further proof of my fangirlish nature

[ontology]

I. So, lady_moriel and I were on the phone until twelve-thirty last night, which was basically The Best Thing Ever, except I woke my mum up because I was shut up in my closet for no good reason. (It's kind of cosy in there. Besides, Remus lives there. With his random piles of Time and various newspapers and books he keeps nicking off my shelves, and our vintage Life magazines from the seventies and eighties, and a lot of sandwiches.) Also, we made up the Best ScarletWoman!Ginny Fic Ever, which involves Antarctica and Random Hot Scientists and transfigured penguins and Dead Unimportant People and Molly's Amazing Clock of Eerie Accuracy. (CLOCK: [hand points to SHAGGING RANDOM STRANGER]. MOLLY: Must--go--to--Antarctica!) Also, Sirius uses netspeak specifically to irritate Remus (until he gets bored with typing funnily and finds something else), and we both read the Pony Pals when we were young and were probably vaguely ashamed of it even then. Heeee. AND! We are going to picket for Werewolf Rights!!(P.S.: Il Divo was on instead of Monty Python. AAAACK. *woe* I NEED MY FIX NOW.)

II. I am such a girl. Even without meaning to be, which is, I think, almost worse. Case in point: Saturday, my boots, blouse, and nail varnish all matched. (The varnish, which I found in my closet, is part of my semi-annual attempt to Not Bite Nails. Instead, I peel the stuff off with my teeth.) ERU SAVE ME. (I got really killer red boots for four bucks on Friday, though. The heels sink into the ground when I walk, which feels springy and weird and sort of awesome in a bizarre kind of way. And I got a purple floor-length skirt and something that looks kind of like an English riding jacket.)

III. I'm writing Eagle of the Ninth fanfiction. This is kind of scaring me (not least because I have the utmost reverence for Rosemary Sutcliffe). Is anyone else cool enough to even know what I'm talking about? :D Also, I had to do Wikipedia research for a passing mention in a vignette, wherein I discovered I got something wrong. Ack, historical fanfiction.

IV. L.M. Montgomery is pretty much the literary equivalent of mint and chocolate right now. *fangirls* Yes, I'm on a kick. Even though the first and third Emily books vanished mysteriously from the library two years ago. *cries* Also, I think I might be a Dean Priest fangirl. This is REALLY TERRIFYING.

V. Because I was talking to lady_moriel basically all night and watched a movie with the family last night, my internet usage has been disgustingly patchy. Am still working on comments & things.

VI. DO NOT SCOLD ME ABOUT THE TIME.

VII: It's Christmastime! I am so absolutely enchanted by this; I must dedicate an entry to it soon.

VIII: I STILL HAVE A PRIDE & PREJUDICE MOODTHEME. *squee*

VIIII: Shut up, I am going to bed. Also, I have a sinking feeling that I am getting the Roman numerals wrong.

Comments

[wanderlight.livejournal.com]

Hmm. I can't think of any appropriate songs about stars -- most of my music is "city music", to tell the truth, because that's where I live.

Ooh! Thea Gilmore's "Pirate Moon" is very evocative of night and nature, actually. It paints a pretty picture, and I think it's the sort of tone we're going for.

I actually went and downloaded "Emily" off of Limewire, and I have to say... yeah. Joanna Newsom does have a weird voice, but I think the song is beginning to grow on me. I think we should put it on the mix, definitely, but we'll have to account for the fact that... it'll probably turn a lot of people off?

I am definitely sensing a rich shot of crimson. (Er. Yes. I'm one of those barmy people who thinks in colour. ^-^)

I am too! Thursday has always been a very purple thing for me. I have colours for all the days of the week, all months, etc., actually. Aspiring synaesthete, over here.

...I wonder if we could shake our muses into order and attempt to write wee ficbits to go along with whatever tracks we end up choosing for the final mix?

:DD I like this idea very much. It ties in to our master plan to take over the world via Emily fic, too!

[faeriemaiden.livejournal.com]

Most of my music is city-music, too, because it is where I love, even though I currently live in a cross between a city and a town, which is rather dull and hasn't much atmosphere. :p

It took me several listens before I decided that I actually liked Joanna Newsom's voice; I listen to a lot of odd-sounding people, but I think she is the oddest. (I did discover her through a fanmix, though, so, um, maybe it won't be too bad?) By the by, did you get a listen of the other songs I suggested? If not, I'll upload them for you.

Thursday isn't purple, it's--very dark blue. lady_moriel and I once had a row about what colours the months were. Hee. I think I see everything in colour if I think hard enough about it, and music is especially potent--I often see pulsating colours and not-quite-shapes when listening.

There was this fascinating programme on, um, I can't remember now--some 60 Minutes-type show for about a month, going into medical and psychological oddities, and it mentioned the seeing-in-colour thing, which has a really awesome name I have already forgotten, and an even weirder one: people who taste everything they say. Like, they can't even say some words on account of how awful they taste. (I thought this was completely barmy until I realised today that the word 'pep' never fails to make me feel nauseated. It tastes of baking soda and water. Ick. I think that's the only one, though.) Also, people who taste in shapes. That was fascinating--'oh, this tastes pointy!'

I like this idea very much. It ties in to our master plan to take over the world via Emily fic, too!

*flashlight under face* MWAHAHAHAHA. :D

[wanderlight.livejournal.com]

I didn't end up finding them, no. Limewire is sort of unreliable for me -- half of the days it won't even go through my firewall, it's very hit-and-miss. If you could upload them, that's be wonderful. ♥

THURSDAY IS PURPLE, AND THAT IS THAT. :P

Ooh, I know exactly what you're talking about -- I had an obsession with it a while back. "Synesthesia". Or "synaesthesia", depending on which spelling you prefer. I WANT TO BE A SYNESTHETE, it's not fair. *stomps foot*

Ugh, I don't like the word "pep", either. But I hate, hate, hate "phlegm". Probably because of the mental association, but.