hobbit_feets: (Bitchy)
I have arrived at the sad conclusion that I possess quite literally no willpower.  None at all.  Whatsoever.   I need, like, pills or something.  Well no, not pills, but perhaps a swift kick to the arse or a twat 'round the head to get me doing what I'm supposed to be doing at any given time.

In other news, I've discovered that I actually like Amy Winehouse's music.  This is slightly disturbing, as I have always disdained her very much as a person.  Oh well.  It's quite groovy stuff.  And I can sing it, at that- it is exactly in my range and in a style which my voice suits admirably.  Good times.
hobbit_feets: (Bitchy)
I have arrived at the sad conclusion that I possess quite literally no willpower.  None at all.  Whatsoever.   I need, like, pills or something.  Well no, not pills, but perhaps a swift kick to the arse or a twat 'round the head to get me doing what I'm supposed to be doing at any given time.

In other news, I've discovered that I actually like Amy Winehouse's music.  This is slightly disturbing, as I have always disdained her very much as a person.  Oh well.  It's quite groovy stuff.  And I can sing it, at that- it is exactly in my range and in a style which my voice suits admirably.  Good times.
hobbit_feets: (Hairporn)
I love Latin.  Really, I do.  I wish Morris offered Latin classes; I would be all over that like a hot flannel if they did.  But, alas. 

It is really incredibly gorgeous out today.  By which I mean it is grey and snowy and slushy and things are quite melty and a bit nasty to the bottom six inches or so of one's trousers, but it's warm!!  It is above zero!  I went for a walk for a good two hours and was quite comfortable with my coat open and my scarf hanging loose.  Oh, it's fantastic.  What a marvellous concept, warmth. 

I skipped both my lectures today.  Oh well.  One of them's  a massive bloody one, so no-one notices you're there anyway, so it doesn't really matter.

My voice is irritating me- I just wish I could go a tiny, tiny bit higher.  Just a wee bit.  I ought to take voice lessons, improve my range.  It's much better than what it was, of course, but it could be a lot better.
hobbit_feets: (Hairporn)
I love Latin.  Really, I do.  I wish Morris offered Latin classes; I would be all over that like a hot flannel if they did.  But, alas. 

It is really incredibly gorgeous out today.  By which I mean it is grey and snowy and slushy and things are quite melty and a bit nasty to the bottom six inches or so of one's trousers, but it's warm!!  It is above zero!  I went for a walk for a good two hours and was quite comfortable with my coat open and my scarf hanging loose.  Oh, it's fantastic.  What a marvellous concept, warmth. 

I skipped both my lectures today.  Oh well.  One of them's  a massive bloody one, so no-one notices you're there anyway, so it doesn't really matter.

My voice is irritating me- I just wish I could go a tiny, tiny bit higher.  Just a wee bit.  I ought to take voice lessons, improve my range.  It's much better than what it was, of course, but it could be a lot better.
hobbit_feets: (Feel It)
Singing, Singing
O, the singing!
There was so much singing then
We all sang,
And this was my pleasure too.
The boys in the fields
The chapels
Full of singing
Always full of singing
Here I lie,
Here I lie-
I have had pleasure enough;
I have had singing
I have had singing

'I Have Had Singing'- Stephen Sametz

Search this song on YouTube or something, if you would.  It is one of the most sublimely joyful songs I have ever heard.  I sang this last year with my school choir and with the State Honours Choir, and I would get absolutely giddy with the sheer happiness of it- it is beautiful.  So, so beautiful.  I can't find an mp3 of it anywhere, which is absolutely tragic, but it is on YouTube, so I make due. 
hobbit_feets: (Feel It)
Singing, Singing
O, the singing!
There was so much singing then
We all sang,
And this was my pleasure too.
The boys in the fields
The chapels
Full of singing
Always full of singing
Here I lie,
Here I lie-
I have had pleasure enough;
I have had singing
I have had singing

'I Have Had Singing'- Stephen Sametz

Search this song on YouTube or something, if you would.  It is one of the most sublimely joyful songs I have ever heard.  I sang this last year with my school choir and with the State Honours Choir, and I would get absolutely giddy with the sheer happiness of it- it is beautiful.  So, so beautiful.  I can't find an mp3 of it anywhere, which is absolutely tragic, but it is on YouTube, so I make due. 
hobbit_feets: (Fry and Laurie)
This Sunday, I got my first paycheck.  I'm into that, really, it's quite groovy.  

