"An Invitation to Moonlight and Romance..."

I'm very awfully sorry about last night. For all those who were concerned, mhari convinced me to eat something, so I had a pear and three strawberries before I went bedly-wise.

Mum is still not speaking to me this morning. When I came downstairs, I said 'good morning' to her in a happyful voice, attempting to convey that I was sorry for behaving so dreadfully last night and I wanted to be friends again, and she glowered and left the room. She wouldn't speak to me before she left except to lecture me on a random thing I'd forgotten about.

Nggggh.

On the other hand, Da' was really sweet. He helped me with my schoolwork and promised to make the supper I asked for, and said that if it doesn't absolutely pour to-day he'll take me hiking. So I told him my Wonderful Happy Thing that I'd been wanting to share with Mum (and which I shall share with you also, for I am so happy about it):

Ken. At work. My dear fellow who told me he respects all women and thinks they're all beautiful. Who has no foot. He is getting a prosthesis. He'll be able to walk again! He's been in a wheelchair for so long, and he's quite old, and of course it'll take a lot of therapy and I'm sure it won't be easy, but he'll be able to walk around! He was so happy, and I am, too, because really. Eeeeeeeeeeee. That's not just something that happens. And it's so wonderful.

Now I am writing my essay on the biographies of Cellini and Pepys, comparing and contrasting. Unfortunately, must first find the biography of Cellini.

But you lot should see this. Because, you know, we're all literary geeks, and it rocks.

"When By the Wizard You're Acclaimed..."

THEY ACCEPTED MEEEEEEEE! The Writing Association in Sewanee ACCEPTED MEEEEEEEE. *dances*

One week, one glorious week in a dormitory in Tennessee, fighting off mosquitoes and surviving "tropical" heat and fighting with my roommate and being in the fiction workshop for which qualification is "extremely competitive" for meeeee, squeeee.

Oh, my. I am so shaming myself. My skills in verbosity have quite died. XD

They want me! They said they didn't because there were too many applicants and I prolly wouldn't make it but I just got the letter ahhhhhhh. And there will be a wilderness park that I shall be permitted to hike in, and scary homework assignments, and a real excuse to do no treadmilling for one whole week and otherpeopleomgscary O_O and a list of books I'm required to read and bweee heee heeee.

Yes. Incoherence is bliss, my friends.

"When People See Me They Will Scream..."

Eeeee. Oh, my God. My God.

I have just climbed a mountain.

I remember it from last year. I couldn't get halfway up it. I was winded and clutching every single tree I came near. I had to stop every four minutes, had a water bottle along which I drained, and gave up a third of the way there.

To-day I climbed the entire thing hardly breaking a sweat, I swear word of honour. I hopped some of it. I had no water, I had no stops but four, all times for the purpose of letting Da' catch up. I went the whole way up. I stood on the ridge at the top of the mountain and I nearly cried and the wind was blowing beautifully and I was the tallest thing in the world and I was magnificent.

I did it. I did it. Me.

I think I'm still at the top of the mountain. It was just impossible. It was amazing. I never thought I could do that, ever. I never thought I would be standing there.

...Ahhh. I did it.

"The Wind Blew Cold and Lonely Across that Widow's Moor..."

Also, picspam! For the photograph meme and in general.

For memise, photographs of my room:

When you walk in the door, you see my chest and my treadmill, and the big puzzle-piece picture on the wall. Also, stacks of books. The towel and the shirt and the things lying about? Are Mum's, not mine; she uses the treadmill, too. There's the painted china lamp; and the dresses that I do have to admit to. I like hanging my dresses up anywhere.

Then one turns and there's the tiger scarf at the end of the bed.

A few steps on and you'll see my chest of drawers, covered with things. There's a wedding picture of Mum; the painted porcelain screen missingclone gave me; my incense burner; a stray silk glove; the bronze cat, the wooden frog, and the lacquered red dragon; the mirror above and my box-and-bag stash to the right.

About face to see the scarf rack and lamp. Notable things here include the picture Waen painted for my birthday last year; two kimonos (one real and silk, the other just cotton); my Chinese lanterns; the two kinds I got in Iceland as well as the wool scarf I purchased there; the paper parasols mhari gave me for Christmas last year; my Courfeyrac cap; and hundreds of scarves collected from all the places I've been. You can also note the lacquered Russian box Mum gave me. (The scarf mhari gave me for Christmas this year isn't here because I'm wearing it so regularly that I keep it in my winter room.)

Finally, turn to your left and observe the bed, curtained on two sides and blocked with the wall on a third (making me feel infinitely safer when I sleep). You can see the beautiful nightgown Mum made me for Christmas, as well as Paul, my Tiger, the Totoro sorcha_feanor gave me, my stuffed pumpkin (<3), multiple stuffed animals, and the Big Box of WeightWatchers Paraphernalia. Mum made the quilt, and the gloves at the end of the bed are the ones Jenny knitted me in Iceland.

Now, for maranz, a picture of the computer,--

Claudius! Observe Notre-Dame de Paris to the side, in a pile also containing Scarlet Pimpernel CD (from talissarocsham, Gulliver's Travels, my diary, Roget's Thesaurus, and my Latin-English dictionary. The clutter behind the computer? Is all Waen's.

And! For snowyofthenight!

The Cover of Edwin Drood. Can you find Neville?

Lastly, some random picspam.

My Easter Bunny, in lieu of a chocolate rabbit. For the record, he's eating the cashew. Malcolm, you see, is addicted to them.

My arm. Isn't my watch pretty? Not that you can actually see it. *lovesit*

Soujin Upside-down Cake. I wanted to see if I could. So I took a photograph upside-down. Shh, it's supposed to be gratuitous.

Shiny. :P A photograph taken in the mirror. The three things on the wall in the background are, left to right, a watercolour of the Pennsylvania Railroad complete with timetable, the What is Drunk? Drunken Quotes poster we picked up at Ben Franklin's, and a huge five-foot-by-five-foot map of Pennsylvania. My Da' is a geek. Lovable, and a geek.

So. ^__^ That was fun.

"You're No Good, You're No Good, You're No Good..."

mhari has gotten me again. Am now also eagle_of_words over at desperatefans.

This is taking over my life, my friends. MY LIFE.

And yet I'm strangely serene...