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#I am eternally sad that a lot of my favorite characters would never ever in a million years be friends if they met

#like: Loki will never be friends with anybody

#Vimes will never be friends with kings

#Marcone will not be friends with anybody not loyal to either him or Chicago

#(or willing to help him help realize his plans for Chicago)

#(with a very clear well-laid-out bargain of exactly what they will want in return)

#(and that being something he is willing to pay)

#Thorin will not be friends with anyone not a dwarf of Erebor

#unless they prove beyond doubt that they have decided to throw in their lot with the dwarves of Erebor and share their danger

#and also not go against his decisions when he decides things in his capacity as King

#Temeraire might be friends with a great many people but Lawrence won't if they're against England in the war

#and Temeraire won't for Lawrence's sake

#Roy Mustang is perfectly willing to be friendly but he is also very done with fighting for someone else's goals

#and a lot of the others won't be friends with him if he won't fight for their goals

#Scar will not be friends with anyone but other Ishbalans and May Chang

#because he fights for his people

#and if you're not fighting for his people you may occasionally work together to achieve a mutual goal but that's it

#(May Chang wasn't on purpose but oh well they're friends now)

#Zuko is bad at people

#but he'd be willing to be friends!

#unless he's working on achieving a goal

#then sorry but hunting the avatar takes priority

#King Henry had friends once

#I think we all know what happened there

#Rumplestiltskin don't make me laugh

#Pellaeon is too busy running an Empire to have friends who aren't ~trusted subordinates~ first and foremost

#yeah Boromir is not going to be your friend if you're not actively helping Gondor

#(unless you are a hobbit and therefore fall into the category of 'noncombatant; to be protected')

#Javert has no friends Javert is the Law

#The Law doesn't have friends

#Garak will be your friend on his own terms

#they are not very reasonable terms though and if Julian is willing to meet them that's nice but no one else here is going to because gosh look at this enormous list of people with massive trust issues oh dear

#let's not even get into people like Edmund and Richard III and the Macbeths and Aaron and Tybalt and Claudius


#*everyone else on this list takes ten steps backwards and turns very pale*


Mar. 6th, 2010 06:26 am
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So I wrote this hugely long entry and was happily sorting out my thoughts on Marlena Moreau when I tried to look up another synonym for "apparent" in the thesaurus and the tab in which I was writing shut down without warning or provocation. I tried to recover my entry, but to no avail. I will attempt to reproduce what I remember, but seriously, it was hugely long- I'd been writing for over two hours- and I will fail to do so. It's immensely frustrating and I would dearly like to scream and hit things.

In lieu of doing that... here's what I remember.

Discworld fic. Best. pairing. ever.

At the office, and I'm actually not too far from being done. Debating whether or not it's worth mopping the floor and suchlike. I don't like to do it, and I have a hard time seeing the point of it, because it's going to get just as dirty tomorrow, because tomorrow will be hugely busy, and also because I cannot really conceive of judging a business on the fact that the ceramic-tile floor of their bus terminal/office has footprints in late Michigan winter. I wouldn't *notice* either the absence or presence of said footprints. I am aware that this makes me a poor sharer-of-space for those who prefer a higher standard of cleanliness, and in the past I have occasionally made the effort to clean regularly at the request of various roommates, but it's not something I will ever do for its own sake.

I'm hoping to go running tonight. Hopefully my foot will be fine, and if it's not, hopefully I will go swimming.

Opera rehearsal today was really cool, because Romeo and Juliette were both there, played by Saturday Sam and Cunegonde, who are both fantastic. I didn't see either of them come in- we were playing and Jimenez was singing away when suddenly we heard from behind the timpani someone quietly but expertly singing along, and then he took over. Opera singers are a little overwhelming when everyone's packed into Hart, because the acoustics in Hart are kind of ridiculous, but it was very cool and I really like Cunegonde's voice. I am looking forward to this opera. (Man, I am going to miss opera. Eru Illuvatar above.)

Spring break is starting, which means that here in the office we are having WEEKEND FROM HELL. Well, it's nowhere near as bad as the holidays, so I suppose it's only WEEKEND FROM PURGATORY, occasionally shading into WEEKEND FROM THE FIRST CIRCLE. My hands are now covered in papercuts from all the filing. (OMG, there was so much filing, but I am very good at it.) The papercuts make it look like I have gills on my fingers, which would actually be really cool. I have always wanted gills. Gills/wings/time-pausing/teleportation are pretty much my oldest and most persistent fantasies, especially the time-pausing, mainly for sleeping, but also for travel-time, because I don't like to walk fast ever. But mostly for sleeping.

Have booked a photographer. Progress! *is pathetic* Gary Shrewsbury is his name, in case any of you want to check him out and make sure I have not hired a serial killer.

Eyal/Paul/Caitlin, what are y'all's plans for spring break? Specifically, how and when are you coming back home here? The reason I ask is that I want to know if it'd be more convenient for me to fly/take a bus down there and catch a ride back with one of you instead of driving myself both ways. Which I don't mind doing, it's just, it'd be inefficient if one of you is driving back Friday afternoon and wouldn't mind the company. I'm supposed to be at work by 5 PM on Friday. I'll try to find out how flexible I can be with that, though.

Been watching more TOS. Have now seen everything through Journey to Babel. More on that later.

I'm actually getting pretty hungry. I had coffee after orchestra, and also the new ritalin-stuff has a side effect of suppressing my appetite for a few hours, but it's catching up to me. It's not like I'm DYING OF STARVING like I sometimes am, just. Hungry.

Okay, Plan: finish up work, go home, eat, watch A Private Little War*, come back, run, go home, shower, sleep, come back to work at 2:30 PM.

My hands are cold. Probably this is another side effect of the ritalin-like-substance, because it was always an effect of the ritalin, not that my circulation was ever exactly stellar in that respect.

*If A Private Little War is the episode I think it is, then I'm really not looking forward to that one. I mean, I'll watch it, just because I want to get through everything, but am I right? IIRC (which is uncertain), this is the one with the black-haired chick in the hot pink bikini trimmed with black fur, healing wounded!Kirk by a procedure involving much laying-on-of-hands and thrashing about suggestively while he's in bed a pile of furs, and then it turned out to be about Russians in Afghanistan. Again, if I recall correctly, which is again, not at all certain, it had one of the more morally gray endings of the series, which is... good, from a meta perspective, I suppose, but. The strongest impression I have of my memory of it is that I hated the Kirk/Dame of the Hour element even more than usual, and that I really disliked her personally, as well.

