"Two Eyes that Shine Like the Moon, but the Clouds Never Let them Come Out..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

...Lillie is getting the Crack! Hamlet musical. The whole thing. How much does this rock? I mean, how much does this utterly totally impossibly win?

*bweeeeeeeeeeees*

So, yes, in other news...!

I am exhausted, and I don't know why, but I am utterly exhausted. I have had no time at all to-day, just as I imagined, but still, that oughtn't be enough, ought it?

I have been forbidden on pain of death to sing Artificial Flowers, especially if I should sing it the way Bobby Darin does. On the other hand, I am no longer forbidden to play the Crack!Hamlet musical; Waen has actually become so fond of some of the songs that she plays them voluntarily, very often.

I have even more things to send, now, but no envelopes or boxes. My collection is failing me rather. I shall have to make a search on Thursday indeed (I shall have no time to-morrow). Mum was going to come with me to work to-morrow, but something came up and she can't. She has been promising that eventually she will since last April; the trouble is that my work is almost exactly like her work, so she already knows what it is, and says it would be rather a busman's holiday. ;_; But I want her to meet my people, especially Anna.

Anna said if I should give her a photograph of myself, she'll give me one of her. ^_________^ Then I could show you--! And I should not ever have to worry about forgetting her. I should not, of course, but I really do like the idea of having a photograph of her. I shall try to find one of myself that's halfway decent.

The socken are upsetting me. I have never been this upset about any of them before. Augh. ;_____________;

I don't think I have the energy to do anything to-morrow, and yet there's more to do to-morrow than to-day. I shall never be free (of course I shall; I'm being very silly). I'm hungry, and I can't think why, although perhaps it's the fact that we had supper at five because of my French class, and it was very light... but still, but still.

Ngg.

I need a fire and a mug of cocoa and my sweater and a book, that's what I need.

Unfortunately, I shall not be getting them.

Comments

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

oh, you should make wonderful hot chocolate...! I mean it literally and figuratively, I think--or something like that, I never get my terms sorted out-- but! I should think you'd make lovely hot chocolate. With the little marshmallows, ne ne ne? And cinnamon--! I expect he'd quite like it. You simply absolutely must! *adores!* I should be very dreadful if I were.

*tu es amoro, et mundus meus*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

ros: do you think i ought -- ? i will, then -- if you think i ought. i think i ought, if you think he'd like it -- i'd like it if he'd like it -- i think -- i ought -- and marshmallows -- ! *grins and spins* but, you're not, are you? and you're not dreadful at all ...

*latin!melted*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

oh, yes! That should be quite lovely, I shouldn't wonder, and I'm sure he should--he is so terribly fond of chocolate, truly! and marshallows are so very nice...! *curtsies* If you think I amn't, then I suppose I must believe it!

*tu cor mei cordis es, tu puella pulchra es, tu gaudia es--!*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

ros: *aww -- ! beams again, and takes you by the hand again, and then another hand and spins with you*

*latin!melted!puddle, tu es trop belle, trop bonne*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*is spun, is spun, like pink sugar---! oh!*

*and le Soujin, herself, is rendered speechless with french!delight*