my heart is a glorious machine;

Kyra went home yesterday. We drove her to the bus station (which is a dingy little building on the outskirts of town), after the two of us had spent the last several hours sitting out on a blanket spread over the roof, watching The Sarah Jane Adventures. And, oh, we had such a lovely time, and I miss her terribly today -- no Kyra to say ridiculous things to when I wake up in the morning, or to sit and browse the internet with and look up and say "did you read this? what do you think of this?" or to bounce ideas off, and no-one to watch geeky television with. I should write about all of our adventures, but there were so many -- ! And the strangest thing -- or perhaps not -- was how utterly familiar she was. Yes, we've known each other for nearly seven years, and have kept in contact through every means other than physical contact, so I've seen pictures and heard her voice and know how she reacts and thinks and what things are important to her: but I was expecting some sort of vertigo, maybe a bit of uncanny-valley, because now she's moving and taking up physical space and oh dear, I'm afraid of people. But everything was completely natural and she was as familiar as -- well, as though we'd lived in the same town for seven years instead of living in the same spaces on the internet. Our conversations didn't have awkward stops in them where we scrambled for something to say, and we didn't mind being quiet together, and I didn't feel the need to retreat from her companionship and recover, which I nearly always need to do with people. Furthermore, she is awesome and funny and sweet and clever -- as you know if you have also hobnobbed with her online -- and gave me some excellent brainstorming for the vampire story that's been knocking about since last year not doing much of anything. (I wish I could say the same for your stories, Kyra, but I am reading The Bravest Thing and kind of loving it.)

There will be pictures soon. Many, many, many pictures.

And this morning, Moony came back -- or rather, Moony 2.0, as he was shipped from Shanghai and is completely bereft of his former scratches. He does, however, still have the splendid inscription you lot put on him. I spent several hours filling him back up with the music from three computers, and it is extremely nice to have it all in one place again.

Today I am feeling very tired.

Er. I really haven't got a good explanation for this. Here are two storybits from the Evangeline thingummy (I'm still looking for a surname, by the by, and the furthest I've got is the realisation that it needs to be monosyllabic and probably ought to mean something interesting). I wrote the first one and sort of forgot about it, and then I tried to write it again and came out with something mostly different, which is why they repeat each other in bits, and certainly in general theme, although they are also talking about different times, I think, and I need to marry them together into a continuous narrative of some sort, except that I still have very little idea of what this story-thing I am writing is about. 

Er. Also, this is mainly for lady_moriel , because she did nag me about writing some Evangeline, and I know she wants to read it, and also because nearly anything having to do with vampires is her fault by default, really. :D And because her birthdayfic is still a bit of mind-mist at the moment. ♥ (Okay, so is everyone else's. For some reason, I have had immense difficulty writing anything over the past few months. My mind freezes up and something vaguely akin to panic starts up. I have no idea what I'm afraid of: that I can't write all of a sudden? That doesn't make sense.) 

Well. Anyway. 




...This is completely barmy. Aaack. *trepidation*

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.