1. Geoffrey the Pageboy? The phrase is, I think, "WTF?" As my typist says, "Y'all are on crack."

2. Sulking American girls prone to fits of crying and angst aren't any fun. They're worse with a canvas in front of them.

3. Miss Starr is quiet. I fear the worst.

4. I am being dragged to see Shakespeare tonight. A play, not the man. That would require ( Read more... )

Comment here with your name [obviously if you're logged in, your username will show up and be just fine] and I'll tell you something I adore (or at least mildly like) about you. Afterwards, copy and paste this into your own journal.

Long ago, my typist created a "Moderne" of myself.

That dear girl is — very different, shall we say?

For one thing, she has never been involved in a manège à trois is blonde.

I'd completely forgotten, too, that the girl is getting married. To M. Kennedy's typist's Moderne. Of Courfeyrac.

. . .

If they're going to modernize us, couldn't they get ( Read more... )

My typist has been horribly busy lately. Apparently she had a paper due. I thought I left that nonsense behind with the boys — always with this or that to be done for school, when they bothered with it . . .

But it is only a few more weeks until she's free, and then, hopefully, I'll be around more. I keep missing all the fun. Ah, well. ( Read more... )

I've never been one to be completely practical. Goodness me, no. Or at least, I've never had the outward appearance of being practical, because, really, you've got to be, underneath if nowhere else.

It looks like we're all doing life stories, so here's a little snippet of mine: when you come to Paris scarcely able to call yourself a woman and not ( Read more... )

Everything is going to hell and I'm dreadfully lost. But I'm going to get into the chat tonight, I'm certain of it.

And in the meantime, dear lovely ladyknight30 made a doll of me. *beams*

Also, M. Simpson is an appalling, hateful man. I shall have to smile very sweetly at him whenever I see him.

Edit at 1:39 am
Never mind on the getting in tonight. It's so ( Read more... )

AGH! My typist has a Mac and has never used IRC and doesn't know how it works or how to turn it on or make it work or download it or turn it on or connect it or help meeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! *cries* She's so useless! I can't do anything or go anywhere! This life is so boring and sad and lonely because I can't go anywhere or do anything and there's no one ( Read more... )

• Congratulations to Theodore and Millicent. XD
• Cosette is a fast student at . . . chemistry.
• *glares in Courfeyrac's general direction*
• M. Crowley, will you please help me make my headspacemate have fun? Or find her stupid boyfriend. :p
• Wanted: boyfriend for pretty well-dwelling chick who likes movies and hates malls. Please inquire within.

Why do I miss all the fun everything! Damnable. Do I have to be permanently glued to this "computer" to be involved around here? ;_; *pouts*

I think it has to be said that M. Crowley is what the typist calls "OMG teh awesome." She claims his journal's better than Julian of Norwich's. I'm not entirely sure what that means.

I promise that's not how she usually speaks.

It's amazing how much I miss. And how active everyone is outside of the community. And in my room.

Oh, yes, Cosette, you' ( Read more... )