My Little Nest

Okay, so el_em_en_oh_pee nudged me, because apparently I'm not updating this enough. Who knew? Not much going on here, more of the same old, same old.

Samson et Dalila starts next weekend, so this week is going to be busy as all get out with rehearsals and final fittings, and NO TALKING for twenty-four hours before dress rehearsal. (In other words, there will be much texting and IMing) I'm actually kinda sorta terrified for some reason, that I can't understand and it's driving me outsane. (Moreso.) I'm never this nervous until I get onstage. What. The. Fuck.

My friend Jackie wants me to try out for Henry VIII because apparently, she didn't know I knew all of Katherine's monster courtroom speech by heart until I did it in the green room. I'm considering it, along with trying out for Eponine in Les Miserables. Someone tell me not to.

Saturday was spent with the Doppelganger for the second time in as many weeks--ugh. I shopped. Yay retail therapy. Current swag? Romeo + Juliet & Shaun of the Dead on DVD. La Boheme on CD, a Flogging Molly T-shirt, and a pair of heart-shapped handcuff earrings. Eclectic, I know.

Got new blood today, and got very bored. So, what happened? I decided to conquer my photo-manipulation program. What did I decide to do, since I had iconed all the picturs I could? Make wallpapers. Well, one took me ages, and I did that in recovery.

Fandom warning: (But please look if you can tolerate RPG-ish het pairing graphics, because I need opinions--I think they suck)

Blood/Fire Wallpaper #1--Crush, with Alicia Witt as Morag and Tom Felton as Draco since I only had one Alex Band picture on the laptop:

Crush

No, Morag is not a stalker, she's just smitten.

Secondly, I decided to make an actual Blood/Fire wallpaper, with lyrics from Sarah McLachlan's 'Possession'. This features Alicia Witt as Morag (again, but I love her as a PB for Morag) and Alex Band as Draco (Which I blame on sappholococcus for forever linking them in my head) Wallpaper 2--Red-tinted shades of grey:

Red-tinted shades of grey.

What am I thinking? I know I'm a glutton for attention and love being on the stage, but why am I killing myself over trying to get Mon Coeur S'Ouvre A Ta Voix fperfect for an audition for Samson et Delila? I got over being in opera. I did, really. I know I'm a mezzo and that means if I were to get serious about it I'd be playing the witches, bitches and pants. So why am I getting neurotic about this? Gah... *headdesk*

Also: EVIL TWIN! HIPPO! WERE ARE YOU TWO? I MISS YOU! Come out come out wherever you are....Though you did that all ready didn't you?

ANNALISA we have to work on fic-ness! And also figure out where we're going with the Blood/Fire romance fic, y'know, if we're going to eventually get them to the funny scene we were dicussing the other day.

( Cut for the sake of those who have no desire to hear about anything magicky or otherwise pagan-y. )

So, today was the annual spend time with the sister bit. Her parents gave me this really nice jewellery and I don't know what I want to do with it. Anyone who has listen to me talk about jewellery knows that I have bitched about being unable to ind rubies (or at least ruby-like stones) set in silver. Well, they gave me a necklace an earring set, silver, with blood red stones. The problem is I hate them, and I don't want to acknowledge them and their gist at all.

But it's so shiny! I'm just...confused.

So, we did the usual shopping trip, and I indulged in retail therapy to make me feel better. It didn't really work.

I got:

Revolutionary GIrl Utena: The Rose Collection Box Set
Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans
Lolita
Waiting For Godot
The Compete Works of Flannery O'Conner
ROD: vol 2
Crime and Punishment
A bottle of dark purple nail polish
A thin leather collar with spikes and rhinestones
A cable hook for my knitting
A Max Factor lip gloss thing. (Shock, I know, it isn't my usual Rimmel standby.)


So, after going shopping and eating at Arby's sister, Da and went to see a movie. Black Christmas. It was good, but who in the bloody hell keeps paint thinner in their laundry room? I mean really!

Also, am thinking on dying my hair purple...anyone who knows good brands or shades should let me know.

On another topic, thre have been quite a few of the old order-Girls trying to get me too come to the usual Order New Years soiree. I kind of want to go, and I almost said yes--I actually aked Da when Jessie offered to take me down and bring me back on he motorcycle, but Da thought there might be drinking and didn't realise that Jessie refuses to drik since her baby brother was klled by a drunk driver.

i told him this, and now he's okay with the idea, but I think the girls have given up. maybe it's for the best.

Okay, F-List. I just got off the phone with my dear Aunt Branwen--who called to tell me that when I'm abroad next week...(yay boats!) she'll be giving me my Yule present early, which would be great...except...

She's giving me a pair of gold bonding rings. Poesy ones at that! Okay, first of all, I never wear gold (which she knows) it just doesn't happen.

For those of you who don't know, bonding rings used to be used as wedding rings or to symbolise year-long handfastings. Nowadays some Fam. Trad. families still use them as promise rings, wedding bands, engagement rings, etc.

So...what is the point of giving me bonding rings when I don't have a girlfriend, or a boyfriend, or even that many friends? The logic, I ask you...

So, I (politely) suggested this to Aunt Branwen, who told me that, and I quote, "True love comes when you least expect it"

Uh huh...thank you, Yoda.