Saw Bread and Circuses again, and wow, it was nothing like I remembered, at all, which was kind of interesting. Well, the two WTF moments were unfortunately *exactly* as I remembered, them being a.) Hodgkin's Law of Parallel Planetary Development (!!!!!) and b.) 20th century!Roman radio DJ being unable to find a way to ridicule Christianity. Which, a.) WHAT, WHAT, WHAT THE HECK WHAT, WHAT. and also b.) seriously? Are you kidding me? Not that Christianity is inherently more make-fun-of-able than any other belief, but honestly, if you cannot find anything to ridicule about Christianity, than you must not be trying very hard. And also c.) Kirk/Slave Girl, which, *flail* Oh Star Trek, your gender politics may have been progressive for your time, but oh, they are so very very sketchy. Kirk, Kirk, Kirk, even when I hated your guts for your interactions with women, I grudgingly awarded you points for being very careful about consent: namely, for refusing to get involved with women under your command, even if they were ostensibly into it. Even Mirror!Kirk/Marlena didn't set off my chain-of-command squick. I was actually kind of proud of them for that, because their relationship was obviously one with good communication, in which the rank discrepancy was openly discussed, where both parties were very upfront about what they wanted out of it. It was a relationship that was falling apart, yes, but Marlena, at least, was confident that, unscrupulous mass-murderer though she was well aware that Mirror!Kirk was, she could choose to leave him at any time without fearing the consequences, and when she thought he had lost interest completely and made clear that she would prefer to end the affair herself rather than wait for him to do so, she apparently didn't even consider threatening to use her knowledge of his secrets against him. So... them. I actually expected to hate Marlena, and I didn't, yay. And then Bread and Circuses had to come along and ruin everything, because Kirk/Roman Slave Girl happened, and I cannot, I cannot find a way for that to not be dub!con at best, seriously, Kirk, what the heck were you thinking, what. I have decided that they did not actually sleep together, lamp-fade-to-black notwithstanding, because does Kirk strike you as the kind of man to get fully dressed and sleep on top of the covers after sex? ...Yes, I am aware that the censors at the time would have dropped to the floor and frothed at the mouth if they had tried to show that blatant a morning-after, but I am choosing to believe that it was a deliberate choice meant to show that Kirk would not have slept with a girl who had just informed him that she was his slave for the night. augh 60s.

Anyway, I know I wrote lots more, so this has kind of been an exercise in frustration, but. Whatever. I am going home to eat and come back to work, because... yeah.



Feb. 23rd, 2010 02:19 am
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So I continue to adore stories about hopeless wanting eventually fulfilled, and also, Tchaikovsky. Symphony is beautiful and I love it beyond measure, and cannot regret more strongly the missed opportunity of every time I sleep through it. Gregorian told Eema in his e-mail that he knew I loved orchestra, which- I don't think I knew how deeply that fear had run until he said that, the fear that he could somehow not know, and would believe that my absence was somehow wilful on my part, that he hadn't been able to tell that I wanted to be there with every fibre of my being-

Doctor LaDuca, you have a lot to answer for.

But Symphony is fun! And Gregorian was in a good mood today, and I played well, personally, and also I was on time, even though I had Eema convinced that I was totally awake and dressed and everything when I was still wholly asleep, and dreaming that I was TOS!Uhura and forging diplomatic relations with lemurs and yeah. I... actually don't remember anything before being on Burcham and drinking tea. There was stuff in between there, I am sure, because I was wearing clothes and contacts and all.

Have ordered pizza, and eaten three-quarters of it, which is a little unusual, but then again, I haven't had a good meal in a while. Not since Saturday night, at least.

Every time the light on the plane wing flashed it looked like a field of stars, or at least like someone's imagination of a field of stars, or of a nebula full of them, because there were far too many to be realistic. I'm still not sure what caused it; possibly the snowflakes suspended within the clouds, but anyway, it was gorgeous and surreal. Hurrah for red-eye flights, which suit me perfectly. I did manage to eat some leftover noodles (though they weren't exactly tasty, over four days later) before I went to bed, which meant that I was able to fully enjoy orchestra without dying of hunger the whole time.

We did not see much of Colorado, but I caught up on some much-needed sleep, and finally met Maya, who is OMG adorable and also, a cat, by which I mean pretty much the polar opposite of Worf in every way imaginable. Took Mical to see Avatar, which she liked, or at least found worth seeing (Mical has this thing where she actually has standards for the things she watches). On Friday night I got to fly by myself, which I rather enjoy, and when I got in to Denver Eema and Aba took me out to T.G.I.Friday's and I ate delicious delicious food, which was two chicken breasts and a bowl of angel hair and deep-fried green beans and peanut butter pie for dessert, and it was pretty much what I had been craving for, like, days, and I was hungry and it was perfect and YAY FOOD, ILU.

(I have eaten three-quarters of a pizza! And it was not too much, I feel pleasantly satisfied and comfortably full. Pizza-delivery person brought me pizza and it smelled delicious and I was all OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM.)

I have my Hamlet back. (HAMLET!) And also I have re-watched The Movie With Whales In, and re-read The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents, yay. They are not similar, at all, and I kind of want to go re-read Coraline and write out the rat poetry back-to-back, because who apparently decided that whenever rats chant songs, they must be epically awesome? OMG if PTerry and Neil Gaiman were not such good friends, I think I would have to go on some sort of epic quest to get them to be, because. Yes.

As to Movie With Whales In... ahahahahahahaha. I think I need to write more about that later, because I have many things to say (good things, heaven help me) and I will be long and rambly, and also I think I ought to throw in some K/S recs, and you all can be boggled at the level of sheer shmoopy melodrama that I will happily allow in my fiction. Ahaha, I am pathetic. But you all love me anyway. Even if I will never get people to think I am cool.

Also saw Journey to Babel, for the first time, and of course I fully understand the objections I have heard about it, but I cheerfully ignore them all, because OMG SAREK AND AMANDA ARE SO IN LOVE IT'S RIDICULOUS. And then Spock and Sarek were talking! At the end!

I kind of want to string together clips of the moments that I refer to in my head as "I hate you so much right now," such as when Kirk and Spock and McCoy are all standing around and Spock's like "well, we could try time travel" and McCoy gets this look and waits patiently for Kirk to shoot that down right this minute for the insanity that it is and Kirk's just like "Oh yeah, that could work" and McCoy gets this LOOK and Spock's like "I will begin my computations" and McCoy's look gets about a billion times worse and Kirk's like "You do that!" and McCoy looks like his head is about to *explode* and I'm just sitting there laughing my own head off and going omg McCoy hates you guys SO MUCH right now! Or nearer the end when Spock is all *dire!Vulcan* "I will have to make a guess" and Kirk's just like "RIGHT ON!" and ohhh if looks could kill Kirk would be dead, D-E-D dead skewered and dead on the floor, right there, poor Spock.

Also, also ahahahahahahaha San Francisco, you guys. San Fran-freakin'-cisco. Where Sulu was born! Aww Sulu, flirting with the pilot and then stealing his plane and okay seriously I could still have recited entire long gobbets of that movie, my memory being what it is, but I- aw man, seriously, I'm in love and I'm not sure how that happened, really, at all, it is a little weird, you guys.

Dear Seventh-Grade Leora: I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I think I've betrayed everything you ever stood for. You were all I WILL NEVER WATCH STAR TREK OR THE PRINCESS BRIDE OR MONTY PYTHON ALSO I WILL NEVER FALL IN LOVE AND NEVER BE ATTRACTED TO ANYONE AND yeeeeaaahhhhh. At least I still laugh like you do?

