"Pas de discours ni de mots doux..."
Mar. 24th, 2005 03:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The pig dissection finished exceeding well. If anyone wants pictures, I have some.
erinpuff? Anyone?
At present, I am wearing a big white bandage around my upper armbecause it looks cool because I've been picking my skin bloody, and Mum v. put out. As well as the fact that it looks cool. I shall get inquiries from my acting class, I'm sure, and being the attention-whore I am this is quite desirable.
Waen made four loaves of bread for Maundy Thursday--two parmesan, dill and fennel, and two cinnamon-almond fish-shaped ones filled with a thick, buttery cinnamon-almond paste and with raisins for eyes and almond scales. Most beautiful do they appear, as well as most delectable. Shortly we shall make Easter cookies with her beautiful cookie cutters from Williams&Sonoma.
I still cannot eat any of these things, of course, but I am no longer protesting their being made. Besides, it's fun for us to join in and do it all together. This is just me training myself to use my nonexistent will-power, and be a good girl. With any luck, it won't be long until I can have a cookie on Easter again.
I love Bruno so very, very much. <3 Voice beautiful. Daniel is just as good, though. This is my favourite song.
Oh, by the way, I lied a moment ago. Pig dissection is not, in fact, entirely over. We still have the head. *g* Due to lack of refrigerator space, we were required to decapitate the corpse and stick the head in the fridge on its own, wrapped in a little plastic bag. The body and organs as well as much removed tissue went into the ashcan, and I pity the poor thief, hoping for some papers to commit identity theft with, who goes rummaging through our garbage this week. Due to many differences between the heart of a fetal pig and one which is full-grown, we shall shortly procure a heart from the butcher and have a go at that, too. I think I've found my true calling. Forget writing, forget psychiatry, forget teaching--
I was meant to be a surgeon. *EG*
Now to make cookies. Upon the same table, with the same utensils, and in the same apron I used when dissecting the pig, not two hours hence. Bwahaha. Our relatives won't have any idea.
Too bad I didn't save the kidneys.
"What are these delicious little dots you used to make the spots on the easter egg?" my irritating uncle shall ask. "They taste so ...interesting... and yet so good!"
"Oh," I'll answer, smiling serenely, "that's just the formaldehyde."
And then see if he ever made snide comments about our hybrid again. ^_~
Yes, it's a real pity those kidneys are in the ashcan.
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At present, I am wearing a big white bandage around my upper arm
Waen made four loaves of bread for Maundy Thursday--two parmesan, dill and fennel, and two cinnamon-almond fish-shaped ones filled with a thick, buttery cinnamon-almond paste and with raisins for eyes and almond scales. Most beautiful do they appear, as well as most delectable. Shortly we shall make Easter cookies with her beautiful cookie cutters from Williams&Sonoma.
I still cannot eat any of these things, of course, but I am no longer protesting their being made. Besides, it's fun for us to join in and do it all together. This is just me training myself to use my nonexistent will-power, and be a good girl. With any luck, it won't be long until I can have a cookie on Easter again.
I love Bruno so very, very much. <3 Voice beautiful. Daniel is just as good, though. This is my favourite song.
Oh, by the way, I lied a moment ago. Pig dissection is not, in fact, entirely over. We still have the head. *g* Due to lack of refrigerator space, we were required to decapitate the corpse and stick the head in the fridge on its own, wrapped in a little plastic bag. The body and organs as well as much removed tissue went into the ashcan, and I pity the poor thief, hoping for some papers to commit identity theft with, who goes rummaging through our garbage this week. Due to many differences between the heart of a fetal pig and one which is full-grown, we shall shortly procure a heart from the butcher and have a go at that, too. I think I've found my true calling. Forget writing, forget psychiatry, forget teaching--
I was meant to be a surgeon. *EG*
Now to make cookies. Upon the same table, with the same utensils, and in the same apron I used when dissecting the pig, not two hours hence. Bwahaha. Our relatives won't have any idea.
Too bad I didn't save the kidneys.
"What are these delicious little dots you used to make the spots on the easter egg?" my irritating uncle shall ask. "They taste so ...interesting... and yet so good!"
"Oh," I'll answer, smiling serenely, "that's just the formaldehyde."
And then see if he ever made snide comments about our hybrid again. ^_~
Yes, it's a real pity those kidneys are in the ashcan.
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Date: 2005-03-24 08:48 pm (UTC)I'd love to be a veterinarian because I'm really good with animals, but I'd freak out if I had to tinker with the inside of somebody's pet. I'd be too scared of making a mistake!
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Date: 2005-03-24 09:51 pm (UTC)I seem to recall getting out of the pig foetus somehow, but I don't remember why. I did a worm, and a clam, and the cow eye twice, but I don't recall actually doing the pig foetus. That was supposed to be a freshman year thing, too (froggy was in 7th grade).
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Date: 2005-03-25 12:44 am (UTC)We never had to do a pig fetus. We did sponge, clam, worm, crayfish, frog, grasshopper, starfish, and sheep eye, but no pig fetus. My biology teacher has a two-headed pig in a jar, though. That's way closer to dead pigs than I wanted to come anyway!
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Date: 2005-03-25 02:39 am (UTC)That's true, and is the only thing holding me back from my dream of being a surgeon. Considering my penchant for mislabling body parts and removing them due to being scalpel-happy...
