"Pas de discours ni de mots doux..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

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 arm because 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.

Comments

[bewareofitalics]

Thanks! *snuggles* You rock like all that stuff too. *g*

Oh, random question that I've been meaning to ask you, but always forget - what am I to call you when we meet?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

^_^ Why, thank you.

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?

[bewareofitalics]

Julie it is, then! I guess I'll have to start training myself to not think of you as Soujin. *g*

My name is actually Lila, pronounced like Viola without the o.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

^_^ It's hard. As I implied, I have trouble doing it myself.

Oh! I never realised that! ^_____^ How pretty!

[bewareofitalics]

I have occasionally thought of myself as Lillie. Or Birana (my CATS fandom name), especially when I had people who actually called me that in real life. *g*

I like my name. It means "night" in Hebrew. But no one ever spells or pronounces it right. *pouts*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Hee! ^_^ Yes. And sometimes I accidentally call Waen 'Waen' to her IRL friends, which causes them to look at me funny.

Oooo. But it's so pretty! Well, I shall say it rightly.