Ooh you bite your nails too! :D I was nail-biter for practically my entire life, up until... this summer. Er. I can't really say what made me stop; for years and years I bit obsessively and then I just... didn't feel the need to, anymore. So not much advice there. I have bitten them since before I can remember. They look terrible--my cuticles are all ragged and damaged, and having stubby nails sort of ruins the effect when I'm trying to take romantically tragic photographs: mostly I try to keep my hands out of sight. I seem to be doing better with not biting them this time, though, actually. Maybe I'm...less nervous than I used to be? (I'm actually a tremendously nervous person; I don't know how much it shows up here.)
Eagle of the Ninth = ??? Apparently I am not cool. :( Plagues, nobody knows it! That makes me sad. It's an excellent book by Rosemary Sutcliffe (who is as British as her name) about first-century Britain under Roman rule, and a young ex-centurion attempting to find out what happened to his father's legion, which mysteriously disappeared when he was a child. (The Ninth Legion really did mysteriously disappear, and Sutcliffe decided to present her own...I suppose theory is too strong, but her own idea of what could have happened to it.) The prose is gorgeous and poetic and simoultaneously archaic and fresh, and I have loved it madly ever since my mother read it to me in the beginning of the sixth grade. It also ignited my obsession with ancient Britain, although I think I would have got to that eventually anyway. :D
DEAN PRIEST DEAN PRIEST DEAN PRIEST. ♥ ♥ ♥ Honestly. My love for Dean Priest knows no bounds. He was my first literary crush, with his subtext and snark and all-round brilliance, and is still one of my biggest literary crushes, and Teddy is nice and all but how could one not choose Dean Priest?!?! ...Well, Emily not choosing Dean does mean that he is, I think, my only object of fangirlism who isn't married or engaged (or dead), which is sort of comforting, I suppose. Er. *scuttles away* But yes, Dean is utterly amazing, and I want to write fic terribly; I just haven't got any solid ideas. (I need to actually read Emily of New Moon and Emily's Quest again, but the library doesn't have them, and it's starting to drive me mad. If no-one buys them for me for Christmas, I will buy them myself.)
Speaking of Dean, here's something I've been wondering: would you be willing/interested to co-create a fanmix for him? One, things are more fun in duos, two, no-one else is a fangirl, and three, I don't have enough of the right sort of music! Most of it seems too modern, drat it! :p I think that Damien Rice's 'Cheers Darlin' (http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/damienrice/cheersdarlin.html) seems appropriate, I think. (Although the title needs a comma. Ack. *editor hand itches*)
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I have bitten them since before I can remember. They look terrible--my cuticles are all ragged and damaged, and having stubby nails sort of ruins the effect when I'm trying to take romantically tragic photographs: mostly I try to keep my hands out of sight. I seem to be doing better with not biting them this time, though, actually. Maybe I'm...less nervous than I used to be? (I'm actually a tremendously nervous person; I don't know how much it shows up here.)
Eagle of the Ninth = ??? Apparently I am not cool. :(
Plagues, nobody knows it! That makes me sad. It's an excellent book by Rosemary Sutcliffe (who is as British as her name) about first-century Britain under Roman rule, and a young ex-centurion attempting to find out what happened to his father's legion, which mysteriously disappeared when he was a child. (The Ninth Legion really did mysteriously disappear, and Sutcliffe decided to present her own...I suppose theory is too strong, but her own idea of what could have happened to it.) The prose is gorgeous and poetic and simoultaneously archaic and fresh, and I have loved it madly ever since my mother read it to me in the beginning of the sixth grade. It also ignited my obsession with ancient Britain, although I think I would have got to that eventually anyway. :D
DEAN PRIEST DEAN PRIEST DEAN PRIEST. ♥ ♥ ♥ Honestly. My love for Dean Priest knows no bounds. He was my first literary crush, with his subtext and snark and all-round brilliance, and is still one of my biggest literary crushes, and Teddy is nice and all but how could one not choose Dean Priest?!?!
...Well, Emily not choosing Dean does mean that he is, I think, my only object of fangirlism who isn't married or engaged (or dead), which is sort of comforting, I suppose. Er. *scuttles away* But yes, Dean is utterly amazing, and I want to write fic terribly; I just haven't got any solid ideas. (I need to actually read Emily of New Moon and Emily's Quest again, but the library doesn't have them, and it's starting to drive me mad. If no-one buys them for me for Christmas, I will buy them myself.)
Speaking of Dean, here's something I've been wondering: would you be willing/interested to co-create a fanmix for him? One, things are more fun in duos, two, no-one else is a fangirl, and three, I don't have enough of the right sort of music! Most of it seems too modern, drat it! :p I think that Damien Rice's 'Cheers Darlin' (http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/damienrice/cheersdarlin.html) seems appropriate, I think. (Although the title needs a comma. Ack. *editor hand itches*)