And now, rather predictably, I have yet another fic that I've written.  I did it in Br. David today and I've only just posted it.  Quite short, another Stephen/Hugh, centring on a rather bizarre metaphor comparing the two of them to Dr. Faustus and Mephistopheles.  Bugger me sideways, but my mind does work in strange ways.

http://community.livejournal.com/fryandorlaurie/313452.html#cutid1

Also, I seem to be stuck talking in an Australian accent.  A rather bad one at that; I sound a bit like one of the Bruces from Monty Python.

Four days left of school...
hobbit_feets: (Fry and Laurie)
This Sunday, I got my first paycheck.  I'm into that, really, it's quite groovy.  

And now, rather predictably, I have yet another fic that I've written.  I did it in Br. David today and I've only just posted it.  Quite short, another Stephen/Hugh, centring on a rather bizarre metaphor comparing the two of them to Dr. Faustus and Mephistopheles.  Bugger me sideways, but my mind does work in strange ways.

http://community.livejournal.com/fryandorlaurie/313452.html#cutid1

Also, I seem to be stuck talking in an Australian accent.  A rather bad one at that; I sound a bit like one of the Bruces from Monty Python.

Four days left of school...
hobbit_feets: (Bang)

Whoops.  I intended to post this on the twenty-first, the night before I left on me holiday to Door County, but me dad yelled at me for being up too late, so I never got the chance.  Here, therefore, and at long last, comes my much, much, much belated review/thoughts/reflections/queries on Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest.  I’ve seen the movie three times by now, so I suppose this’ll be a bit more accurate than had I posted it on the eighth.

 

My first reaction was, and I quote “Oh. My. Giddy. Gods!  Pirates was... bloody hell, it was sodding BRILLIANT!”  Berni was right on the mark when she said that there were loads of opportunities for Sparrington.  I mean, sexy Commodore James Norrington turned even sexier, scruffy, embittered pirate... yum.  I was a bit put off though, because they cut out all the scenes (once again) that made him look remotely nice, or gave his character a bit more depth.  Come on, seriously!  They guy has become essentially everything he loathes- everything he’s fought against so bitterly- and they can’t even spare him a bit of character development?  *shrug*  But that’s what the DVD’s for, I suppose.   A lot of people now are lamenting and saying that Sparrington will be impossible now; that James hates Jack, or has merely become a tool of the East India Trading Company, or a pathetic, self-serving man desperate to cling to an image now proved to be nothing more than a facade.  I disagree, personally.  I agree that what he did- giving the heart of Davy Jones to Cutler Beckett- was a despicable thing to do, but it was the act of a desperate man; and, when one thinks of it, quite piratical indeed.  Nor, I think, does James hate Jack Sparrow.  Would he, after all, sign on the crew of somebody he hated?  He didn’t know Elizabeth had letters of marque, he didn’t know Jack was searching for the very thing Lord Beckett desired; what ulterior motive could he have in signing onto The Black Pearl?  Rather, I believe, he hates what Jack has come to represent to him; he represents his failure, his weakness, everything which came together to turn that proper, upstanding Commodore of Her Majesty’s Royal Navy into a rum-soaked tar serving under a pirate.  Jack is the focus of his anger, but not the cause of it.

 

I found the villain, Davy Jones, to be very interesting indeed.  I actually hadn’t thought I’d like him, on account of what I originally perceived as the “ridiculous” CGI work on him, and the fact that Davy Jones was never supposed to be an actual person, more so a metaphor for the sea- “Davy Jones’ locker” and all that.  In fact, my first impression of him could not have been more wrong.  The CGI was utterly brilliant; the tentacle beard? Just... damn cool.  No other words suffice.  And the character in itself; I thought him much more human than Barbossa, paradoxically enough.  He’s so complex, really, and just so interesting.  I cannot wait to find out more of his backstory in the next movie- who was this woman, “as harsh, and changing, and untamable as the sea”, what did she do to him, how did he become what he is; with whom did he make a bargain?  Could be, I suppose, the traditional myth surrounding The Flying Dutchman- the Captain blasphemed against God, and thus, was smote down and cursed to sail the seas for all eternity, but I dunno. I'd never actually heard of 'Davy Jones' as connected to The Flying Dutchman before, so that's questionable. 

 

As I was reading theories and suchlike online, I found that quite a lot of people seem to think that Tia Dalma has something to do with it; she has a locket/music box that is the match to Jones’, and she knows of his past where it seems others do not.  Some think that she herself was Jones’ lover, while others suppose that she merely has some connexion with her, or has learned these things through her voodoo.  There is even some speculation that she is the sea goddess Calypso incarnate.  This theory, which I have come to support, is suggested by several things; first of all, by a once potential title for the third movie- Calypso’s Fury.  Second, by the cannibal island scene; the Pelligostas believe Jack to be a god in human form- this may be foreshadowing for Tia Dalma.  Third of all, by the remark of hers which I mentioned previously, after Gibbs interjects and says that he heard that Jones fell in love not with a woman, but with the sea- “Same story, different versions!  And both are true.  It was a woman as harsh, and changing, and untamable as the sea.” This, if combined with the theory that she was the woman who broke Davy Jones’ heart, throws the whole thing into a rather new perspective, doesn’t it?

