"Beautiful Candy, Too Pretty to Eat..."
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psalm_onethirtyoneDay Two: (begun at seven o'clock pm)
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vivelabagatelle.
List three random facts about yourself that your friends might not know (good or bad) (I think this is terribly amusing. As though there were something about me that you don't know. I'm only the greatest attention-whore who ever existed, and of course I never like to talk about myself...)
1) I wanted to be named Juliette for a year, and signed all my school papers accordingly.
2) I have been homeschooled since the fourth grade, where I was traumatised and had to get out of public school (and then I wore a silver scarf in my hair andsparklychibi thought it was my hair and then she loved me and was my friend, and I loved her, and she taught me how to be a girl again).
3) I love to dance by myself and to soft music, but I like it just as much to go to noisy public dances like proms, and enjoy myself just as much--only in a different way.
Pick your top ten favourite songs of the month, then tag some people (these aren't in order of favourite; they're in the order I think of them)
1) 'New York's Not My Home', by Jim Croce
2) 'Mira', from Carnival
3) 'Le Temps des cathedrales', from Notre-Dame de Paris
4) 'What Fools These Lovers Be', from A Rock'n'Roll Twelfth Night
5) 'Save One', from Illyria.
6) 'Vivo Per Lei', as sung by Bruno Pelletier and Helene Segara
7) 'Old Man River', from Show Boat
8) 'Hamlet in One Minute' (shhh ^_^)
9) 'Ut i Kvold', from RENT (Icelandic)
10) 'Rythem Rythem og Rekum Yfir Sandinn', from 'Vikivaki'
TAGGED!tiamatschild, silverdragon262, maranz.
On to the post!
Was woken up this morning at seven o'clock to go to the optometrist's. I see a certainly fallacy here; namely, that it's a little self-defeating to go to the eye doctor's when one is so tired one can't keep one's eyes open.* As predicted, am in need of new glasses. He told me I have astigmatism. He did not exactly explain what astigmatism is, but it does sound rather impressive and medical, doesn't it? ^_^ I believe I shall check with Mum before I flaunt it, though.
*Actually, I love mornings, and thrive on getting tiny amounts of sleep, but apparently I'm sacrificing my dignity to the joke.
I love going to the grocery, because I love knowing what I want and being able to get it. I also love making choices based on price or nutritional value or something like that, and it always feels like a small-scale adventure to go to the store. I also watched the girl at the bakery icing a cake. I love that. I love how the bakery girls are so quick with their fingers and their tubes of frosting and can make roses just grow up on those little silver discs. I love how they start with a plain white-frosted sheet and then turn it into a picture covered with words and flowers and little curlicues of colour.
I think that's something I'd like to do, when I'm older. I'd like to get a job in a bakery and ice the cakes.
Stayed home, and listened to Carnival twice, as I wrote. I read more of The Kestrel and wrote letters. I love Carnival, but because I am going to wax enthusiastic about it to Nanni in a letter, I won't say so much now.
At one-thirty I went to the library, and it progressed woefully. I have, indeed, resigned my job for the rest of the summer (Mum had to do it for me, 'tually. I am scared of confrontation and wouldn't have mentioned it at all); the little one was particularly harassing to-day, or perhaps I was tireder, and I just couldn't bear it.
I ought perhaps to explain a little more about that situation. I've been looking after her along with doing my work for two months, I believe--she stays at the library because there's no where else to keep her while her father works. She is very loud, and very giggly, and very active, and I think the librarian gets as tired as I do, and she welcomes any chance to have someone else look after the girl, so I'm the one whose unspoken task it's become. I feel terrible saying anything about it because I do think she's a handful, and the librarian must be so glad not to have to. But I can't do my work. I can't shelve properly because she's always climbing on my cart (last week she knocked it over, and--I hate loud noises, I just hate loud noises, and I hate it when things get spilled or broken, and all those books all over the floor, after such a horrifyingly loud crash--and I wanted to sit down and cry) and she follows me everywhere, and any time I think I'll mention it to the librarian, she beams and says the girl absolutely adores me and always talks about how she can't wait to see me and wonders where I am if I'm late. And--you know. Guilt, guilt, guilt.
But Mum thought, well, if she's going back to school in the fall, I can simply stop for the rest of the summer and then take up again once she's gone, which is sensible, really, I suppose. I do feel awful, though. Muh.
I did, however, take out two silly murder mysteries and an Enormous Book on the Etymology of Names. It's quite ridiculous, and if anyone would like to look up the Runic Meaning Behind Your Name, she need only ask. ^_~ Their selection is impressive (although they don't have Zara--I checked. Alas,silverdragon262). I also found a beautifully ridiculous book that was just exactly like the one in Witch Week that Charles has to copy out of, except that it was about girls instead of boys. It was painfully, painfully hilarious.
Looked all through the picture books for a Rina, but I had trouble with it because of the child. I'll--I'll go by myself sometime and look in more peace. Still, I have a fairly good collection.
Harassed Mum at Curves by telling her all about Westmark in excruciating detail. ^_^ Everyone laughed at us, but I didn't mind.
Am finally home, and it's seven-thirty now--I'm about to begin writing. I hope to get this story finished by to-night.
Ten-thirty now. Nanni's story making me go *flop* ARGH. The sekrit characters are acting like Florian and Zara, and I promise you above all else they are not Florian and Zara. I lose so very, very, very badly at life and writing.
Hang on! They're not now! Now they're behaving more the way they should. Even so, I must be very careful. I shall probably throw it in at eleven, just as I did last night, and begin again to-morrow. It's better that way.
In any event, things are still working. We bring a close to the post of a reasonably comfortable second day.
