My Pegasus Gund doll has been raping my Hippo Gund doll since I set up my shelves...and I never noti
Remember the weight-loss towel? Well, dubiously I let Mom measure my waist and hips. It's been a week, and my waist is an inch smaller and my hips 1/2~3/4 inch smaller.
Could be just waterweight/hormone cycles, though, and therefore the towel method will bear further observation, conclusions to be drawn later. It's not like I've been working out, nor have I been eating less than I have been for the past month before the towel. Actually, if anything I'm less active now than before I began --and yet I've lost inches. Supposedly. I know hormones and menstrual cycles change body shape and size, so I'll see how it goes.
I find the idea of a skinnier me both impossible and frightening. I've been chubby bordering on fat my whole life. When I happen to see myself in the mirror beyond focusing on my teeth for brushing or my eyes for contacts (still haven't been able to put them in since the...err...burning with teh_stupid incident in Singapore.), I don't recognize me. It's disconcerting to say the least, because in the last few instances of this it wasn't because there was someone else on the other side of the mirror --it was just me. For some reason my nose seems really long, except it's not.
Granted, I'm happy I no longer look the way I was at the end of school. Good god I was pasty and round. My mom has made references to that time months ago as me looking like a Frisbee.
In further pursuit of decent fanfiction --I really shouldn't be wasting my time thusly-- I discovered an abysmal lack of Luna Lovegood fics. I find this bewildering --she's odd, loyal, sweet, smart, and enough of a wild card to spice up any plotline, romantic or not. I did manage to find a fic in third-person limited from Luna's POV, and it was good. Paired her with Snape, which just for sheer rare-pairing fun was intriguing. But the fic writer managed to get inside the very difficult mind of Luna, which I suppose is why most writers don't delve too deeply into her character; I can't imagine most people find Luna easy to comprehend (however, in reading her in the series I found her easy to relate to and understand. This may indicate more about my oddness than anything else, though.), much less are able to describe her beyond casual throwaway moments. Even when she's paired with, oh, say, Ron Weasley, the two generally serve as a comic foil/throwaway plot device to free up Hermione. Ron/Luna --while not my primary instinctive pairing for Luna; that honor goes to Harry-- can conceivably be interesting and such incredible potential (what, you think Mrs. Weasley can handle Luna in addition to Fleur and the Twins?), except no one likes to focus on them, preferring to use them as a neat way to tidy up loose romantic ends. Argh!
The world needs more Luna love.
We had a mild earthquake at 3:44PM. Mild, and it's been a while since I've felt an earthquake AND had people believe me. (I once felt one in NYC, and my suitemates didn't believe me, having not felt it.) Circular motion earthquake, so at first I thought it was just another bout of dizziness. But no, shifting my position didn't clear it up, so I hollered to Mark to see if he felt anything. My baby brother felt nothing at first, but then yelled out that he felt it. Whee! I chose the wrong place to be --at least, it wasn't the optimal for safety --I forgot the necessity of strong overbeams. Practice makes perfect, and if I'm to be in East Asia, I'd better relearn my survival skills.
Over at nonfluffypagans there's a fun thread on horoscopes, specifically with the theme of 'If you love something, let it go.' The triple blow of three suggestions for Capricorn (my sign) made me laugh, then made me ponder: Gee, am I really that vicious? And of course the answer is yes, duh. Go! Read! Add your own suggestions!
Could be just waterweight/hormone cycles, though, and therefore the towel method will bear further observation, conclusions to be drawn later. It's not like I've been working out, nor have I been eating less than I have been for the past month before the towel. Actually, if anything I'm less active now than before I began --and yet I've lost inches. Supposedly. I know hormones and menstrual cycles change body shape and size, so I'll see how it goes.
I find the idea of a skinnier me both impossible and frightening. I've been chubby bordering on fat my whole life. When I happen to see myself in the mirror beyond focusing on my teeth for brushing or my eyes for contacts (still haven't been able to put them in since the...err...burning with teh_stupid incident in Singapore.), I don't recognize me. It's disconcerting to say the least, because in the last few instances of this it wasn't because there was someone else on the other side of the mirror --it was just me. For some reason my nose seems really long, except it's not.
Granted, I'm happy I no longer look the way I was at the end of school. Good god I was pasty and round. My mom has made references to that time months ago as me looking like a Frisbee.
In further pursuit of decent fanfiction --I really shouldn't be wasting my time thusly-- I discovered an abysmal lack of Luna Lovegood fics. I find this bewildering --she's odd, loyal, sweet, smart, and enough of a wild card to spice up any plotline, romantic or not. I did manage to find a fic in third-person limited from Luna's POV, and it was good. Paired her with Snape, which just for sheer rare-pairing fun was intriguing. But the fic writer managed to get inside the very difficult mind of Luna, which I suppose is why most writers don't delve too deeply into her character; I can't imagine most people find Luna easy to comprehend (however, in reading her in the series I found her easy to relate to and understand. This may indicate more about my oddness than anything else, though.), much less are able to describe her beyond casual throwaway moments. Even when she's paired with, oh, say, Ron Weasley, the two generally serve as a comic foil/throwaway plot device to free up Hermione. Ron/Luna --while not my primary instinctive pairing for Luna; that honor goes to Harry-- can conceivably be interesting and such incredible potential (what, you think Mrs. Weasley can handle Luna in addition to Fleur and the Twins?), except no one likes to focus on them, preferring to use them as a neat way to tidy up loose romantic ends. Argh!
The world needs more Luna love.
We had a mild earthquake at 3:44PM. Mild, and it's been a while since I've felt an earthquake AND had people believe me. (I once felt one in NYC, and my suitemates didn't believe me, having not felt it.) Circular motion earthquake, so at first I thought it was just another bout of dizziness. But no, shifting my position didn't clear it up, so I hollered to Mark to see if he felt anything. My baby brother felt nothing at first, but then yelled out that he felt it. Whee! I chose the wrong place to be --at least, it wasn't the optimal for safety --I forgot the necessity of strong overbeams. Practice makes perfect, and if I'm to be in East Asia, I'd better relearn my survival skills.
Over at nonfluffypagans there's a fun thread on horoscopes, specifically with the theme of 'If you love something, let it go.' The triple blow of three suggestions for Capricorn (my sign) made me laugh, then made me ponder: Gee, am I really that vicious? And of course the answer is yes, duh. Go! Read! Add your own suggestions!