 

But, I digress; Davy Jones.  Really, I think they must explain more in the next movie, because so much is hinted at in this one, but hardly anything actually said.  The organ scene, for one.  (Inspired, but the way- that scene; playing the organ with his beard-tentacles?  Guh.  Genius)  Just that anguished, terrible expression on his face as he pounds out the music-box song.  Oh, and the organ music?  Feckin’ orgasmic, seriously. 

 

Much though I liked Davy Jones himself, I found his crew to be a little laughable.  The New York Times called it “Night of the Living Bouillabaisse”, and I must say, I agree.  The concept was interesting, and on some it worked (Jones, the hammerhead shark bloke, the pufferfish), but on most of the crew it was just so over the top it came off as rather absurd.  Also, many of them were quite indistinguishable, as they were simply covered with a mass of brownish corals and mollusks and the like, without any distinguishing features.

 

Now, the Jack/Elizabeth-ness!  Oh, my giddy aunt’s knickers, they are both soooo utterly sexy.  Jack, with his “Persuade me” and “I do want to find out what it tastes like.”  *shivers*  Gods.  I’ve never been a Jack/Elizabeth shipper, though, and I’m still not, just because of how Jack deals with women.  “My first and only love is the sea” and all that.  He has a measure of respect for her, certainly, and it’s obvious he wants to shag her (I mean, who wouldn’t?), but love is just not a part of the equation for Jack.   Elizabeth’s story, on the other hand, is entirely different.  She’s in love, I think, with what Jack represents- he’s a bit of the middle ground, actually; the pirate who’s still a good man.  It’s the freedom of the piratical life that appeals to her, the realness of it.  It allows her to completely break free of all the constraints that were imposed upon her as the high society daughter of the King’s Governor of Port Royal.  Not to mention, of course, the incredible sexual tension between them, which has been there since Jack made her outfit him with his effects in the first movie.

 

And Barbossa coming back!  That was an excellent little twist at the end there, and I am glad of it.  Geoffrey Rush, after all, is absolutely magnificent, whether as Barbossa or no, and it’ll add an interesting dynamic to the next movie.  I can’t help wondering, though, what would prompt him to be willing to save Jack?  They’ve never had anything but enmity between them, after all.  Going to save the “Pearl”, I could see- “What’s become of my ship?” y’know, but really I don’t know.  It’s quite curious.

 

Now that I’ve finally gotten that done, I must say I had an absolutely fabulous time in Door County.  We (that being my family and me Aunt Laurie and Uncle Marty, and their three kids- Justin, Tim, and Beth) stayed in the same house we’ve done for the past three times we’ve gone up there.  It’s quite big, and right off Lake Michigan.  Accordingly, I went swimming everyday, as well as taking very long walks on the beach, where I found myself prone to melancholy ponderings and singing quite loudly, because nobody could hear me over the waves.  My uncle owns a boat, so we went out into Sturgeon Bay a couple of times- perch fishing, as well as tubing (the first time I’d ever gone tubing, actually; I luffed it, of course) and swimming.  The last morning, I was actually invited to go salmon fishing with me dad and uncle.  It was a bit odd, because that’s kinda their thing, you know, but I went- got up at five thirty and headed out to the open waters, where you get a lot of the rocking and rolling and potential seasickness that you don’t find in the bay.  I didn’t get ill, though; I’m generally pretty good about that sort of thing.  We were out there for about four hours, and we hooked two smallish salmon- a ten pounder, and a fifteen pounder.  We had them for dinner that night, and it was the most delicious fish I’ve ever had in me life.  Also, I stayed up quite a few nights singing and playing Beatles songs with my uncle.  He plays guitar, and has just gear taste in music, and this is just one of the things we do whenever we see each other, really.  We play Beatles songs, and it’s absolutely wonderous.

 

WOOT!!!

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Whoops.  I intended to post this on the twenty-first, the night before I left on me holiday to Door County, but me dad yelled at me for being up too late, so I never got the chance.  Here, therefore, and at long last, comes my much, much, much belated review/thoughts/reflections/queries on Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest.  I’ve seen the movie three times by now, so I suppose this’ll be a bit more accurate than had I posted it on the eighth.