When I have digested some more I will go run. You know. Theoretically. Hopefully.

Journey to Babel has Andorians (and a fake Andorian) and I'm sitting there watching Thelev make everyone run in circles going yeah, he's evil as anything, but isn't he hot? and I'm sorry this is getting out of hand. I used to be relatively indifferent to the lighter shades of blue. Apparently not anymore. Good grief.

At least I don't have the slightest hint of a thing for green? I mean, does that redeem me somewhat, that I can look at Gaila and the other Orion girls and go "well they're nice I guess and they're showing a lot of skin and stuff and I really like Gaila's character and attitude but it's not like they're blue or anything" and nevermind I guess I'm just demented.

I suppose I should work? I don't really want to.


Okay. Time to slack off until I feel like running. Then I will go home.


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I love the piano duet scene so effing much. You know what I'd like? Victor/Victoria/Emily ot3. I think that would actually be pretty cool.

I'm feeling both lazy and restless tonight. I don't have a car here, so I'll need to call a taxi to get home, which I don't particularly feel like doing right now. I should practice, or run, or swim, or sleep, or something. My heart and lungs are still sore from last night. I can feel my trachea twinge, on occasion, and you can't tell me that this is normal. I should not be able to feel my innards. Stomach, sure, I will give you the digestive system. But not the rest. Innards are innards and they should stay there.

I bought myself a silver heart pendant for Valentine's Day, because that's how I roll, and it arrived in the mail today. I am debating finding it a chain of its own, because it's rather large and the box-chain I tend to use interchangeably (but mostly with the butterfly) might be too delicate-looking by comparison.

Murrrrg. I was supposed to clean my flat tonight, and I really don't feel like doing that. I was also supposed to make progress on wedding things. And stuff. I dunno.

Maybe I'll just go home and go to sleep. I could use the sleep.

Or a shower. I could use one of those too. I don't like taking showers, that's the thing; they are infernally boring.

*yawns* My jaw is still sore from laughing at thefourthvine's recap of The Naked Time. Ho-ly.

I think I may be lonely.

I'm actually still dealing really badly with being second chair for the R-K, which is disappointing, because one would think that I could be more professional about this, but apparently not.

Yeah, I think I'm lonely. 'S got nothing to do with the R-K and my inability to get over it, just is. Also with the fact that 2010 has not been a very good year so far, or at least February has not. It's four in the morning, though, so I can't call anybody.

Maybe I'll walk home. I think that might be pleasant.

The bra I bought when Caitlin's Eema and I went looking for wedding corsetry is not nearly as comfortable or good as I thought. This is actually a fairly regular occurence. Leora tries on bra, Leora says "hey, this is great" and buys it, Leora wears it for maybe three days then goes "man, this is uncomfortable. and also makes me look like I have three breasts. I must be careful or I will be burned for a medieval witch." I need to find some time during the day to go buy proper sports bras, as well, but of course I'm never awake during the day. Also bras are crazy expensive, which is unfair. You know what would be less expensive? Cutting them off like an Amazon. Ha. That'll teach- uh... the bra industry.

My dream last night was animated. It kind of just struck me right now how weird that is, that last night I dreamt in 2D animation. It was very very pretty and artistic, just... that's weird. That's really weird. It was a really really good dream though, and I didn't want to wake up.

Yesterday I remembered Iron Pyme. She's not actually real, is she? I'm pretty sure she's from a dream too. I think I spelled it Iron Pym at the time, but that looks too much like it would be pronounced Iron Pim, and it rhymes with- uh- rhyme. So: Iron Pyme. Yes? Yes. I don't know why I remembered her yesterday, but her name was in my head for some odd reason.

Anyone who reads this (which is like 2, but whatever) please answer the following question as honestly as possible.


It can be anything from 'why is the sky blue' to 'why do we exist' to 'why don't I have a date for prom' Please?

Adrian: Why?
Hex: Because.
Adrian: Why anything?
Hex: Because everything. XXXX Out of cheese error. Redo from start.

Ipslore the Red: What's it all about, really? What is there that makes life worth living?

And, well... 'cause we haven't found a better alternative yet, for one, and 'cause if we left we might go somewhere where there's no frisbee, and that would suck. My sister once explained to me why the sky is blue; something to do with the layering effect that the atmosphere has on visible light, you don't have a date for prom because the eligible guys seem to be either taken, gay, or stupid, and we exist because... well, I guess because it's fun.

Marta once told me that being a Sagittarius meant that I was insightful and philosophical, and she's wrong, but as far as life goes... because there are little things that make it all worthwhile, like frisbee or the morning when your whole family sits down to breakfast or when you and your parents sing and dance wildly on a subway car or when all your friends are sitting together in a cozy room and it's four o'clock in the morning and everything's funny because you're all so tired, or when you climb up a tree and scrape your wrist but keep going and you reach the top and look out and the sun and the wind are on your face, or the time you went to the playground with a friend even though it was raining and the slides were slippery and the puddles were deep and you run and splash and laugh, or when you're doing homework and you spontanously turn the page and draw a picture and it's one of the best you've ever drawn and you know that you're going to have to stay up late to finish your homework now but the satisfaction makes it worth it, or when you watch one of your best friends dance and in the darkened auditorium she seems to glow with her own light and for a moment you simply cannot believe that she is actually an earthly creature, so ethereal and compelling and passionate and divine are her movements. And so we live from moment to moment and we survive the bad times because there's just no way we can give up the good.

That's why. Hope it's honest enough for you.

Well I can't top that. but I would like to add to Leora's "why"s. Becase thoes little purple violets come up in the spring becase they are the nicest smelling flowers in the whole world. because in the summer when it has been really hot all day and it is finally night time and you open your window all the way and the air is so nice and cool and your sheets smell so nice becasue your mother has dried them on the cloths line outside. Because there are always librarys and books stores with lots of books that I have never read. This is fun. Becase there are so many hats out there I have not worn yet! Because peaches will be in season in a few months. Because I still have to get my splits all the way down. Because there is chocolate, well there is often chocolate, right this minet there is no chocolate but there is jello, not quite the same but oh well. Because I have silly friends who will continue to do silly things but that is why I love them. Because we have almost made it through junior year and you will Not be in India all summer. Yay!!! Well not as deep as Leora's and not nearly as many SAT words but at least I am happy now.

Because we're waiting for the bloody fanfics to finish.

I suppose you could switch that with: book series, movie trilogy, or whatever-else-you're-waiting for, but currently for me it's the fanfics.

...Or it's because I want to finish my one bloody fanfics or book series.

... ... Or it's because I have yet to be embarrassed out of my mind by hearing, "semeru" at Naginata practice yet.

My God/Satan/Someone. I have turned into such a pervert....

I have forgotten to mention in my journals that my gym shorts, provided by the school, scream "Rora". It is not a subtle mentioning of "eyeliner," this is bloody well screaming "EYELINER!!!!!!!!!!!!" (My gym uniform is neon green and blue. While most people have their names on their shirts and shorts, it is usually in blue thread (against the blue background). Mine, however, is in neon green on blue background.

