such differnet accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly
I'm watching Pride and Prejudice (the Keira Knightly version) and am comforted, as I always am, by how the majority of Mr. Bingley's character development can be skipped by giving him a goofy hairstyle.
I have been watching both the third season of Farscape and the first season of NCIS this week, and I have many things to say about them, but right now, I am lazing around on the couch, feeling as wilty as the tomato plant on the porch garden. For whatever cosmic and ecological reason, New England summers hit 85 degrees and stay there, morning and night until September, and right now I would give almost anything for a frost, or, I don't know, a cool rainy night.
I'm going to New Hampshire tomorrow morning, in the hopes of chasing down a good bottle of wine, a few travel books, and some little treasure of New Hampshire port-town charm. On the drive, I will be plotting a Moody/Tonks story that sprung into my head when, after seeing Order of the Phoenix, I opened up a half-sketched story about the two of them that hadn't previously wanted to go anywhere. Now, it has two parts and hurt/comfort and angst and I don't know how these things happen, but Elizabeth is running through the rain and Darcy is chasing her and he's proposing and they're arguing and giving each other long looks, and I am forced to admit how I have always fallen for the most complicated of opposites in romantic pairs.
I have been watching both the third season of Farscape and the first season of NCIS this week, and I have many things to say about them, but right now, I am lazing around on the couch, feeling as wilty as the tomato plant on the porch garden. For whatever cosmic and ecological reason, New England summers hit 85 degrees and stay there, morning and night until September, and right now I would give almost anything for a frost, or, I don't know, a cool rainy night.
I'm going to New Hampshire tomorrow morning, in the hopes of chasing down a good bottle of wine, a few travel books, and some little treasure of New Hampshire port-town charm. On the drive, I will be plotting a Moody/Tonks story that sprung into my head when, after seeing Order of the Phoenix, I opened up a half-sketched story about the two of them that hadn't previously wanted to go anywhere. Now, it has two parts and hurt/comfort and angst and I don't know how these things happen, but Elizabeth is running through the rain and Darcy is chasing her and he's proposing and they're arguing and giving each other long looks, and I am forced to admit how I have always fallen for the most complicated of opposites in romantic pairs.