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).

[ressie-noldo.livejournal.com]

Re. I: That sounds rather like the conversations I have with my best friend, except possibly less bawdy. (Er. Yes. Shut up.) We come up with some very amusing things, though, like the One Where The Textbooks Fought It Out. (Really. I was all 'Feh, that textbook is rubbish. I bet it couldn't even take the other textbook in a fight!', and things just...sort of...went downhill from there.)

Re. II: *giggle* Never been in that situation. (I do not own nail varnish. Honest.)

Re. III: I am afraid that I am not quite cool enough, but I will submit that historical fanfiction is maddening. (Yes, I tried to write Doctor Who fanfiction set immediately pre-French Revolution. Yes, I used Wikipedia like mad.)

Re. IV: I've only read the Anne books, which I loved in the beginning but cooled off towards when Anne got all domestic. (I think everything until and including 'Anne's House of Dreams' was golden; the rest were nice books, but woe! for the Anne I was fond of.)

Re. VI: *scolds*

Re. IX: Good. (Also, you are getting the Roman numerals wrong. I will forgive you due to the unearthly hour, though.)

[trolliepop.livejournal.com]

I. Oh, I've had those! sparklyjazz, kitty_mysticism, and I used to have three-way conversations late into the night. I remember once my cell phone bill being 150 minutes over because of it. My parents let me off though, because I'd had my cell phone for well over a year and I'd never gone over before. And I haven't gone over since. Do you mind e-mailing me your number? I'd love to give you a call when I get bored at Tournament this weekend!

II. I want red boots! I have some very nice prairie boots that belonged to my great-grandma, but they're brown, and I've nothing to wear them with!

IV. Yes, indeed! I need to buy some of her books. I love them so, and never have time to go to the library!

VII. OMG, IT IS!!! We have our tree up, and we play Christmas music all the time, and it's WONDERFUL and I'm so IN THE MOOD I could DIE!

[wanderlight.livejournal.com]

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.

Eagle of the Ninth = ??? Apparently I am not cool. :(

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?!?!

Also, I have a sinking feeling that I am getting the Roman numerals wrong.

IX, not VIIII. I do this all the time, too. It's tricky, yo.

I have no idea why you were in your closet, but that sounds like like a hell of a conversation. I like the bit about Sirius + netspeak. I can see that. Yes, I can definitely see that.

[everydayjoy.livejournal.com]

This is most random, but when I left your last comment, I saw your 'Rosemary Sutcliff' tag and had to click because she is like my *dream* writer. If I could write like anyone, it'd be her. Totally.

Anyone, all this wild little explanation is because now I'm here reading said tagged entry and I WANT YOU TO SHARE YOUR ROSEMARY SUTCLIFF FANFIC. Please?