Hence, it is screaming "RORA!"

Shut up. It's... well, "It's".

It's from May 2004, meaning I was, what, sixteen? I'm twenty-two, that's still freaking me out, I don't feel twenty-two.

I will miss my city.

(sheesh, disjointed entry much?)

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So once in a while I find something that exists and I'm all like, there is no way the creator(s) of this did not custom-make this for me. I mean, this is perfectly tailor-made for my exact tastes. That cannot be random coincidence. Am I mad? Am I in a coma? Or am I back in time just really easily pleased?


So Sharpe, right, I realize none of you care for it much but BOROMIR, IN THE NAPOLEONIC WARS, WITH A KICKASS WIFE. And let's not forget the rest of the Chosen Men, because they're winful. Or Lord Wellington, on whom I am fast developing mad historical crushes. (Have I mentioned how much I love Sharpe/Teresa lately? Because guys, it's a period action flick. You don't get good female characters, much less good romances, in period action flicks. But Teresa! And Sharpe/Teresa! It is very very good.)

A quick summary of the movies:

Sharpe's Rifles: Sharpe meets the Chosen Men by waking up Harper, who promptly attacks him. They roll around on the stable floor until some superior officers wander in and go WTF SHARPE YOU CAN'T DO THAT YOU'RE AN OFFICER NOW REMEMBER.

So Sharpe waits until they're gone. And then he and Harper resume their scuffle on the floor of a different stable. Then Teresa walks in and goes, So, I'm an experienced leader of soldiers. You really shouldn't do that, now that you're an officer and all.

So Sharpe ties up Harper's hands and wrestles with him in a river.

Sharpe's Eagle: The very first thing we see is Harper in Sharpe's tent, nursing his wounds, shaving him, dressing him, and singing him lullabies. Then we meet the South Essex. The South Essex are flogged soldiers, completely green troops, and led by an idiot. Sharpe takes them out for some basic training.

The men are no good at shooting. So Sharpe tells them all to strip to their shirts, and they do, and they're still apparently not good enough so Sharpe takes off his own shirt and struts up and down in front of them bare-chested and then they are inspired and perform amazing feats of gunnery. And then one of them takes the opportunity to swoon into Sharpe's arms.

We also meet Colonel Lawford, who offers himself as comfort in place of Sharpe's lover Teresa, who has gone off spyhatting. YOU THINK I'M MAKING THIS UP, YOU GUYS.

Oh yeah, and Lieutenant Billings is hopelessly in love with James Bond, who thinks that Billings is in love with the Countess, and so tries to get her for Billings, but is stopped by Sharpe, who- naturally- rolls around with him on the ground. And actually gets beaten up, because it's Bond, James Bond, you guys, and it's all very tragic, and goes like this:

James Bond: Fancy a fumble, old boy?
Billings: *hopes very hard that he just heard what he thought he heard*
James Bond: *indicates nearby wenches*
Billings: *tear*
James Bond: Well, you might as well have the maids, since you can't have the mistress.
Billings: *makes cow eyes at James Bond over cards*
James Bond: *wins at cards* You want a woman, old boy.
Billings: Do I?
James Bond: Plenty of fish in the sea, old boy.
Billings: *meaningful look* You know what I want.
James Bond: The Countess, of course.
Billings: *tear*
James Bond: *wins at cards*
Billings: I'm unlucky. Unlucky in cards. *meaningful look* Unlucky in love.
James Bond: You know what? I'll go get her for you.
Billings: Wait, no, that's not-
Teresa: Your fellow officer is harassing the Countess. Go stop him.
Sharpe: *tries*
Sharpe: *gets beaten up by James Bond*
Superior Officers: *walk in on Sharpe and Bond rolling around* GOD, SHARPE, WE CAN'T TAKE YOU ANYWHERE, CAN WE.
Sharpe: *is ded of Bond*
James Bond: RAR.
Sharpe: *stands in front of Countess*
Sharpe: *sways on feet*
Teresa: *stands in front of Countess in case Sharpe falls over*
James Bond: So you can pay the debts she owes her servants?
Sharpe: ...
American Southern Gentleman: *hands Sharpe the money, v. surreptitiously, in front of everyone*
Sharpe: ...
Sharpe: ...
Sharpe: *pays*
Countess: Oh, thank you, Richard Sharpe.
Sharpe: *now owes Southern Gentlemen more money than he'll ever see in his life*
Sharpe: *wanders off to sulk*
Countess: Oh, Commandante Teresa, you're so lucky to have him.
Teresa: *shrugs* Eh. He is lucky to have me.

Guys, you would not believe how much of that was quoted verbatim.

Sharpe's Company: There is a battle, but we pretty much immediately cut to Sharpe shirtless. A tiny adorable Sweet Polly Oliver shows up and is immediately taken with Sharpe and starts following him everywhere, when Pete Postelthwaite shows up. Sharpe slams him into a wall and sends him on his way.

Pete Postelthwaite finds Teresa and attacks her, because he's been creepily stalking Sharpe and trying to kill his lovers ever since India. Teresa, of course, hands him his arse and is considering just slitting his throat and having done when Harper enters, and then Sharpe. Sharpe snarls a lot and then (actually pretty unwisely) decides to opt out of cold-blooded murder. So Pete Postelthwaite insults Harper, who attacks him, and then Sharpe jumps into the dogpile, and they all three roll around on the stable floor and then in the streets until some superior officers happen along and go GOD SHARPE NOT AGAIN SERIOUSLY THIS IS GETTING OUT OF HAND.

And lo, the Sweet Polly Oliver follows Sharpe doggedly around for the rest of the movie.

Sharpe's Enemy: I only started rewatching this one, guys, but it definitely opens with Sharpe and all five Chosen Men shirtless and playing informal rugby and tackling each other and the superior officers walk up just as Sharpe is shirtlessly dogpiled by all of his shirtless men. And they just roll their eyes and go yeah, must be Tuesday.

(Seriously, guys, how is there not a bigger fandom for this sort of thing?)

Started watching Life on Mars with Eema. I'm- as much as I like it, I'm leery of this show. I know shows like this. Shows like this do not hold back. They do not show mercy. I am very firm with myself here- I will not get too involved with you, Life on Mars. We can just keep this casual, right? We can just keep the emotions out of it, okay, because I have been hurt too many times in the past by shows like you. But I just can't stay away like I know I should, because you are really good.

Hey Torchwood? I think it's best that we spend some time apart right now. I think we can work it out, I do, I'm willing to make that effort if you are. I just need some time.

Oh right, but I started this because I wanted to talk about Leverage, because guys guys guyyyyyys, it is JUST FOR ME. It is every episode a heist flick (I love heist flicks!) for some Robin Hood-esque mission (I love Robin Hood!) with five awesome characters (TEAM!), two of which have lots of fun sparky chemistry (Nate/Sophie otp!) and are also kind of Team Parents, you know how it goes, and the other three of which are all together and shiny (Eliot/Parker/Hardisan OT3 OF AWESOME) and also, Badger (BADGER!) is quite possibly Nate's bitter ex, but in any case he's Nate's evil equivalent (Evil Mastermind Badger!) and there are HEISTS.

