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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.
*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.
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Date: 2005-10-20 04:34 am (UTC);____________; It'll be-- better.
Iago, Edmund. Zeus.
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Date: 2005-10-20 04:56 pm (UTC)...Promise?
...Zara. :D Dakkar.
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Date: 2005-10-20 05:36 pm (UTC)-- As much as I can, yes. And really, anything would be better than they are right now.
I still have more crazy. ...and more evil.
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Date: 2005-10-20 05:39 pm (UTC)...Does that mean Horatio can apply for his life back, now?
...Only because you have more socken than me. And I have Horatio/Claudius for Anti-OTP Weekend, so there.
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Date: 2005-10-20 05:45 pm (UTC)...Sure.
...well, I have Hamlet/Claudius now. XD
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Date: 2005-10-20 05:49 pm (UTC)He's speechless with pleasure, I'm sure.
...Meanie. Always outdoing me.