes a queer poem.

Oh, the flowers are falling,
falling,
and I don't like it at all
Outside the trees are dying
and the sky begins to call
and the summer sun is sighing,
crying, trying, sighing
The flowers are falling,
sinking
The summer sun is thinking
of the days of love and laughing
and pledges great and small
and the flowers are falling,
falling,
and I don't like it at all

(this is not it)

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"Je t'aimerai si tu me jures..."

Ten things I've done that you lot probably haven't...

1. Galloped on an Icelandic horse through a black sand desert (in Iceland). (Confessedly, my eyes were closed very very tightly.)
2. Sat naked in the snow.
3. Skipped a period for nearly four weeks because of exercising.
4. Gotten eight ear infections in kindergarten.
5. Made playing 'Apples to Apples' with the Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack blasting in the background a family tradition. >_>
6. Tried to run away from home only to return very cold two hours later and found that no one noticed I'd left, even with my good-bye note propped on the kitchen table.
7. Fallen into a fishpond on the first day of school.
8. Cut my head open with a cactus. (*g* I love that one. It's so me.)
9. Made a hobby of finding, ridiculing, evaluating, and slashing bad Jekyll&Hyde movie adaption.
10. Passionately hated the Harry Potter books and tried to launch a pro-Diana Wynne Jones campaign.

In other news, Samuel Pepys still insane.

It's snowing outside beautifully, and I may end up having my acting class cancelled, in which case, well, Da' shall make a fire and I shall write and watch the snow out my window. Not a bad prospect, really.

Also, I am allergic to sorbitol, which means that I can't have chewing gum any longer. Not fair. On the plus side, erinpuff will never need to hate me.

I think my life needs more Edward Gorey in it...

"All We're Saying Is Give Peace a Chance..."

*wants*.

"To a Fox Trot or a Waltz..."

Mmmboy.

Well, I'm finally ill. :P But not the fun 'lie in bed and get loved' part. Mainly the 'oh shit' and *run for the WC* part.

I am actually somewhat amused by the situation. The poetic justice of it is just beautiful. I've been whingeing about how I so dearly want to get ill for the last couple of months, and now I'm whingeing (with a wicked pleasure, yes, but assuredly still whingeing) about how I want to feel better. Mum has me on a diet of bread and water.

Oooh, and I just love having a Mum who's a nurse. It's so amusing. Because I'll say, 'I'm feeling such-and-such a way', and she'll be all, 'ha ha! I dig into my sooper-handy nursing bag and pull out Product Number ONE! BUT WAIT! You say you have This-More-Specific-Symptom? Why, then, I'll pull out Product Number TWO! And if you need anything else, I have Products THREE THROUGH EIGHT! Merely name your symptoms, and I know exactly what's wrong with you, AND THE CURE!'

And in the meantime, Soujin's sitting there with her mouth open, staring at SuperNurseMum and her sooper-handy nursing bag and filling in with the appropriate oooohs and aaaahs. And taking the Products, because she needs them.

In other news, reading Of Mice and Men. Can already tell that it is going to make me cry. But Tortilla Flat was very good, and I am very in awe of the ending. I think it was Just Right, and very Dignified but awfully Sad.

Working on several fics. The snow was inspiring, but the near unceasing illness is not.

*uses sick icon*

"And the Dances They Do Will Be Daring and New..."

Silly Westmark short with Manon.

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