I was looking for music videos and I noticed that when you are just watching clips without sound, seriously you guys this entire show looks like a gag reel.

I love it.

Also, I've ordered The Fall off Netflix. Yes, I know.

When I read Wyrd Sisters for the first time, I was obsessed with Macbeth and I was all, OMG, this book is so good!

Then I re-read it after I read Hamlet too, and was all OMG, this book is even better than I thought!

And then I just re-read it now, being presently obsessed with a good deal of Shakespeare, but Hamlet and Macbeth in particular, and I was all OMG THIS BOOK IS EVEN BETTER NOW.

Looking forward to re-reading Watership Down, reading Fast Ships Black Sails, and kind of dreading kind of flailing with impatience for Treason's Shore. (What an awful title. Ms. Smith, we need to have some words about that title.)




Off to practice and die.

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The other day it snowed, and each snowflake on my face felt like a kiss. Today the wind seemed to run fingers through my hair. Mmmm. Let the weather know that its love is requited.

Got a haircut today. I now resemble a poodle. But a cute poodle. Actually what I really look like is like I've fallen out of a 70s Israeli musical, which is... um. Fun. Actually I love my hair like this; it is unbelieveably fluffy. I've been trying to get ahold of Jessica so I can show her and spend some time with her before I leave, but she's not answering her phone.

I will miss my elementary schoolers! I hate to say goodbye to all of them. Bennet Woods this morning, and I missed Chippewa- one more precious day with the sixth grade orchestra gone. Will miss them most of all. Tomorrow is my last day with them. I'm going to make a hundred or so Caitlin Cookies tonight for them. *sighs*

Nabiya, nabiya, something something onara...

I bought two boys' shirts today. They are plaid flannel and extremely comfortable, but the buttons are backwards and that is confusing. Also searched for a purse and a coat. Unfortunately the fashion right now is leather and fur for both of those, and I don't want leather and I especially don't want fur.

The Hebrew word for leather is or. It's the same word for "skin" and also for "light." The illuminating kind, like in my name, not like lightweight.

Lightly Row:

Yonatan ha katan ratz ba boker el ha gan
Hu tipes al ha etz, efrochim chipes
Oy va voy lo la shovav
Chor gadol be michnasav
Hu tipes al ha etz, efrochim chipes

(Little Jonathan ran to school in the morning
He climed the tree, looking for baby birds
Oy va voy, that naughty little boy
He tore a big hole in his pants
He climbed the tree, looking for baby birds)

Missed Voyager today. Asked my cousin Danna to record it for me, and I think she managed to, so yay, maybe I can get Eema to watch it with me again. Eema is fun to watch things with.

(I miss Cardassians. Caeson have hair like mine, but are otherwise fairly uninteresting.)

Have bought The Last Continent, which may very well be my favorite Discworld book of all. I LOVE RINCEWIND. I loved Rincewind in China and I love him even more in Australia. The first time I read it Tamar had just come back from there and told me all her stories, so I knew what it was like and was able to laugh at all the jokes. And now I'm rereading it and understanding all the innuendo that I missed the first time around. Also am just laughing at the kangaroo, because kangaroos are hilarious no matter what their context, and if Pterry is writing a kangaroo you know it's going to be even BETTER.

Mrs. Gregorian keeps telling her 5th graders that I was a string buddy teacher when I was in high school (I wasn't) and that if they sign up, they could get someone as cool as I am. I kind of highly doubt that they think I am cool. Most of them have realized that I tend to be more immature than they are.

Am trying to show Eema the video of Janeway and her boots set to These Boots Are Made For Walking, which is a lovely song, by the way, that I've always loved, and now she's trying to sing it and it's the best rendition of Nancy Sinatra I've ever heard, I know that. Hee.

I smell nice.

I don't have much to say. Fedoras rock my world, and I'm sad to be leaving and I still don't feel excited even though I keep telling everyone that I am. I practiced today and it actually went okay, not very well but not too terrible either. I have a lesson tomorrow and I hope I don't die.

At the hairdressers I was singing "How About You" by Frank Sinatra, which I really like, and "Al Tagidi Li Lo" by Naomi Shemer, which I also really like. It's a love song and the narrarator says basically, if I had a ray of the moon for my own I would make you a crown of its rays... if I had a piece of the forest for my own I would show you beautiful music at its heart... if I had a shard of a kingdom I would offer you a Queen's throne... but I don't have a kingdom and I don't have a forest and you are the only moonlight I have, and so I can offer you only my heart, but it burns for you... on my life, light your face, don't tell me- please don't tell me- don't tell me no!

I like it.

Also Mendelssohn's violin concerto is hot.

At the hairdressers they do things like give you a scalp massage and mechofefim rosh (wash/shampoo your hair) and massage your hands while they comb/cut/whatever your hair. It makes one feel like royalty of some kind.

Eema and I ate at Schuler's which was nice. I like Schuler's.

I like New York in June... how about you?
I like a Gershwin tune... how about you?


I'm doing well.

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So I bought Feet of Clay by Terry Pratchet and borrowed Vision of the Future by Timothy Zahn from Paul and noticed something. I have long been head-over-heels for both Vimes and Vetinari, and relatively recently also in love with both Pellaeon and Thrawn. And this morning I realized that they play the same roles in the books– Vimes and Pellaeon, and Vetinari and Thrawn. The genius rulers, always managing to pull something completely random out of a sleeve you didn't even know was there and turn everyone on their heads, knowing *exactly* where everyone's buttons are, at the center of the web and pulling the tangled strings that manipulate their worlds. I love them for their pure cold-bloodedness and then, in their rare moments of weakness, I love them all the more. And then there are their "terriers," who are never quite sure precisely where they stand with their respective employers but are still so loyal. Yes, I know that their authors created Vimes and Pellaeon to be liked– Vimes is the protagonist rather than Carrot because he is more likeable, he is more flawed and human and you can't relate to Carrot, really, and anyway the world through Carrot's eyes is boring. And Pellaeon is there as a contrast to Thrawn– the Watson to his Holmes, so to speak, the ordinary human who is there to tell the story of the genius.