And then she suggested I needed to stop pining after Giomannach. Yeah, Hullo? Not pining. I am in no way pining for him. It was almost five years ago. Geez. Make me some weepy Lady of Shallot why don'tcha.

So, getting given bonding rings with no romantic entanglements on the horizon--completely pointless or is Aunt Branwen right?

I hate this. princessstarr, sailormewmew, velvetbonsai, dreamgirl18, April, and everyone else from there are back at Ship and I am stuck here.

This royally blows. *sulks* I need some Busted to make me feel better. *prances off to YouTube* Helps, but this still sucks.

Why does my health have to suck so much? Everyone else is at college, being healthy, and I'm here. stuck somewhere between healthy and sick as hell.

Oh, and want to know what my new assignment is? Taking my groupie on and off the bus some days. Wow. Thrilling. I can hardly contain myself.

You know what? Fuck it. I'm done wishing. Order-girls, who has the sodding calendar for the circuit? I'm done sitting at home and sulking. I'm restless, and if I can't be with my friends at college then I'm going to party my sodding brains out here.

Where's my Rob Zombie? *prances off again* Better.

Sorcha, give me my earrings back! Micheal, get me on the calendar, Natalya, give me back my bloody Rammstein album.

So, unsurprisingly, my doppelganger has been wanting to spend 'quality twin time' with me because of it being our birthday.

(Read: She'll leave us alone for another six months after this)

So, after having a brilliant day at the company picnic, including winning a telly and cursing at bingo, we head into Reading to see the sister. Can you tell how thrilled I was?

While we stopped at Wal-Mart and got a card I plucked up some courage (from Circe knows where) and asked Da if he was giving her the same amount of money he spends on me for my birthday, and I told him why I felt it was unfair. Apparently, he realises this, but has always given her the same and doesn't want her family to think he's slighting her.

Oh. Now I feel stupid. Of course it has something to do with how we're viewed and people's standards of us, even if the people in question are regurgitated pond scum--and that's being charitable.

When we got to the party everyone insisted on hugging me, while I tried valiantly to look pleasant and not vomit on them. Even Becky's mum hugged me and kissed my cheek, the bitch, even though she's been avoiding me since the email incident a few years ago.

After socialising a bit, Becky decided to pull me away for a walk and a smoke. Honestly, I wonder how we could be more different sometimes. She doesn't like noise and quiet is a deadly weapon to me.

So during this walk she gabbed on about how she couldn't ever believe her parents would ever give up one of their kids for adoption.

Right. And any logical person is supposed to believe the Lifetime Movie of the Week story they fed us? Stolen from a hospital my arse.

After suffering through another hour of party crap, we left, but Becky made sure to monopolise some time the next day. Great, just what i wanted...more time with my beloved twin sister.

Sunday was up and down. After church Granny and I tried to use the Manic Panic Virgin Snow on my bleached hair and it didn't work, so quite sadly, I'm still blond.

After that we met up with the doppelganger again and went to the mall. Again with the major differences: she can't stand chocolate or coffee. Now I know I'm insane, but they need to look this chick up in the funny farm.

I spent a few more hours with Becky and da and then, thankfully, went home to the Covenstead, quite sad that I had missed most of Breakfast at Tiffany's after watching the beginning after church.

Good news about the mall trip? I got a new collar! ^.^ It had a stupid cherry charm on it, but I took that off quite quickly. This one is black velvet, like my pyramid-studded ones, but has a little silver triangle bracket which holds a ring that drops onto my throat. It's pretty, and comfy too, which is good, considering I always sleep with a collar on, it gives me more ooptions for night-time.

Oh and my sister can't stand jewellery that isn't bracelets. Hmmm...barmy bint.

I love my diet pills *huggles diet pills* Why this affection, you wonder? Because thanks to my grandmother's insistance on a restricitve diet, the diet pills, and staunchly refusing to touch Buzz's birthday cake I am now wearing my NY Liberty jersey that I haven't been able to wear for six years

*Does ridiculous happy dance*

Now I just have to manage to lose some more and get a few new corsets. Correction: Lose a lot more.

And Da's birthday present came today. *squee*

Good place to start though. So...yes...happiness.

Bad news? My laptop gets to be sent off back to TX to be fixed again, but I'm hyper and slightly manic and my mood is no where near crashing, even though my laptop's being a prat.

My collar has almost completely broken and I don't know when I'll get to go shopping for a new one. Da and I are probably going up to Shippensburg to fix things for Aunt Mary on Sat, so no shopping trip there... and Sun. is Laundry Day! *le sigh*

I've got 3 different plot bunnies jostling for my attention

And Buzz's birthday came and went and she was thrilled with her new deck, so that's good.

Oh...and my one old leabhar that I filled seems to have disappeared... I'm not sure whether or not to be worried, or whether I just put it away somewhere so it didn't get lost, or if I'm just not looking in the right places or whether someone took it. I'm not particularly worried, there was nothing too old in it that I can't replicate, and the darkest iut goes is grey so, no worries about that. Now if it were the one before or after it I'd be flipping out, but this one isn't that important. Still, not a good idea to lose your leabhars...

...Maybe it's off hiding with my folding fans that I "put away for the winter" two years ago and now can't find for the life of me. This is why I don't try to organise my things and "put them in their proper place" because I can never bloody remember where the proper place is!

But, weight lost! Clothing fitting! All in all, life is good!