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I. This is probably the most newsworthy, so I'll get it out now because I am feeling charitable and won't leave you lot hanging in suspense: THE BABY IS A GIRL. !!! Mum had an ultrasound...er, several days ago...and it was, according to her and the doctor, very obvious. I...actually forgot to post about this, which is really rotten and scatterbrained of me, but I didn't get on until late that day, and I posted it on my Xanga, and...here, have a whole barrel of excuses; they're on sale today. Anyway, we are quite excited (except Timmy, who was hoping for a brother to even out the pack, but he's coming around), and Mum and I are already having to resist buying cute baby clothes.
II. Our wee kitten's got a name at last, six days after we got him! The trouble was that Dad and the rest of us couldn't agree on a name, and the poor kitten got called 'kitten' for days until Heidi suggested 'Bartholomew', inspired by the Doctor Seuss books Dad had got out for her recently (Bartholomew and the Oobleck; The 500 Hats of Bartholomew Cubbins). I like having a long name for a wee kitty, and somehow it suits him, although we may take to calling him Black Bart as well. (And, you know, we could call him Barty, too, which by a long, long stretch of imagination, logic, and fangirlishness could end up as Ten. Which...has just proved me The Ultimate Fangirl, as I am fangirling for a fandom I'm...not technically in, due to variables I can't, unfortunately, control. I'm going to go hide somewhere now.)
III. On the way out of Goodwill this evening, I spotted a man walking a VERY LARGE BLACK DOG.Sirusly Seriously, it was massive. Says Mum: "Oh, that looks like a Newfoundland." Says I: "OMG IT'S SIRIUS. I TOLD YOU HE LIVES IN OUR TOWN." Mum is oddly silent and not leaping jubilantly or attempting to knock the man down and make a run with the dog.
IV. While in Goodwill (a new one to us in a town we happened to be near), I finally found my winter coat. I have a lovely brown tweed dress coat that is simply crying out for a fierce black umbrella, but I can't wear it out all the time (I nearly ruined it bicycling down the highway on a rainy day; the back was horribly mudspattered and we had to take it to the drycleaners', which was when, um, we sort of totalled the car), and it's bedimmed hard to find a nice short coat. I was looking for a pea coat, but this one was just as lovely. (Yes, I look...ill and disgruntled and sort of mentally questionable in these photographs; they were taken with the ruddy flash on.) Also, the scarf? Was once owned by Sirius Black. You know it. (Can't you see him wearing it while motorbiking through the sky?)
V. I might as well get the clothingspam over with, so, um, here are photograph of me gadding about in a couple of dresses, and looking very much as though I need a shower. (Which I did. I took one afterwards.) Here I am in this rose-covered thing that I would wear to a holiday party if I...had a holiday party to go to. Here is this vintage thing with awesome buttons. And here I am in my pathetic go at dressing conservatively (we went to a different church on Sunday, and I was instructed not to worry anyone with lurid colours, striped stockings, or other things that might jump out as Really, Really Odd). Yes, the preening is on purpose. It's a foppish sort of outfit (or foppish vampire, which was what I looked like the last time I wore it, I think). How is this conservative, you may ask? Well, the colours are vivid but subtle (if you can't tell, the jacket is dark sage and the skirt is royal purple and the boots you can't see are burgundy), and...I'm not wearing the hat.
Going to bed now, I promise.
II. Our wee kitten's got a name at last, six days after we got him! The trouble was that Dad and the rest of us couldn't agree on a name, and the poor kitten got called 'kitten' for days until Heidi suggested 'Bartholomew', inspired by the Doctor Seuss books Dad had got out for her recently (Bartholomew and the Oobleck; The 500 Hats of Bartholomew Cubbins). I like having a long name for a wee kitty, and somehow it suits him, although we may take to calling him Black Bart as well. (And, you know, we could call him Barty, too, which by a long, long stretch of imagination, logic, and fangirlishness could end up as Ten. Which...has just proved me The Ultimate Fangirl, as I am fangirling for a fandom I'm...not technically in, due to variables I can't, unfortunately, control. I'm going to go hide somewhere now.)
III. On the way out of Goodwill this evening, I spotted a man walking a VERY LARGE BLACK DOG.
IV. While in Goodwill (a new one to us in a town we happened to be near), I finally found my winter coat. I have a lovely brown tweed dress coat that is simply crying out for a fierce black umbrella, but I can't wear it out all the time (I nearly ruined it bicycling down the highway on a rainy day; the back was horribly mudspattered and we had to take it to the drycleaners', which was when, um, we sort of totalled the car), and it's bedimmed hard to find a nice short coat. I was looking for a pea coat, but this one was just as lovely. (Yes, I look...ill and disgruntled and sort of mentally questionable in these photographs; they were taken with the ruddy flash on.) Also, the scarf? Was once owned by Sirius Black. You know it. (Can't you see him wearing it while motorbiking through the sky?)
