"A Man Could Go Quite Mad..."

Alas! I have been ill in bed for the last two days. Have missed two hours of treadmilling, an hour of aerobics, one-hundred and fifty bicep curls, and yet managed to eat my regular eighteen points each day, thankfully.

Am not tired any longer, for what it's worth.

If anyone should dare to say I told you so, I shall poke you.

Shall be back online to-night like an alive thing, where I shall make full apologies to everyone to whom I owe them, including the two or four people I was talking with on desperatefans before suddenly dropping off the face of the earth. Shall also have a lot of flist catching-up to do--if I've missed anything frightfully important, could someone please tell me?

At any rate, now that I'm alive again, I must go do my schoolwork so that I can get off to work.

Good to see everybody again. ^__^ Adios.

"Oh, Won't You Please Arrange It 'Cause I Love You?"

Unfortunately, I have not managed to write anything for it. I struggled on an Eighty Days fic, a Mizfic, an N-DdP fic, and an MED fic before finally admitting to myself that I don't appear to have inspiration to-day and I should just let it go.

Was not able to observe Day of Silence due to work. I doubt my beautiful old people would have understood, and--nggh. Just does not work.

Lost 1.4 pounds. Ventured to Arletta, perhaps I should simply go down to a hundred-twenty-seven pounds, perhaps not a hundred-twenty-five. Before I could venture, because all so much exercise as a Soujin does, perhaps weight is more muscle than fat.

Arletta: OMG OMG. But the highest you're allowed to be is one-hundred and twenty-eight! You don't want to be only one pound below! Omg no!
Soujin: *cowers* Oh. Okay. One-hundred-twenty-five, then.
Mum: *facepalm* My child...!

So, er, yes. Have not yet told anybody, then, that I only want to go to one-hundred and twenty-seven. Agga.

Do hope that Janet will give me back my Notre-Dame de Paris CDs on to-morrow. I miss them dreadfully. Bruno is wonderfully wonderful, but he needs Garou and Helene Segara to make him perfect! Also, I cannot slash him with Celine Dion the way I can with Daniel [Frollo]. So, yes. I do hope I get him back soon properly.

I have a beautiful new dress. I shall take pictures. It is so beautiful. Went to Ben Franklin's, also, and Mum promised to make me a summer dress out of yellow cloth, because I have no yellow dresses. The cloth is a pattern of many different sorts of golden leaves, and the buttons will be white flowers, and I shall have ribbon on it, too, and it will be the most beautiful dress in the world, I think. Better than the hat of the Quingle-Quangle-Quee, which is what ribbons and buttons always make me think of. Also bought artificial flowers, because I am an idiot and I love paper flowers.

We also saw Because of Winn-Dixie! <3 Remarkably pretty film. So nice. Even Waen liked it, so I was very glad.

H'm, anything else? ^^;; I'm afraid not. I was unconscious for a fair part of the last three two days. Did finish MED! I cannot even begin to say how wonderful it is. I may like Charles Dickens after all. At least, I know for sure I love MED. I am dying to hear or see the musical. Shall save my allowance. It sounds like they did the Jekyllian School Theory for the musical, although I'm not entirely sure from reading the lyrics. May also have gone the way of Datchery-Bazzard. Again, unsure. Must hear. Eeee!

Shall geek re. MED again in another post. This one is getting... incoherent.

"Consider Each Superb, Disturbing Urge You've Ever Had..."

All righty. Soujin & Her Mum's collaborative MED theory:

Edwin really was in love with Rosa. Upon her breaking off the engagement, he went up to the top of the Cathedral to commit suicide. Reverend Crisparkle happened to be out, and, observing what Edwin was going to do, pushed him off so that it wouldn't be a suicide and Edwin's soul wouldn't be damned. He then tried to dissolve the body with the quicklime and hid it in Mrs. Sapsea's tomb.

Thus he accordingly "found" the watch and tiepin in order to create a suspicion of suicide (Edwin's soul would still be saved), but he couldn't "discover" the body as that would prevent Edwin from receiving a proper Christian burial due to his self-destructive death. Also, the body would quite clearly show that he had fallen from the tower rather than drowned.

Unfortunately, suspicion falls on Neville! Reverend Crisparkle tried to perpetuate the suicide rumour to a greater degree, but could not confess what he had done, and was thereby unable to divert the suspicion on Neville properly. He would have liked to admit to the Dean, but was too afraid of his mother finding out to allow himself to do such a thing, although he wanted desperately for the truth to come out to preserve Neville and also to cleanse himself of his sin.

His only solution is to move Neville out! All is going badly when Rosa suddenly turns up with her tale of the creepy profession of love from Mr. Jasper. Reverend Crisparkle, to his immense subsequent self-hatred, decides to try to imply that that already unfavourable gentleman is the one behind the murder. Then, suddenly, Bazzard disappears on a "business trip"! The Reverend sees a way out! He quickly shifts the blame to the suspiciously absent Bazzard, while at the same time reaching him through Mr. Grewgious and counselling him to change his name to Datchery and switch identities (without letting on that he is to blame for his current bad reputation), thereby, he thinks, solving the problem. Meanwhile, however, Durdles has discovered the body in the quicklime! What was just a rumour is now concrete fact and the suspicion that has fallen on Bazzard becomes outright belief in his guilt and results in a manhunt that calls in Scotland Yard! Also, Helena has fallen in love with the Reverend, and the Reverend is in love with Tartar, and with the police on it everything is sure to come out somehow!

What to do? What to do?! Dickens plans that startling psychological ending with Reverend Crisparkle's fabulous confession after his battle with the impulses inside him and his moral conflict, but unfortunately pops off before finishing it. Waen is v. put out.

Theory Number Two, Created by Waen Because She Doesn't Like No. One:

Helena, in love with Rosa, is killing everybody off. Edwin, then Jasper, then Neville--despite her sisterly love for him--then Tarter, and even Mr. Grewgious, whom she suspects of harbouring a fondness for Rosa. Ultimately, Rosa finds out the truth, and Gothic Angst ensues. It is properly creepy and heavy in the dramatics. Nobody has a happy ending.

Theory Three, By Soujin Because Waen Has Got Her Started:

It's Mr. Grewgious. He was in love with Rosa's mother, and, as he canonically mistakes Rosa for her mother once, he is projecting his love on to the daugher. Like Helena, he kills everybody off before Reverend Crisparkle hears his final confession.

Theory Four, Waen's:

Charles Dickens is a sadist and kills off his own characters for no reason at all. Evidence supporting this is the names he gave them, in particular Mr. Grewgious and Bazzard, but not forgetting Durdles, Lascar Sal, and Edwin Drood, with a special place for Reverend Crisparkle. Soujin protests that she loves Reverend Crisparkle's name. Amendment: Special place for Tartar.

Alternate Ending, Proposed by Waen and Soujin:

Reverend Crisparkle says oh hell with it all and runs off with Tartar or, alternately, the Dean.

Another Possibility, Concocted by Mum and Waen:

It's all Bazzard. He snaps and offs Drood in a fit of play-angst-related madness. Alternately, of course, it could be Mr. Sapsea, who is the true Jekyllian figure in this mystery.

Final Ending, As Per Soujin:

My head explodes. Isn't this all fabulous? Shall crosspost to syzygy_tides.