"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

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

ros: -- is that why i like apples, too, do you think -- ? i wonder if they can tell themselves apart, or if they even mind so much -- if i were an apple, i wouldn't mind so much. but then, i'm not an apple -- am i? *blushes a bit more, and beams (a bit more)* oh, but you're not dreadful at all, are you? you couldn't be, i don't think -- you could say whatever you like, and not be dreadful, at all. well, not whatever you like, i suppose ... but you could not say whatever you don't like ... ?

*and then, will be positively gleeful*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Well-- it might be, mightn't it? I mean-- apples mustn't mind things much at all, for they don't seem to mind being eaten-- you don't look like an apple. I think. *beams back* But I am rather dreadful, I'm afraid. Not too much, but certainly enough, I think. I am afraid I often too say whatever I like.

*ah, the joyful life-- utterly unexamined*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

ros: well, i shouldn't like to be eaten, i suppose -- or at least. not by just anyone -- ! *innocent, innocent* and you've not been very dreadful to me, i don't think -- unless you've been hiding it. have you been hiding it ... ?

*socrates would be mystified*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*giggles and claps* Oh, who should you not mind being eaten by, if you were an apple? --Well, I hope I haven't, for you are too good to be dreadful to! I'm not so good at hiding, though, so I am sure I haven't be--

*yes, well, Socrates is the least of our cares--- amo te, amo te*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

ros: well, i suppose guildenstern should rather like apples, shouldn't he -- and i should hate for him to go hungry when i'm about, even if i am only an apple -- ! especially, i suppose, because -- well -- if an apple lets you go hungry, it really isn't much of an apple, is it? if i were apple cider, though, i should like horatio to drink me, i think ... or if i were hot chocolate. does horatio much like hot chocoloate? *and laughs, beams, glomps* well, then, you're not dreadful, are you? or at least, not dreadful to me.

*je t'adore, je t'adore~*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course! *claps again, delightedly* But apples are quite filling, really, so I'm sure it should be quite enough-- and Horatio, Horatio says he isn't terribly fond of apple cider (I didn't tell him why I asked, mind) but he likes hot chocolate rather. He's most fond of tea, of course-- he likes the peppermint sort best, but I rather think the chocolate-mint is winning him-- yes, of course, he likes anything chocolate! *adores and hugs!* Oh, I suppose so--! no one could be dreadful to you, though!

*je meme, je meme--!*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

ros: i'll have to be hot chocolate, then -- or if i can't manage that, i'll have to make hot chocolate, that should be better, shouldn't it? i'd still be about to see how he likes it ... *beamsbeams* -- well, you couldn't, i expect -- be dreadful, to me, i mean.

*c'est la vie en rose~*

[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*