V. I might as well get the clothingspam over with, so, um, here are photograph of me gadding about in a couple of dresses, and looking very much as though I need a shower. (Which I did. I took one afterwards.) Here I am in this rose-covered thing that I would wear to a holiday party if I...had a holiday party to go to. Here is this vintage thing with awesome buttons. And here I am in my pathetic go at dressing conservatively (we went to a different church on Sunday, and I was instructed not to worry anyone with lurid colours, striped stockings, or other things that might jump out as Really, Really Odd). Yes, the preening is on purpose. It's a foppish sort of outfit (or foppish vampire, which was what I looked like the last time I wore it, I think). How is this conservative, you may ask? Well, the colours are vivid but subtle (if you can't tell, the jacket is dark sage and the skirt is royal purple and the boots you can't see are burgundy), and...I'm not wearing the hat.
Going to bed now, I promise.
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*dies of laughter* I love that you're fangirling Ten without being in the fandom. ♥ (Although we should do something about that last clause,
YAY CONSPIRIUSY. (It's all your fault that I wrote 'conspiriusy' on my English midterm, Banui. Admittedly I noticed and scratched it out, but still. ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU HORRID PERSON.)
& I envy you, because you always have fun clothes. [I like your so-called conservative outfit, although I am not so sure about the hat. ;)] All I get to do is slop about in increasingly motheaten tracksuits and stuff.
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*giggles* Er. Yes. Well. I told
YAY CONSPIRIUSY. (It's all your fault that I wrote 'conspiriusy' on my English midterm, Banui. Admittedly I noticed and scratched it out, but still. ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU HORRID PERSON.)
HAHAHAHA...I mean, um, I'm sorry? ;) I couldn't even remember how to spell 'conspiracy' the other day. It was awful.
& I envy you, because you always have fun clothes. [I like your so-called conservative outfit, although I am not so sure about the hat. ;)] All I get to do is slop about in increasingly motheaten tracksuits and stuff.
Oh, the hat is fun! It can be Doffed at people. (Mostly, though, it falls over my eyes and makes my forehead itch. But that's beside the point.) And, er, thankee. I have too many cheap thrift stores and too much time, and I enjoy scaring people. :p
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I SWEAR, MY SPELLING IS GOING TO
SIRIUSTHE DOGSPADFOOTAND IT IS ALL YOUR FAULT.Eee. Yes. Doffing a hat would be fun. (I can never find one to fit my Oversized Cranium, though. It is sad.) I wish India had cool thrift stores, also (even if I would look pretty scary in eccentric clothing. I look scary enough as it is).
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Your subliminal messages, Noldo. They work, this is evidence! xD
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demonicfangirlism virus!DOCTOR WHO. DOCTOR WHO. DOCTOR WHO.no subject
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Very cool looking dresses though!
*sighs* I ought to get back to studying. Stupid final can rot in... a very hot place. All three that are left. Bloody tests.
Anyway, just stopping by to say hello! I must be off, english calls, as does that beau of mine. Cheerio!
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I ought to get back to studying. Stupid final can rot in... a very hot place. All three that are left. Bloody tests.
I feel so guilty because half of my f-list has Finals of Doom and...I haven't got any. *shifty eyes* Good luck!
Congratulations yourself on that beau of yours (what a lovely word; so much better than others I could name)! You two are darling. :D
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Congratulations on the news of your sister! :)
Also, I can't believe you saw Sirius!!!!! -dies of jealousy- I KNEW he was alive somewhere! Mwaha!
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Ooh, pretty pictures. I must admit, I'm not much of a clothes person. I mean, I don't walk around with too-short pants and t-shirts with butterflies, but I keep it rather conservative and simple; I've got too much going on to keep clothes in mind, too, or at least that's my excuse. It's more like, I'm bad at making things match.
Anyhow, I do love your coat, though. And your secondhand Sirius-scarf. :D
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here, have a whole barrel of excuses; they're on sale today.
*cracks up*
And, you know, we could call him Barty, too, which by a long, long stretch of imagination, logic, and fangirlishness could end up as Ten.
*cracks up again* I love you for fangirling Ten, who is absolutely worthy of any and almost all fangirling, even though YOU'VE NEVER ACTUALLY SEEN HIM. Which, by the way, I was thinking about recently--
Also, your clothes are even more unconventional than I thought, and I mean this in a good way: mine are pretty much completely boring. I usually wear a t-shirt and jeans to school because it's easy and it takes almost no thought, and I can wear my coat over it to, you know, keep warm. Can't really wear and skirts to school because...last semester I had to walk about a mile around campus every day, half of it outside, and it was cold. I keep wishing I could have an entire semester of classes where I'd never have to walk outside except between my car and the building.
Yeah, and the foppish vampire thing is also cracking me up. You really need to take some more stock pictures. And visit your stock account in the first place, since you haven't logged into it in OVER A YEAR, YO. AND PEOPLE ARE STILL USING YOUR STOCK EVEN THOUGH YOU NEVER GET ON OR UPLOAD ANYTHING. *gives Capslock of Rage back to Harry before he sues* And you should check out my stock account, because unlike my main account, I've actually been updating, and as of yesterday, I have up a series I really like that I took right after the Renaissance Fair (yes. In June. And I only put it up one or two days ago. Shush) and another, more recent, series with my new shiny swords, in which I sort of look like an assassin, which really amuses me.