Pellaeon breaks my heart, like all the time, and he needs a hug. I want to give him one and then I want to go and KILL Disra and Tierce and Flim for hurting him, how DARE they, those Houjis. And Karrde is yay, but then he's all like "Car'das is evil" and I'm like "Dude, just be grateful that I love you and your roguishness so much because it is the only reason I am not killing you for insulting my George Jorj." Of course, I haven't gotten to see my dear Car'das in this book yet, so perhaps he really is as ruthless as Karrde suggests, but I'm sure that the boy I knew in Outbound Flight cannot have changed so much. Oh, I love Outbound Flight because it let me love my evil characters, and I do so love my evil characters. Sweet Mitth'rawn'uruodo who is so young, and has a brother Mitthrassafis who is also wonderful, Jorj Car'das, and even Doriana the evil double agent manages to burrow his way into my heart. I still pronounce Karrde (Card) as if it's Spanish, because anyone with a trill in their name gets EIGHTY COOL POINTS. I also think that Shada (whose name always throws me crazy off, because Shada is the name of one of the concultures/conlangs Paul and I came up with) should go back to Mazzic, because Mazzic! Also Lando and Han and even Karrde to some extent need to stop being so respectable, because respectable is BORING. Wedge is kinda cute, too, even if I tend more toward the uniform of the navy than the air force. Still, he's a flyboy, and I have a very small tender spot for flyboys. (Not to mention he occasionally carries some attributes of a siamese cat in my head.) Also Karrde has a catgirl, H'sishi, I don't care if other authors say she's not a catgirl, she's a catgirl and there's nothing you can do about it.

And Pellaeon's first name is "Gilad," and that's a Hebrew name- I think it means "eternal joy," and that makes me very very happy. I won't mention that to Paul, because he'll say I'm wrong, but I know I'm right.

Eema made me go to bed last night though just when I was about to find out what happened to Colonel Vermel, whom I love and was desperate over his fate, and so she came in just as I was crying "No, Vermel, Vermel, please survive, dammit," which is not polite, and then she made me go to sleep and I dreamt that I was having an Indian wedding and then one of the servants unraveled ALL MY KNITTING, ALL OF IT, and I woke up and was like, "AAHH" and had to run and make sure it was still there.

I have to go now, but hey, first journal entry in a long while, even if it is friends-locked. (I actually just don't want Paul reading my opinion of Star Wars books and certain characters, because he will want to talk to me about them.) It is in honor of my wireless keyboard WORKING AGAIN, because I have been WITHOUT KEYBOARD for WEEKS because my laptop doesn't like to recognize other keyboards and every day that I haven't been able to type I have died a little. But now I'm back.

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Remind me never to be a Tyrell!

So I finished A Game of Thrones and went out and bought A Clash of Kings. I'm a little upset because my favorite characters keep getting killed off. Also the wolves aren't as involved as I would have liked them to be.

I know Eyal and Sara were ranting about how they loved Jamie Jaime, but I don't see that he can still redeem himself in my eyes. I'll say this for the evil characters, they are so EASY TO HATE.

Lannisters. With the exception of Tommen and Tyrion, I'd like to kill them all. Slowly.

And Sansa. Aauuugh. I realize I'm supposed to hate her, but arrrgh arrrgh arrrrgghgh.

If *I* had a hand in the proceedings, I would do this: The Northern Lands secede completely. No more alleigance to Castle Rock, or King's Landing, whatever they call it. (Eureka?) Ned Stark and his awesome family and their awesome wolves can go about doing what it is they know is smart: DEFENDING AGAINST THE ELEMENTS. They don't have the time or the resources to be getting involved in throne-games! Winter is coming, remember? They can be kings of the North and patrol their big wall and run around with their awesome wolves in the snow. Bring Syrio to live with them, because he's also AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME. And the black tomcat.

And then I would go and tell Dany that, seriously, dear, the Seven Kingdoms are NOT WORTH IT. Bear your son Rhaego. Raise him to be a great horselord. Khal Drogo can capture the southern Dothraki Sea and your family can unite all the Dothraki and run around on horses in the tall grass forever. You've never even SEEN the bloody Seven Kingdoms. They're full of stupid people and traitors, and stupid stupid knights with their stupid plate armor, constantly embroiled in wars, fighting fake battles that somehow keep turning real in the rare times of peace. It is a poor land, barren and cold and about to come under attack by zombies. There is nothing there worth conquering.

And that takes care of the North, and that takes care of the Counterweight Continent, and as for the South? Slaughter the Lannisters and King Rob. (Not Tommen, of course. Come to think of it, Tyrion can live too, as long as he doesn't get any ideas like going North or across the sea anytime soon.) Jon Arryn, the King's Hand, can rule as a regent until Tommen comes of age, and then stay on as Tommen's Hand until he gets all old and senile. And Mya Stone can marry what's-his-name. Heck, she's got more royal blood than Tommen even, that ought to satisfy her knight's family.

Robb will succeed his father as King in the North once Ned retires to spend more time with Caitlin Catelyn.

Jon will be his right-hand man probably his Captain of the Guard once Jory (awesome Jory) gets too old. But Jory won't be old for a long time yet. Jon will ruffle Arya's hair and call her "little sister."

Sansa will be married of to Sir Ser Loras Tyrell, the knight of flowers. He's handsome and so she'll love him, or at least think she's in love.

Arya will grow up awesome and run around with her sword being a cool water dancer. I love Arya. So much. Heart, Arya Underfoot. She'll bring Mica Mycah to live with her too. Some people expect them to marry someday, but they'll just remain good friends.

Bran will become known as the Monkey Knight. He'll wear the title with pride though, because honestly, if Loras can be the Knight of Flowers and still be considered manly, then Monkey Knight is a perfectly respectable thing to be called.

Rickon will run off with Osha's daughter (by... uh... Jory Cassel) into the woods and they'll live as hunter-gatherers with Shaggydog, which, by the way, is still a better name than "Grey Wind." Grey Wind, what a stupid name.

And Hodor will just wander around and go "Hodor!" because I like him.

Danerys and Drogo will live to be very very old. They'll proudly watch Rhaego rule the entire Dothraki people as his khalasar, his hair long and braided with bells. Drogo will die first, then Dany soon after him, and they'll burn on their pyre together with their horses. After their deaths, Ser Jorah will consider going back across to the Seven Kingdoms, but he too has come to love the grass sea as his home. So he stays and watches over Rhaego for a while, then dies peacefully. Although he becomes almost Dothraki in every other way, the exeption is that he always used a sword, never an arakh.

Rhaego will just be awesome. He'll lead the Dothraki well, a strong king, riding the best horse ever and slaying lions every once in a while.

The dragon eggs will not hatch for a long time, not until a hundred years later or so, when they are, um, accidentally dropped in a volcano. Then they fly off and sit near the wall and burn zombies at the command of Rickon's grandchildren.

Let me know about any other fates I should assign. Tyrion, I gather, can take care of himself once he's out of the shadow of the Lannisters, so I'm not writing him one.

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So I got Mr. Saros to give me a pass to go to the library during study hall- I didn’t feel like putting up with Peter and Abishek today. I heart Mr. Saros; he’s so nice. The librarian threatened to cut my head off if I made noise, though, so I’m sitting here wishing that the space bar wasn’t so rattly. I’m not really sure what I’m even doing here, but it’s quiet and there’s no “penetration” going on, so I’m pretty content. Estoy contenta. The vocab quiz this morning was nice and easy. I love Biology. It really helped with words like “liver” and “gallbladder” in Spanish. For some reason. I know it doesn’t sound logical, but whatever. Last night I dreamt that I had to play the Carmen for a master class in front of this really famous Israeli violinist, and I played really badly. I think it means that I can’t play the Carmen. I think it’s right. *sighs* I’ll get it eventually, really I will.

