"Belle... C'est un mot qu'on dirait invente pour elle..."

Is perfect snowman weather out there, but due, unfortunately, to Soujin's screwed-up metabolism, she cannot go outside. If having the thermostat turned down to sixty leaves her shivering, what's twenty-three going to do, I ask you?

Besides, I'm wearing a dress, and it goes against my pretend-OCD to change clothes and put on a snowsuit.

For fun, I went about several sites (as well as the kitchen) and added up my daily caloric intake for to-day if I eat the list I made for myself. It would be about 1023 altogether, for a sixteen-point day, which is what my Tuesdays usually are.

And, since we might as well put all the random health-related things into one post, my period is now beginning its fifth week of lateness, the blisters on my feet have begun to look less hideous and to heal now that I've stopped wearing my shoes to treadmill in, the kidney/intestine pain seems to have gone away for the present, and my legs still hurt from calisthenics.

To-morrow we're going to eat out. I'm so excited. As you lot well know, we have eaten out just one other day this year, and in general it is a scary and strange thing to do, owing to Teh Diet; but since to-morrow is Wednesday, there'll be no trouble. It can be an exciting guilt-free Eating-Out-In-A-Real-Restaurant experience. And therefore, Soujin is excited.

I mailt mhari's package to-day, and am just waiting until Thursday morning, when I'll have earned some money at modelling last night, to send off shawk's.

And now I must change the birthday calendar! Wish me luck, that I may not break my neck. *eyes it dubiously*

"Life's getting my big break and laryngitis..."

Manon's little generator is quite mad. It suggests I write Eponine/Mme. Giry. I suggest that it stop giving me disturbingly exciting pairings.

I also suggest to it that Joseph Buquet/Monsieur Gillenormand is something that ought never, never, never be written. Ever. Please. Omg I will be the personal slave of anybody who writes this omg omg. Gah.

...Valjean/Sorelli. AH. I want it. O_O

IN OTHER NEWS. The roadtrip has been completely replanned. We are going in a giant loop through PA, West Virginia, Kentucky, Tennessee, Arkansas, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, Utah, Colorado, Wyoming, Nebraska, South Dakota, North Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Ohio, and PA again, conveniently missing all of you lot over in California, Oregon, and Washington, which saddens me greatly. In fact, the only person remotely in our path (that's taking into consideration what roads we're going on and what parts of the states we'll be in) is sansenmage, who is hardly an 'only'. ^__^ If you'd like to try and manage a meeting, that would be highly exciting!

I am disappointed about missing my dearest darlingest wonderful Snowy, though. I was looking forward awfully.

On the plus side, we'll be going to Kadoka while we're in SD. Yes. That's right. The town so small one can hardly find it. ^___^ The town whose library I called up in order to research my NaNo. I've promised to bring the librarian a copy of the novel for the library. So that excites me loads and loads.

"Ni le Ciel ni l'Enfer..."

Eeeee, I'm Dorian to-morrow again! And this time I will be armed with camera, and there is no way this side of flipping bloody hell I will forget it! And all will be well.

Newsweek is slashing Clinton and George Bush Senior, by the way. By the way, I don't need the images/shouldn't think it's really cute. Like Enjolras/Grantaire! Except, you know--well, actually. Actually. See, Monsieur Bush is the crazy-drunk one, doing all that airplane-jumping stunt stuff, and Clinton is the smart (19th century-type)Republican one, and Enjolras had a "mistress", and I'm sure that if R had any kids, the alcohol poisoning in his blood would have made them pretty damn' screwed up, and--

Stopping now. This is bad logic, and besides, this is the last thing on earth I want to justify.

>_< DORIAN. DORIAN. Will be thinking of DORIAN.

Found out why I have been losing socks. Someone is hiding them in the sock drawer, instead of giving them to me to put in my sock hoard where they belong. Sniff. Ignorant fools.

"And There's a Rhythm in Your Heart and Soul..."

Aaaand since to-night seems to be cracked-out pairings night, I present (gacked off of weaselwoman13 this time around)(and by the way, I have far too many relavent icons):

LongJohnSilver wants to take it out back with Aragorn

What's Your Ultimate Fandom OTP?
Shiver My Timber--A Pirate RPG

*giggles* I like.

JamesBond is shagging Marius

What's Your Ultimate Fandom OTP?
Shiver My Timber--A Pirate RPG

AHHHHH. YES. PLEASE. Sean + Jerome. Dolt!boy and Jamesh! I neeeeed. This is my new crack.

CaptainBarbossa is stalking Miguel

What's Your Ultimate Fandom OTP?
Shiver My Timber--A Pirate RPG

*dies* That is so adorable. Heee.

CarmenSandiego wants to do it with CaptainBarbossa

What's Your Ultimate Fandom OTP?
Shiver My Timber--A Pirate RPG

Hat!love!

Gollum is flirting with Satine

What's Your Ultimate Fandom OTP?
Shiver My Timber--A Pirate RPG

M-my eyes. O_O My brain. Oh, dear. Gah. Dear me.

And, on that lovely note, I leave you, because it is my bedtime and I am Dorian to-morrow. And there is nothing cracked-out about Dorian, unless you count the whole "portrait" thing, which I do not. And Dorian/Basil and Dorian/Alan are no more than opiumed-out, at very most. So that is very relaxing.

...Excuse it, please.