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Date: 2005-03-24 10:36 pm (UTC)The bread sounds wonderful. And the cookies. Are there special kinds of cookies for Easter, or is it just fun shapes?
Daniel Lavoie is the Pilot in Le Petit Prince. Wanna watch it? When you get here? In a month-minus-a-day? *g*
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Date: 2005-03-25 02:45 am (UTC)From what Mum says, everybody at church loved it! ^_^ These are stellini d'oro cookies, which are what our family makes for all special occasions. They are particularly nice, and the fun shapes only add. Woe is me--I shall watch the mad uncle glomphing them down and have to content myself with WW hard candies...
Squeeee! Really? Really? Okay, this brings our total of Films We Must See up to three. *g* Gahhh, that far away? I can't wait!
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Date: 2005-03-25 03:02 am (UTC)Yep, really! (I could make a joke about the priest befriending a little boy, but that would be rude of me.) The other ones are Romeo et Juliette (plus the music videos with slashy Tybalt and Romeo's crazy pants!) and Hunchback II, right? I'd better find out if the video place has Hunchback II...
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Date: 2005-03-25 03:14 am (UTC)Use it well.^____^ Well, actually, that makes it four, then--I'd forgotten to count Romeo et Juliette, but I was thinking of Finian's Rainbow. I can in all likelihood lend you that if we don't have time to watch it, since four is really an awful lot. ^_^
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Date: 2005-03-25 03:20 am (UTC)Have you seen my conversation with
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Date: 2005-03-25 03:26 am (UTC)Yes. Yes, I did. I think I woke my Mum with snorkle-giggling. *G*
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Date: 2005-03-25 03:38 am (UTC)So canon. Sooooooooooooooooooo canon. I feel like I should be devoted to Olivia/Sebastian, but yeah, not happening. (Olivia may feel differently, but what does she know?)
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Date: 2005-03-26 01:52 am (UTC)*giggles* I think, as Olivia, being a wife whose husband probably does not truly love her, and who does not truly love her husband, due to your reckless affection based only on love, it is the consolation of your unhappy marriage and, indeed, your duty to set your husband up with the cute sea captain. Obviously. :P
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Date: 2005-03-26 01:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-26 02:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-26 02:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-26 02:22 am (UTC)badawesomeinsane.(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-26 02:28 am (UTC)So, Olivia and Sebastian are moping around, Olivia starts spending more time with Sir Toby and Maria and Feste and Fabian, Antonio shows up, and a plot is hatched... *g*
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Date: 2005-03-26 02:34 am (UTC)I love it. It's probably all Sir Toby's idea, and together Feste and Olivia see its potential, and they rope in the others...
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Date: 2005-03-26 02:38 am (UTC)Exodus 21:10 - "Another wife?" What is God talking about here? Uh oh.
www.newcovenantpatriarchy.com)
And then it ends with Olivia/Feste!
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Date: 2005-03-26 03:00 am (UTC)Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Write it, you. That's what spring break is for. *exercises unreasonable demands*
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Date: 2005-03-26 03:09 am (UTC)*has a shiny new Word document out* I think this version is going to have a lot more dialogue. And for the time being, I'm just gonna keep it in Modernish. Maybe once I know the language better I'll rewrite it. *g*
Oh God... I'm gonna have to write stuff for Feste to say...
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Date: 2005-03-26 03:47 am (UTC)You rock so hard, just so you know. Like crazy mad whoa, leik whoa.
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Date: 2005-03-26 03:54 am (UTC)Oh, random question that I've been meaning to ask you, but always forget - what am I to call you when we meet?
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Date: 2005-03-26 04:05 am (UTC)Julie will, I think, suit me just fine. You may find me referring to myself as Soujin, though, at times, because I've fallen dreadfully into the habit. ^_^ Shall I call you Lillie?
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Date: 2005-03-26 04:10 am (UTC)My name is actually Lila, pronounced like Viola without the o.
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Date: 2005-03-27 04:14 am (UTC)Oh! I never realised that! ^_____^ How pretty!
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Date: 2005-03-27 04:38 am (UTC)I like my name. It means "night" in Hebrew. But no one ever spells or pronounces it right. *pouts*
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Date: 2005-03-28 02:13 am (UTC)Oooo. But it's so pretty! Well, I shall say it rightly.
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Date: 2005-03-25 01:02 am (UTC)Sophomore year, I'm sure my teacher will be using me as an example for years to come... I'm not good with innards. I don't want to know what's inside of me, so I don't. We dissected a squid that year... Maybe it comes from my nonseafoodness, but I doubt it, but I touched it twice, and about three seconds later, for about half the class I needed to be at least three feet away from the nearest squid. I'm told I was green.. I ended up having to go to the nurse for the rest of the class period. Not a pretty picture... Hahahaha.
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Date: 2005-03-25 02:48 am (UTC)Oh, dear. Green!Tomoko. O_o I rather envy you, though. I'd adore to do a squid.
*has a thing for squid*(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-25 03:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-26 01:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-25 02:09 am (UTC)No, I do *not* want to see pictures. *feels queasy*
I so agree about loving Bruno, though. Have you heard any of his non-NDDP music? Because I could send you things. Also
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Date: 2005-03-25 02:52 am (UTC)I actually haven't. *squeaks* Would you really? Even after being threatened with pictures? Thank you so much, squeeee!