Love with grit, and guts, and reckless unrestrain -- those were the days!
HELLO EVERYBODY. This has been a tumultuous week and month. But amongst other things I have spent the past couple of days reading Jude the Obscure, finding it too depressing and thus giving it up (I'll probably pick it up again soon), rereading Wuthering Heights, Googling for Emily Bronte trivia, attempting to learn Latin online (yes! You can learn Latin online! How awesome is that!), and sighing at Oxford's English faculty course summary. (Don't ask.)
My A level results come out on the sixth of March.
More importantly, I read an article on Colony Collapse Disorder at work. Twenty minutes later I started writing, uh, The Like as beekeepers fic. I am slightly bemused at how much I've written (I thought it was going to be a ficlet about 900 words long, max), and also incredibly excited. So what if Ryan was the journalist who followed them around for a month to get a human interest article on how independent beekeepers were surfing the crisis! And Brendon owned a farm!
"Right, right, I get you," he says.
While they've been talking Charlotte has been lifting the lids of the hives and using a pair of old tongs to prod bits of okara into the hives, which they buy from a local tofu manufacturer. She smiles wryly: soy remnants for European honeybees -- now that's fusion food for you.
The worker bees crawl over a piece, decide it's palatable, and transport it down the hive passages for their queen. Up close Charlotte can see the fur on their bodies, striped golden yellow and black. When she accidentally lifts the lid on one of the hives they rise out in a large cloud, sharp against the grass until they lift up higher in a low buzzing symphony and disperse into black dots in the sky. Charlotte pretends to sigh - it’ll take a long time to get them back into the hive - but really she did it half-purposefully, wanted to show Ryan this sight.
Ryan watches with an awe that Charlotte likes to believe is transcendent.
:D? :D? I have Plans for the next couple of days, or maybe it would be fairer to say that there are things coming up. Tomorrow is payday, Friday I'm meeting with a friend and we're going back to school to crash on a Wuthering Heights lecture, and then we're going to see that Keats biopic after that, which I've heard is good. High hopes! It helps that I don't know anything or have any opinions on Keats, obviously. I went running today. Endorphins are the best. Goodbye.
My A level results come out on the sixth of March.
More importantly, I read an article on Colony Collapse Disorder at work. Twenty minutes later I started writing, uh, The Like as beekeepers fic. I am slightly bemused at how much I've written (I thought it was going to be a ficlet about 900 words long, max), and also incredibly excited. So what if Ryan was the journalist who followed them around for a month to get a human interest article on how independent beekeepers were surfing the crisis! And Brendon owned a farm!
"Right, right, I get you," he says.
While they've been talking Charlotte has been lifting the lids of the hives and using a pair of old tongs to prod bits of okara into the hives, which they buy from a local tofu manufacturer. She smiles wryly: soy remnants for European honeybees -- now that's fusion food for you.
The worker bees crawl over a piece, decide it's palatable, and transport it down the hive passages for their queen. Up close Charlotte can see the fur on their bodies, striped golden yellow and black. When she accidentally lifts the lid on one of the hives they rise out in a large cloud, sharp against the grass until they lift up higher in a low buzzing symphony and disperse into black dots in the sky. Charlotte pretends to sigh - it’ll take a long time to get them back into the hive - but really she did it half-purposefully, wanted to show Ryan this sight.
Ryan watches with an awe that Charlotte likes to believe is transcendent.
:D? :D? I have Plans for the next couple of days, or maybe it would be fairer to say that there are things coming up. Tomorrow is payday, Friday I'm meeting with a friend and we're going back to school to crash on a Wuthering Heights lecture, and then we're going to see that Keats biopic after that, which I've heard is good. High hopes! It helps that I don't know anything or have any opinions on Keats, obviously. I went running today. Endorphins are the best. Goodbye.