"Don't Change a Hair For Me--Not if you Care For Me..."

Well. I am definitely going to be Cyrano for Hallowe'en. Mum and I are already putting it together. I have hat, boots, trousers, and sword--that poor sword, it gets used for every costume--and shall soon have a shirt, but I shall need a doublet for over it, a moustache, a feather, and a nose. So! With twenty-six days and counting down, the hunt is on. I love Hallowe'en.

To-day is going to be quite a bad day, so much so that I really cannot wait for it to be seven o'clock and Zara telephoning. Until then, is going to be murder.

Also I fail at geography, and still haven't finished my Astronomy exam. It's just that I can't tell what's going on in astronomy at all. ;_; Stars are for poetry, not for science. Flail.

We've found a psychiatrist. I'm going to need her after to-day. *facepalm*

On a more optimistic note, I have a fabulous big green cotton sweater and I love it. Also REN FAIRE on Saturday, bweeeeeeee. ^________________^

"Stay, Little Valentine, Stay..."

...I BELIEVE IN MIRACLES..!!!

*faints*

Now to go up and treadmill. Must finish Fortinbras, read Exodus, and get a little further, if possible, in 1984.

...fweeee.

"Oh, My Heart is Beating Wildly, and it's All Because You're Here..."

I love Zara madly. <333333 More than I can say, really. Only the poor woman has had to endure one and a half hours of my awful shrill giggle. ^_^;;;; Also I think we talked about Hamlet the entire time, except for when I summarised Exodus, and the brief exchange regarding helicopters. I think I am a dork.

At any rate, the worst day is over. The week will be all right after to-night. Thursday is a pretty pretty day, except that I still haven't researched Osiris and the Egyptian passion play--flail I lose. But! And then Friday is work-at-the-library-day, and Saturday is REN FAIRE. Also with the relaxing, finally, although why I couldn't say.

So I shall live; I am alive. Bwee.

Also, my people--my people my people, I love my people. I love Jennie, and I wish I could do something, but I really can't help--I wish I could make it so she could walk properly, I wish she was not always passing out, I wish she were stronger, I wish she didn't hurt, and I wish I wish that she weren't so sad, but I can't do anything.

...Kelsey taught me to play Worst-Case Scenario. She was lonely and I had forty-five minutes, so we set it up on her bedside table and played. I won, but only because I was guessing half the time. ^_^

Also, I want Daniel back. Alas. I miss him.

...Playing Crack!Hamlet for Waen's friends.

FISH. TO-MORROW.