by drunken prophecies, libels and dreams

[fahye]

THIS ONE TIME, AT CHOIR CAMP

Sopranos: *sectional rehearsal, bashing away at the upper register*

Tink: Rachmaninoff really thought sopranos were of no use. He just wants us to tweetle away! Like birds!

Fahye: I wonder if we could send him post-mortem hate mail.

Tink: Did you say 'post-autumn hate mail'?

Fahye: No! Post-mortem. How would post-autumn hate mail work?

Tink: Winter hate mail?

Fahye: !!!

~

DEAR RACHMANINOFF,

NOW IS THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT.

NO LOVE,

THE SOPRANO SECTION

~

Apologies for huge amounts of caps but NNY WHERE ARE YOU WOMAN I HAVE IT ALL FORMATTED AND READY TO POST.

*frets*

Comments

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

HEE HEE HEE WINTER OF DISCONTENT.

Are you online? :O

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Working. I have to finish a prac report and then listen to a recorded lecture before I can sleep.

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

How disgusting. I've completely given up on everything unless it's assessed. *wallows in own inability to cooooope*

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Prac report = assessed.

Lecture = needed before I can understand tomorrow's 9am lecture. Hahaha.

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

Aaaaah. That is fairly evil. I technically have a 3000 word research essay draft I should be writing, but I can't be buggered really. *hasn't done any research, draft is due Tuesday* I'll bullshit it. Or something.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Okay. Report done. Now to print. Will draw diagrams tomorrow, when brain is switched on.

...

Don't wanna listen to lecture DON'T WANNA.

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

Meanwhile, I am 5600 words into CCS!X. WHY AM I WRITING THIS WHEN I HAVE ESSAYS AND EXAMS AND, MOST IMPORTANTLY, CHRISTMAS FICS. *weeps for her sanity*

[fahye.livejournal.com]

o_O

Because you are fool! FOOOOOL!

I'll just ignore the fact that the half-fic I'm about to post is...yeah, about that length...and I've been working on it when I should be doing assignments.

We're doomed together, hey? S'not like we're not used to this state of being :D

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

Dooooooooom! Dooooooooooom! :D (The main plot has only just started. *kills self*)

Also, my brother has just started Firefly. He demands to know how the hell it fits with the movie.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Well, the 5600 words are...the setup for the plot :D?

Hee! Is he converted? My brother was converted really easily. He's as big a fan as I am.

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

Really they're just an excuse for shameless S&S sap, I think. << (well, and setup for the plot. *g*)

Yes, I'm not sure how converted he is. He's very annoyed over the movie thing, and I can't explain it, having not watched the movie yet. XD

[fahye.livejournal.com]

SEE IT NOW.

Heh, I was talking about *my* 5600 words. The ones that Nny is betaing for me. They set up the plot.

(For 'plot', read 'Fahye has a vague idea that there will be banter and violence and cunning plans, and she's planning to make them up as she goes along')

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

HEE.

I'm up to 6000. Aside from some foreshadowing and the Tree giving smartarse explanations, the only thing that's really happened is Seishirou and Subaru being hopelessly dorky. XD

[fahye.livejournal.com]

I do not see this as a bad thing :D

And now: I sleep. I won't be able to process this lecture. I'll. Um. Read the notes tomorrow morning and listen to it on the weekend.

*goes kerthud*

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

!
WANT

[fahye.livejournal.com]

LIKE YOU WANT A BULLET IN THE HEAD.

Apparently.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

No, but if I only used that icon when I wanted a bullet in the head, I would rarely get to use that icon. *reasons*

[dopplegl.livejournal.com]

Oooooh, I see what you did there. 'Winter of our discontent.' You're clever, you.

*hugs*

[rimestock.livejournal.com]

*is, technically, laughing hysterically*

♥!

[fahye.livejournal.com]

*grins sheepishly*

This is kind of how my brain works. Shakespeare just pops to the forefront whenever given the smallest of windows.

[unravels.livejournal.com]

:O I have an entire book of post-mortem hate mail! Well, some of it is hate mail. Some of it is just 'hello, anyone there?' mail. It proves the existence of life after death via the postal service by sending letters to dead people. I.e. if they are not returned, they must have reached the intended recipient. :D It's called Postal Seance - you might be able to see it here (http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0811840271/002-6479998-4057604?v=glance&n=283155&n=507846&s=books&v=glance) if it's not being weird cause I was logged in.

& now must run away - late for Serenity! *dances*

[miscellanny.livejournal.com]

Tomorrow I promise, I'm sorry. I'm really lacking in 'net access. But it WILL be tomorrow.

*hugs*

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Understandable, hon, don't worry :)