Jul 19, 2005 23:56
I do know how you all have missed my wonderful updates, brief and pointless as they normally are, I can imagine the pain and anticipation you all go through in waiting for my words. Surely, I jest.
So I got hit by a car today on my bike. Eh, whatever, still truckin'.
I want to go to a ball. I want to wear a long, glimmering periwinkle dress with a shimmering trail that would be fraily (adverb?) attatched to my wrist. I want to waltz with an older, English man for hours. I want a string quartet to be playing, swaying in unison to the rhythm of a composer's heartbeat, long ceased. I want diamond earings to dangle, and schintillate, filling the entire room with a soft, warming light. And I want the lack of conversation between the gentleman and myself to be of little interest to the both of us, so that we can just enjoy the magic hovering all around us in a reverie of silence.
But doesn't everyone?
I'm madly in love with Rex Harrison at the moment. As well as Harrison and George Harrison, as always...I'm beginning to notice a pattern.
I'm going to go finish watching My Fair Lady, I'll edit this entry with that movie survey when I get back.
Let me be enchanted for a while, without having to fill in tedious x's.