...i think i am kind of a geek?
Currently I seem to be undergoing the worst period ever to befall me. Details are probably not wanted (nothing very odd, though, just...a lot, okay?), but I feel tired and squashy and extraordinarily fly-off-the-handley and have spent quite a lot of the day in bed -- not because I felt sick, just exhausted. I did get a reasonable amount of sleep, however, and that felt good. And Heidi bought me Hockman's (...with my money), so that was nice, and I've been curled up with books, and -- oh, rewatching Angel S5. ALKHSFDLKHG WESLEYYYYY. I AM SORRY, I CANNOT HELP IT. EVERY TIME HE TALKS MY INSIDES DO FUNNY THINGS. Like, his quiet voice? When something is either very very wrong or very very right? And he goes so quiet and enunciates his consonants very carefully and his voice is just a little rusty and aklghkhfghg. Also I need to write fic about Wesley and Giles bonding over Fairport Convention and being in Giles' car or something and it's on the tape player and they're all "COME ALL YE ROVING MINSTRELS AND TOGETHER WE WILL TRYYYYYYY" and then they pull into the school parking lot and get out and straighten their ties and are like "WE WILL NEVER SPEAK OF THIS TO ANYONE." (Also why Wes is intimately familiar with Tam-Lin. I AM JUST SAYING. THIS IS NOT SELF-PROMOTION REALLY EXCEPT FOR HOW IT TOTALLY IS.)
-- I sound very chipper just now. Actually I feel rather bouncy, despite having been MASSIVELY CROSS all day long, and in addition to being cursed with femininity, also blowing my nose constantly and having a brief bout of nausea and losing the cord for my iPod twice. But I did switch box-springs with Timmy last night, because mine was too long for my mattress and his was too short and I couldn't get my under-the-bed-boxes under the bed, which made the room even more unpacky than it might have been otherwise (and very cluttered and difficult to walk in especially when wearing granny boots), so my bedroom is a little less crazy and I feel a little better being in it. I made the bed, even. I need to organise the closets better and find places for the rest of my books (...I have so many! It's fantastic, most of them are actually mine; I had no idea I personally possessed so many books! but I have no bookshelf now cos there isn't room for the one I had!) and pound nails into the walls and find a chair for my new-old desk and put up the fairy-lights, which could take a while. Yes yes, I have Mum's old desk (minus the massive hutch, which does not fit very comfortably in the corner designated for the desk -- sort of a pity as it contains much room for books) and have banished that silly flowered too-short thing with the pink swivel chair of rubbishness and ick to Heidi's bedroom and Mum's desk is wooden and a little battered but very cosy and sort of old-fashioned and very desky. Only at the moment it's mostly got candelabra and formal gloves and skeleton keys and my voting registration card on it instead of Things Which Belong To A Desk. (This is mostly on account of Lack Of Chair, I think.) I really need to take pictures soon, especially of the Book Nook, which may be the most fantastic closet I have ever had.
This bounciness is fortelling good things for the future, I think. I am tired of being woeful and cranky but it is not much good getting myself to not be when I am. (Well, most of the time anyway. Sometimes I can say shut up you are brooding and being a prat and there is no good reason, go do something productive and/or interesting and you will feel better! but lots of the time I am just miserable and there is little in my power that can change it. Which only makes me miserabler.)
Cold, you have been hanging around for nearly two weeks pretending you are about to leave and lingering instead. GO AWAY.
(OMG WESLEY READING T.S. ELIOT OUT LOUD. THIS SHOULD HAPPEN. UNFORTUNATELY FIC WOULD JUST NOT BE THE SAME AS HEARING IT. THERE SHOULD BE A MINISERIES OF SOME KIND SPECIFICALLY FOR THE SAKE OF HAVING WESLEY READ "EAST COKER" OUT LOUD. I WOULD DIRECT BUT MY DIRECTIONS WOULD MOSTLY CONSIST OF THINGS LIKE "*WIBBLE*" AND EVERYONE WOULD BE ALL "...WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?".)
Capslock I hereby banish you.
-- I sound very chipper just now. Actually I feel rather bouncy, despite having been MASSIVELY CROSS all day long, and in addition to being cursed with femininity, also blowing my nose constantly and having a brief bout of nausea and losing the cord for my iPod twice. But I did switch box-springs with Timmy last night, because mine was too long for my mattress and his was too short and I couldn't get my under-the-bed-boxes under the bed, which made the room even more unpacky than it might have been otherwise (and very cluttered and difficult to walk in especially when wearing granny boots), so my bedroom is a little less crazy and I feel a little better being in it. I made the bed, even. I need to organise the closets better and find places for the rest of my books (...I have so many! It's fantastic, most of them are actually mine; I had no idea I personally possessed so many books! but I have no bookshelf now cos there isn't room for the one I had!) and pound nails into the walls and find a chair for my new-old desk and put up the fairy-lights, which could take a while. Yes yes, I have Mum's old desk (minus the massive hutch, which does not fit very comfortably in the corner designated for the desk -- sort of a pity as it contains much room for books) and have banished that silly flowered too-short thing with the pink swivel chair of rubbishness and ick to Heidi's bedroom and Mum's desk is wooden and a little battered but very cosy and sort of old-fashioned and very desky. Only at the moment it's mostly got candelabra and formal gloves and skeleton keys and my voting registration card on it instead of Things Which Belong To A Desk. (This is mostly on account of Lack Of Chair, I think.) I really need to take pictures soon, especially of the Book Nook, which may be the most fantastic closet I have ever had.
This bounciness is fortelling good things for the future, I think. I am tired of being woeful and cranky but it is not much good getting myself to not be when I am. (Well, most of the time anyway. Sometimes I can say shut up you are brooding and being a prat and there is no good reason, go do something productive and/or interesting and you will feel better! but lots of the time I am just miserable and there is little in my power that can change it. Which only makes me miserabler.)
Cold, you have been hanging around for nearly two weeks pretending you are about to leave and lingering instead. GO AWAY.
(OMG WESLEY READING T.S. ELIOT OUT LOUD. THIS SHOULD HAPPEN. UNFORTUNATELY FIC WOULD JUST NOT BE THE SAME AS HEARING IT. THERE SHOULD BE A MINISERIES OF SOME KIND SPECIFICALLY FOR THE SAKE OF HAVING WESLEY READ "EAST COKER" OUT LOUD. I WOULD DIRECT BUT MY DIRECTIONS WOULD MOSTLY CONSIST OF THINGS LIKE "*WIBBLE*" AND EVERYONE WOULD BE ALL "...WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?".)
Capslock I hereby banish you.