Yesterday Chris took me out for dinner to Jimmy John’s. It was good, though subs are not my favorite food by a long shot. So thanks to him for doing that. Last night Eema and Tamar went to see a documentary on the Israeli view of Time. They said it was really good, so I might go see that if I get done with my stuff tonight. Nothing ridiculous. Review for math, reading in bio, well, there may be more bio but I doubt there will be. Unless we’re doing a lab, she doesn’t give homework just for the sake of it. Which is definitely nice.

New Megatokyo yesterday. Kimiko is incredibly cute. All the characters seem to agree that Erika is hot, but I personally think Kimiko’s the more attractive one. She is going to have to beat the fanboys off with a stick when “Sight” comes out. I don’t mind the PiroxKimiko arc as long as Kimiko’s the one we’re focusing on here. Pirowaffling gets on my nerves. I’m at the point where I’ve really stopped caring about his little internal struggles. I should be more patient with him, he’s just a character and in “MT time” it really hasn’t been that long- it’s just that I only get three updates a week, if that, and when I’ve waited *three whole days* to see what happens next and it’s chibi-Piro staring at a cell phone, I flip out.

What time does this hour end? Eleven, right? So I’ve got half an hour. Not bad. I’ll just have to leave early to make sure I’m on time for orchestra. I forget what we’re playing today. I don’t really care to know beforehand. We’ll play what we’ll play and it makes little difference to me. At this point there aren’t any pieces I love or hate.

…unless it’s the Carmen. That would make a difference, hoo boy. Eru, I hope it’s not. I haven’t been practicing well all week. I have a lesson today too… *cries* my life is pain. Pain, I tell you, pain.

A thank-you again to Caitlin for scanning and sending me the Spanish vocab list last night. I can’t believe I completely forgot about it until almost ten o’clock the day before the quiz. Oh yeah, I’m gonna love college.

Mmm, I don’t want to go to orchestra. I just want to sit here and type whatever comes into my head alllll daaaayy loooonng. Don’t you feel privileged that you get to read it here in my illustrious livejournal? I know you do. This is going to be really valuable when I’m famous. *laughs* Man, I’m pretty hungry. I already ate my puffin bar. I hate those stupid “french toast flavored” puffin bars. Apparently they’re lots healthier than chewies. Well, they taste bad. French toast my hind leg. Eema shelach French toast. In communist Russia, French toasts you. Or toast frenches you, I suppose. If you eat toast, I guess it works. I tend not to like toast. It can be okay.

So if they don’t get six more people to sign up for Kallah Israel, it’s not going to happen. This is infuriating. Grr. You hear that growling? That is the sound of a Leora who might not get three weeks in Israel to make up for the three weeks of Christian camp last summer. Grr. Grr. Grr.

Twenty minutes.

Mleh. I don’t want to go to orchestraaaaa. *whine whine whine pout pout pout* Oh speaking of. Someone gave my parents a bottle of wine as a present. Haha. We’ll give it to the Bartleys.

I love my NINJ4 hoodie. *hugs it* I heart this big deep black hoodie. I wish I had Oren’s zaruk orange sweatshirt back, though.

I have two documents saved on the school computers- one is the beginning of a Spanish composition that I later started over, and the other is the essay I wrote on the Tokio project. Second time I’ve been reminded of her in two days. Yesterday The Courtship of Lady Tokio updated, and I read it and was impressed again. I love good fanfic, it makes me happy even if it reminds me of how terrible I am at writing.

I don’t have Tanneressays this week. I’m supposed to research the origins of some superstitions and finish Huck Finn, and maybe something else, I dunno, I wrote it down. No writing though. I wish I could write. I wish it I wish it I wish it. There are a ton of things I would love to be able to do, yet I suck at them slash don’t know how. Sigh.

Fifteen minutes. Stupid clock. I want to stay here, darn it, here. Well, maybe with some food. Food would be good too. That or I could just go home, that would also make me happy. Or some Pratchett to read, that would be nice, and maybe some old Naomi Shemer or Kaveret, and maybe I could look for some good lotr fanfic, or start coming up with soshte vocabulary. Every language needs a word for kidney. It really amuses me that the Spanish word for gallbladder basically means “bile receptacle.” Much more sensible than our name.

There is a book on the shelf a few feet from me titled A Daughter (sticker) the Samur(sticker) by Sugimoto. I feel like going over and seeing what that’s all about, but not enough to actually do it, you know? Call number 92 SUGI MOTO, in case I feel like going back and finding it sometime.

Ten minutes. Curses, curses, curses. Do’ wanna go to orchestra. No. No no no no. Wanta stay here and type nonsense forever and ever and all day long. I think I’d better go though; make sure Miss Kesler doesn’t have a reason to be ticked at me just before Parent-Teacher Conferences. Last time she told Eema that I’d been being disrespectful. Mrrgh. I had not. She just took it that way. Eh, enough kvetching. I’m gonna go now.

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Spanish is sucky. Let's see how much vocab I know for memory so far.

agradecer - to thank
el apoyo - the support (Have I mentioned I hate articles?)
apreciar - to appreciate
el birrete - cap
brindar - to make a toast
el brindes - the toast
la ceremonia de graduacio'n - the graduation ceremony (the o' is an o with an accent mark over it)
el desfile - the parade, the procession
el diploma - I'll let you take a guess.
el discurso - the speech

That's it for now. Pretty pathetic. I've got about forty-five minutes to learn the rest, then I get to move on to calc, then I get to answer questions about our awesome E coli. E coli smells kinda funny but not as bad as she was making it sound.

Today in class we're going to be doing DNA fingerprinting. That means we are running gels and other stuff that I've heard my sisters talk about doing for real.

WITH AGAROSE! Agarose agarose agarose hooray.

In other news, my hands remain extremely dry and it's seriously getting on my nerves.

But today's Megatokyo was absolutely hilarious. <3 Dom. <3 Mister Muffin. Was that Ed? Or Largo? Or a ninja? Or just some random muffin man? I don't know... do you know the muffin man?

I get the feeling that is going to be the most overused joke on the forums between today and Friday.

I love that the pedestrians barely blink. I love Erika's complete and total deadpan-ness. I love the sight of Erika in street clothes. Cosplay outfits are cool, but somehow I like this outfit better. I liked the dress she wore earlier today, too- as Pratchett points out, it is a Good Thing to have a woman who looks very good in a severely plain dress. On the other hand, the junction between her ponytail and her head *still* bothers me- the hair should come together more under her hairtie. If her hair were thick enough to do that, then the ponytail wouldn't stand up as much. That's just a nitpick though. I love Dom's glasses. I love that he says "Ow." With a period. I love the muffin logo.

Muffins make me think of those muffin cartoons that the Making Fiends person originally made. And if you mouse over, it goes "MUFFINS?" in a vaguely Charlotte-like voice. And then there are muffin cartoons, which are not as good as Making Fiends but that's okay. Then there's Big Bunny, which I don't understand, but Making Fiends is so awesome.

