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

[avonleigh.livejournal.com]

I. I used to talk on the phone in my closet all the time! But it was only so my sister wouldn't eavesdrop on my conversations (we shared a rather thin wall), and, sadly, there was no Remus.

II. Red boots sound smashing. If I liked shoes, which I tend not to, I should be very envious (I am envious of your combat boots though... I neeeeed combat boots!)

III. You have read too many books that I have not! Stopstopstop! I have no time to waltz about finding all the things you mention, which of course I want to, seeing as how you have Very Good Taste and all. *grins*

IV. L.M.Montgomery has the privilege of being the cause of the first time I ever stayed awake past midnight. I believe I was in 7th grade, and I stayed awake until 2am finishing Rilla of Ingleside, sobbing all the while. (I do believe Walter Blythe was the first man I ever loved.)

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IX. I need to go to bed toooo. Because I am elongating vowels and leaving heinously long comments and I must get up at 5:45 and go kill all my brain cells in maths! And you did (get the Roman numerals wrong), but I shall be gracious and forgive you (because, you know, I am the Protector of Roman Numerals, or something).

[faeriemaiden.livejournal.com]

Sadly, Remus never seems to be in my closet when I'm using it. :p But yeah, it's really roomy in there, and concievably, someone could live in there if they really, really had to. (Me: Yeah, you know, Jews hiding out from the Gestapo in my closet? Would totally work. Kyra: ...And they would go all the way to America to hide in a closet...why? Me: Er. Because it seemed like a good idea at the time?)

Red boots sound smashing. If I liked shoes, which I tend not to, I should be very envious (I am envious of your combat boots though... I neeeeed combat boots!)
Hee. They're sort of burgundy with magenta ribbon lacing up the sides, and they're a third of the way up to my knees, and the heels are DANGEROUS. To other people, I mean. So, if I'm puttering about and someone tries to mug me, they're toast. :D

You have read too many books that I have not! Stopstopstop! I have no time to waltz about finding all the things you mention, which of course I want to, seeing as how you have Very Good Taste and all. *grins*
But it's about CELTIC BRITAIN. You know you want to read it. *evil laughter* And, if it's any consolation, you have read scads of books which I haven't. My knowledge of Oscar Wilde doesn't extend much further than Earnest, which is sort of depressing, but I have a ruddy small-town library with weird priorities. (We have science-fiction written by WILLIAM SHATNER and--I am NOT MAKING THIS UP--Newt Gingrich. (Not together. That would be...so many kinds of wrong. And yet we have only four Robin McKinley books!)

L.M.Montgomery has the privilege of being the cause of the first time I ever stayed awake past midnight. I believe I was in 7th grade, and I stayed awake until 2am finishing Rilla of Ingleside, sobbing all the while. (I do believe Walter Blythe was the first man I ever loved.)
*giggles* Goodness, darling, it took you that long? The first time I was up past midnight was my first New Year. Yeah, I was a really strange child. But yes: Walter was awesome. Why do the awesome die young?

And...yes. I absolutely got the Roman numerals wrong. Thank you, O Avenger. :D

[wanderlight.livejournal.com]

Walter was awesome. Why do the awesome die young?

Oh, Walter. ♥ This, unfortunately, is true. A great lot of my favourite characters either a) die young, b) die tragically, c) live lives so terrible that they might as well be dead. Damned archetypes.

[faeriemaiden.livejournal.com]

It's terrible, innit? Sometimes I'm a little worried that if I like a character, they will die horribly, and it will be, ostensibly, my fault. And then I go about killing characters whom I'm sure will end up being someone's favourites, eventually.

[lady-moriel.livejournal.com]

But yes: Walter was awesome. Why do the awesome die young?

Possibly because of the general time in which the book was written. I just read in a children's book about disease that tuberculosis was extremely popular with romantic-period artists--they seemed to think that it happened because of some artistic fire within and loved the wasted look and the blood-spotted hankerchief as symbols of artistic talent. Had some idea that the best life was one fully lived but snuffed out in youth. Of course, when they found out that TB came mostly from unsanitary living conditions, all that went down the tubes.

Er. Yes. Going away now.