Tagged by
vivelabagatelle.List three random facts about yourself that your friends might not know (good or bad) (I think this is terribly amusing. As though there were something about me that you don't know. I'm only the greatest attention-whore who ever existed, and of course I never like to talk about myself...)
1) I wanted to be named Juliette for a year, and signed all my school papers accordingly.
2) I have been homeschooled since the fourth grade, where I was traumatised and had to get out of public school (and then I wore a silver scarf in my hair and
sparklychibi thought it was my hair and then she loved me and was my friend, and I loved her, and she taught me how to be a girl again).3) I love to dance by myself and to soft music, but I like it just as much to go to noisy public dances like proms, and enjoy myself just as much--only in a different way.
Pick your top ten favourite songs of the month, then tag some people (these aren't in order of favourite; they're in the order I think of them)
1) 'New York's Not My Home', by Jim Croce
2) 'Mira', from Carnival
3) 'Le Temps des cathedrales', from Notre-Dame de Paris
4) 'What Fools These Lovers Be', from A Rock'n'Roll Twelfth Night
5) 'Save One', from Illyria.
6) 'Vivo Per Lei', as sung by Bruno Pelletier and Helene Segara
7) 'Old Man River', from Show Boat
8) 'Hamlet in One Minute' (shhh ^_^)
9) 'Ut i Kvold', from RENT (Icelandic)
10) 'Rythem Rythem og Rekum Yfir Sandinn', from 'Vikivaki'
TAGGED!
tiamatschild, silverdragon262, maranz.On to the post!
Was woken up this morning at seven o'clock to go to the optometrist's. I see a certainly fallacy here; namely, that it's a little self-defeating to go to the eye doctor's when one is so tired one can't keep one's eyes open.* As predicted, am in need of new glasses. He told me I have astigmatism. He did not exactly explain what astigmatism is, but it does sound rather impressive and medical, doesn't it? ^_^ I believe I shall check with Mum before I flaunt it, though.
*Actually, I love mornings, and thrive on getting tiny amounts of sleep, but apparently I'm sacrificing my dignity to the joke.
I love going to the grocery, because I love knowing what I want and being able to get it. I also love making choices based on price or nutritional value or something like that, and it always feels like a small-scale adventure to go to the store. I also watched the girl at the bakery icing a cake. I love that. I love how the bakery girls are so quick with their fingers and their tubes of frosting and can make roses just grow up on those little silver discs. I love how they start with a plain white-frosted sheet and then turn it into a picture covered with words and flowers and little curlicues of colour.
I think that's something I'd like to do, when I'm older. I'd like to get a job in a bakery and ice the cakes.
Stayed home, and listened to Carnival twice, as I wrote. I read more of The Kestrel and wrote letters. I love Carnival, but because I am going to wax enthusiastic about it to Nanni in a letter, I won't say so much now.
At one-thirty I went to the library, and it progressed woefully. I have, indeed, resigned my job for the rest of the summer (Mum had to do it for me, 'tually. I am scared of confrontation and wouldn't have mentioned it at all); the little one was particularly harassing to-day, or perhaps I was tireder, and I just couldn't bear it.
I ought perhaps to explain a little more about that situation. I've been looking after her along with doing my work for two months, I believe--she stays at the library because there's no where else to keep her while her father works. She is very loud, and very giggly, and very active, and I think the librarian gets as tired as I do, and she welcomes any chance to have someone else look after the girl, so I'm the one whose unspoken task it's become. I feel terrible saying anything about it because I do think she's a handful, and the librarian must be so glad not to have to. But I can't do my work. I can't shelve properly because she's always climbing on my cart (last week she knocked it over, and--I hate loud noises, I just hate loud noises, and I hate it when things get spilled or broken, and all those books all over the floor, after such a horrifyingly loud crash--and I wanted to sit down and cry) and she follows me everywhere, and any time I think I'll mention it to the librarian, she beams and says the girl absolutely adores me and always talks about how she can't wait to see me and wonders where I am if I'm late. And--you know. Guilt, guilt, guilt.
But Mum thought, well, if she's going back to school in the fall, I can simply stop for the rest of the summer and then take up again once she's gone, which is sensible, really, I suppose. I do feel awful, though. Muh.
I did, however, take out two silly murder mysteries and an Enormous Book on the Etymology of Names. It's quite ridiculous, and if anyone would like to look up the Runic Meaning Behind Your Name, she need only ask. ^_~ Their selection is impressive (although they don't have Zara--I checked. Alas,
silverdragon262). I also found a beautifully ridiculous book that was just exactly like the one in Witch Week that Charles has to copy out of, except that it was about girls instead of boys. It was painfully, painfully hilarious.Looked all through the picture books for a Rina, but I had trouble with it because of the child. I'll--I'll go by myself sometime and look in more peace. Still, I have a fairly good collection.
Harassed Mum at Curves by telling her all about Westmark in excruciating detail. ^_^ Everyone laughed at us, but I didn't mind.
Am finally home, and it's seven-thirty now--I'm about to begin writing. I hope to get this story finished by to-night.
Ten-thirty now. Nanni's story making me go *flop* ARGH. The sekrit characters are acting like Florian and Zara, and I promise you above all else they are not Florian and Zara. I lose so very, very, very badly at life and writing.
Hang on! They're not now! Now they're behaving more the way they should. Even so, I must be very careful. I shall probably throw it in at eleven, just as I did last night, and begin again to-morrow. It's better that way.
In any event, things are still working. We bring a close to the post of a reasonably comfortable second day.
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Date: 2005-09-28 04:22 am (UTC)...*maybe should type up entire Fantasticks script?* *with annotations?*)