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so much for lack of communication
Damn, this whole situation is just shooting holes in my martyr act, you know? I wasn't going to be able to keep in contact, sob sob, poor frar... and here I am updating for the third time in as many days. Not that I'm complaining...
When I return you shall find me slightly english-sounding, with an unhealthy addiction to Orangina and a very healthy hate of the british aristocracy and class system, and HUGELY obsessed with all things vampiric. I bless the urge that led me to drag The Vampire Lestat on the plane to London with me. I KNEW there was a reason I had a vampire fetish, even in the lack of any good vampire books. Have resisted writing fanfiction (basically because of the lack of Dimitri to write anything on) but my new computer shall very DEFINITELY be Marius, so he can be this crazy mesh of vampire marius and les mis marius, both of whom are blond and proud and lovely. I DID write a poem, on whim, which was supposed to be vaguely about sunrises on horizons (I was on a plane and very, very tired) and ended up being a disturbing thing about immortals chasing the hours of darkness and living in decadence and such. It still scares me a little to read.
I have now purchased two birthday presents - no wait, three - which are going to look a little stingy but cost me quite a lot... damn this exchange rate. They're perfect, though. Absolutely perfect, and I live in fear that the people in question shall buy something similar for themselves before the birthdays come about.
Unfortunately, there was no PotC on the plane over... I watched Identity off and on, The Inlaws once and Finding Nemo about four times. My entire family can now quote the entire movie at the drop of the hat, and it hasn't even been released here in Britain yet. Such is the sadness of travelling. And British Airways economy class is awful for long journeys, no leg room at all.
Today we went to Avesbury Henge and Stonehenge, and I took pictures and listened to the audio guide and now do not care if I never see a large rock again. We're staying with some relatives in Shaftsbury and tomorrow is a rest day in which I plan to wander the town, possibly get some planning done on my english oral or a couple of fics, and sleep a lot.
I miss having people to talk to about the important things. Mum laughingly discusses how she indulges this whole japanese comic thing, I slash Marius and Enjolras horribly and have no-one to rave about it with... I think what I really need is a long, long conversation with someone who actually shares more than a couple of passing interests with me. No such luck.
May attempt to be online at about 8/9/10pm your time, okay? Watch out for phantom commenting.
When I return you shall find me slightly english-sounding, with an unhealthy addiction to Orangina and a very healthy hate of the british aristocracy and class system, and HUGELY obsessed with all things vampiric. I bless the urge that led me to drag The Vampire Lestat on the plane to London with me. I KNEW there was a reason I had a vampire fetish, even in the lack of any good vampire books. Have resisted writing fanfiction (basically because of the lack of Dimitri to write anything on) but my new computer shall very DEFINITELY be Marius, so he can be this crazy mesh of vampire marius and les mis marius, both of whom are blond and proud and lovely. I DID write a poem, on whim, which was supposed to be vaguely about sunrises on horizons (I was on a plane and very, very tired) and ended up being a disturbing thing about immortals chasing the hours of darkness and living in decadence and such. It still scares me a little to read.
I have now purchased two birthday presents - no wait, three - which are going to look a little stingy but cost me quite a lot... damn this exchange rate. They're perfect, though. Absolutely perfect, and I live in fear that the people in question shall buy something similar for themselves before the birthdays come about.
Unfortunately, there was no PotC on the plane over... I watched Identity off and on, The Inlaws once and Finding Nemo about four times. My entire family can now quote the entire movie at the drop of the hat, and it hasn't even been released here in Britain yet. Such is the sadness of travelling. And British Airways economy class is awful for long journeys, no leg room at all.
Today we went to Avesbury Henge and Stonehenge, and I took pictures and listened to the audio guide and now do not care if I never see a large rock again. We're staying with some relatives in Shaftsbury and tomorrow is a rest day in which I plan to wander the town, possibly get some planning done on my english oral or a couple of fics, and sleep a lot.
I miss having people to talk to about the important things. Mum laughingly discusses how she indulges this whole japanese comic thing, I slash Marius and Enjolras horribly and have no-one to rave about it with... I think what I really need is a long, long conversation with someone who actually shares more than a couple of passing interests with me. No such luck.
May attempt to be online at about 8/9/10pm your time, okay? Watch out for phantom commenting.
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And... phantom commenting? Sounds cool. Can I expect a phantom in the next few weeks? o_0
Glad to know you're having fun in England. Or... are you?????
Keep writing the poems. We know you rock. HAVE FUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111
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Are you going to be on MSN, or don't you have it? I'll be on both LJ and MSN, so either's good.