As is Megatokyo.

But Spanish is not.

Eyal is.

Calc quizzes aren't.

E. coli is, but questions aren't.

Tamari is. She's done with her essays HOORAY for Tamari.

Half an hour. I have to go. I don't want to.

One of these days I will figure out if there is some sort of system for Hebrew nicknames. There is sort of a system for who can call you by them. Usually you must be family, or occasionally a very close friend, and even then you usually have to be the same age or older. Tamar and Mical are Tamari and Micali. I can call them that too, but older relatives can add the leh suffix, Tamarileh. I don't think I've heard "Micalileh." I'm Leorka or Leorkaleh. Rachel is Rachke or Rachkeleh. Oded is Odedy. I think I *may* have heard Odedileh at some point. Alex is Alush. Itzchak is Itzik. Moishe is Moisheleh. Ruth is Ruthie. Talya is Tali. I think I may have heard Yaeli for Yael. We're all younger than Safta, so I've never heard someone make a nickname out of Miriam or Rosita. Random pet names for children include Mama, Mamaleh, Chamudi, Chamudileh, Efroach, and Motik, off the top of my head.

Fifteen minutes. Kuso.


*sighs heavily*

I hate school. I hate Wednesdays. Why isn't it Friday?

Oh, that reminds me. We want to have a party on Saturday, at Eyal's house.

Blast... I have to go.



Jul. 29th, 2004 10:55 pm
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So I'm off to Banff National Park in the Canadian Rockies tomorrow. Kinda sucks, but I hope it'll be cool. Maybe there'll be some horseback riding involved, which would rock. I haven't been riding in far too long.

Re-read Monstrous Regiment, continued The Fairy Godmother, and bought Eragon to read in Canada.

I saw the Timberdoodles yesterday. ODE Glen! He's so TALL! And has curly hair! And his voice is all deep! And he has stubble on his face! He looks like Timberdoodle. And he is SO DARN TALL! And he wasn't the only one. Reed! And Robin! AA! And LILY! She's BIG. But Glen! Wow. It was so great to see him. I really miss Timberdoodle. And Glen, and Whipporwill, and Mudpuppy, and Killdeer. And Savannah Sparrow, and Timberdoodle himself, of course. It was just... wow.


Hey Eyal!

Apr. 12th, 2004 12:29 am
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My disclaimer is still at your house. Mind bringing it to school tomorrow? Thanks.

Mrrk. I tried to put up the monologue in my journal, but the italics decided to go all stubborn on me halfway through. So... yeah. As soon as my computer stops being stupid, expect to see it here.

Know what I need to do? I need to write the rest of it. I have some plans, and a rather nice idea for a conversation between Sigyn and the M-S on destiny/hope/duty/honor/etc. The more I explore Sigyn's character, the fonder I grow of her. *shrugs*

As far as the actual lit assignment goes, I revised the Angua!angstfic that I wrote two years ago into first person and called it a monologue. Emu angst only filled up a paragraph. Anyway, the final product is terrible, but it's done.

I have to go do gov now. I really don't want to... anyway, when I have a bit more time, I'll tell you all about Mexico.

Also, a quote that I just saw on the Open Archives and liked:

"Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well-bred, or graceful or intelligent, but because they are themselves."
Henri Frederic Amiel, Swiss Philospher

*smiles slightly* Well, on the plane ride home, Paul told me that I was "every computer geek's dream." Hehehe. *still can't stop smiling at that*

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Josh Groban CD, from Paul
RotK CD, from Eyal
Seed pearl necklace, from Eema
Sixteenth porcelain doll, from Eema
Tickets to Macbeth at Stratford, from Eema and Aba
Gift certificate to Schulers, from Eema and Aba
Check for $25, from Barbara and Gerry
Pretty fuzzy sweatshirt, from Barbara and Gerry
Monstrous Regiment, from Eema
Phone calls from Tamar and Mical
Phone call from the Bartleys
Lovely card from Melody
And many happy birthday wishes.

Thanks everybody!

Now I'm off for ice cream! Bye, all.

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Just to let you all know that I'm still alive. Really, I have no time to be here. Math sucks- a lot- and I have a history test tomorrow that I really need to study for. I don't think I'm doing that minilab in chem; I didn't understand a thing. Mrrg.

I'm tired, and I have a slight headache, and my face hurts, especially my eyes. I don't want to learn about the cursed Progressive Era.

*complains some more*

I re-read Romeo and Juliet today for the first time since we studied it in ninth grade. I'd forgotten exactly how much fun that play is. Mercutio wins. He's a really nasty pervert, but redeems himself by being so incredibly witty and having fun speeches and never taking anything seriously, even his own death. And Benvolio, who isn't all that funny or anything but is still a nice guy, and Tybalt with all his GRAAA-KILL-MONTAGUE-ness. The very butcher of a silk button! You rat-catcher, will you walk? The prattling nurse, the old Capulets arguing over how long it's been since they last danced, my fondness for Paris, the lovers' eloquence, whether or not they make much sense... yeah. *hearts that play* Yes, the characters are stupid. Yes, they're not really in love. But I don't really care... I don't like the play for its plausibility. Just... yeah. Hie to high fortune and all that stuff. He shift a trencher, he scrape a trencher. And then there are all the memories of "YOU! Are the likes of BOB DOLE..." "oooooooooo..." and "arghgramnarg" and stuff. And Soojin messing up Friar Lawrence's lines so that they have... completely different meanings. And yay for footnotes where you can tell that the editor was really embarassed- "Mercutio is being obscene again" or "This line can be taken to mean three things: that Romeo without Rosaline is nothing, that without his first syllable 'ro' he is only 'meo,' a sigh, or that he is an emasculated fish." Obscene or not, that is the best insult ever. And in Lit Comp 9, I was supposed to die in the sword fight but kept winning. Yeah. I bite my thumb at you. Like the Lost Boys at the Pirates.

In other news... the quartet recital last night went well. We were last on the program. We won the award for Best Outfit. It was fun. Whee.

Who's posting the quotes from Caitlin's party? Those need to be put up.

My sixteeth birthday's tomorrow, but I can't work up much excitement. I suppose I can put a list of gift ideas, since of course you all want to give me things.

Terry Pratchett's The Wee Free Men or Monstrous Regiment
CD of Josh Groban
Any Coldplay CD besides "A Rush of Blood to the Head"
Gift certificates to Schuler's or Meridian Mall in general are always fine if you can't think of anything
DVD of Pirates of the Caribbean
Anything else, really, maybe something shiny? Homemade stuff is cool too.

You guys know me well enough, I'm sure. What's on this list is only a couple of suggestions. I'll put up what I got later, so that people don't get the same things.

So far I got a sweatshirt from my cousins (the American ones, not the one staying with us) that says "My best friend has four paws and a big heart." It's fuzzy and warm, and definitely an improvement over last year, which was a black T-shirt.

I need to go study now. *grumbles profusely*



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