 

My first reaction was, and I quote “Oh. My. Giddy. Gods!  Pirates was... bloody hell, it was sodding BRILLIANT!”  Berni was right on the mark when she said that there were loads of opportunities for Sparrington.  I mean, sexy Commodore James Norrington turned even sexier, scruffy, embittered pirate... yum.  I was a bit put off though, because they cut out all the scenes (once again) that made him look remotely nice, or gave his character a bit more depth.  Come on, seriously!  They guy has become essentially everything he loathes- everything he’s fought against so bitterly- and they can’t even spare him a bit of character development?  *shrug*  But that’s what the DVD’s for, I suppose.   A lot of people now are lamenting and saying that Sparrington will be impossible now; that James hates Jack, or has merely become a tool of the East India Trading Company, or a pathetic, self-serving man desperate to cling to an image now proved to be nothing more than a facade.  I disagree, personally.  I agree that what he did- giving the heart of Davy Jones to Cutler Beckett- was a despicable thing to do, but it was the act of a desperate man; and, when one thinks of it, quite piratical indeed.  Nor, I think, does James hate Jack Sparrow.  Would he, after all, sign on the crew of somebody he hated?  He didn’t know Elizabeth had letters of marque, he didn’t know Jack was searching for the very thing Lord Beckett desired; what ulterior motive could he have in signing onto The Black Pearl?  Rather, I believe, he hates what Jack has come to represent to him; he represents his failure, his weakness, everything which came together to turn that proper, upstanding Commodore of Her Majesty’s Royal Navy into a rum-soaked tar serving under a pirate.  Jack is the focus of his anger, but not the cause of it.

 

I found the villain, Davy Jones, to be very interesting indeed.  I actually hadn’t thought I’d like him, on account of what I originally perceived as the “ridiculous” CGI work on him, and the fact that Davy Jones was never supposed to be an actual person, more so a metaphor for the sea- “Davy Jones’ locker” and all that.  In fact, my first impression of him could not have been more wrong.  The CGI was utterly brilliant; the tentacle beard? Just... damn cool.  No other words suffice.  And the character in itself; I thought him much more human than Barbossa, paradoxically enough.  He’s so complex, really, and just so interesting.  I cannot wait to find out more of his backstory in the next movie- who was this woman, “as harsh, and changing, and untamable as the sea”, what did she do to him, how did he become what he is; with whom did he make a bargain?  Could be, I suppose, the traditional myth surrounding The Flying Dutchman- the Captain blasphemed against God, and thus, was smote down and cursed to sail the seas for all eternity, but I dunno. I'd never actually heard of 'Davy Jones' as connected to The Flying Dutchman before, so that's questionable. 

 

As I was reading theories and suchlike online, I found that quite a lot of people seem to think that Tia Dalma has something to do with it; she has a locket/music box that is the match to Jones’, and she knows of his past where it seems others do not.  Some think that she herself was Jones’ lover, while others suppose that she merely has some connexion with her, or has learned these things through her voodoo.  There is even some speculation that she is the sea goddess Calypso incarnate.  This theory, which I have come to support, is suggested by several things; first of all, by a once potential title for the third movie- Calypso’s Fury.  Second, by the cannibal island scene; the Pelligostas believe Jack to be a god in human form- this may be foreshadowing for Tia Dalma.  Third of all, by the remark of hers which I mentioned previously, after Gibbs interjects and says that he heard that Jones fell in love not with a woman, but with the sea- “Same story, different versions!  And both are true.  It was a woman as harsh, and changing, and untamable as the sea.” This, if combined with the theory that she was the woman who broke Davy Jones’ heart, throws the whole thing into a rather new perspective, doesn’t it?

 

But, I digress; Davy Jones.  Really, I think they must explain more in the next movie, because so much is hinted at in this one, but hardly anything actually said.  The organ scene, for one.  (Inspired, but the way- that scene; playing the organ with his beard-tentacles?  Guh.  Genius)  Just that anguished, terrible expression on his face as he pounds out the music-box song.  Oh, and the organ music?  Feckin’ orgasmic, seriously. 

 

Much though I liked Davy Jones himself, I found his crew to be a little laughable.  The New York Times called it “Night of the Living Bouillabaisse”, and I must say, I agree.  The concept was interesting, and on some it worked (Jones, the hammerhead shark bloke, the pufferfish), but on most of the crew it was just so over the top it came off as rather absurd.  Also, many of them were quite indistinguishable, as they were simply covered with a mass of brownish corals and mollusks and the like, without any distinguishing features.

 

Now, the Jack/Elizabeth-ness!  Oh, my giddy aunt’s knickers, they are both soooo utterly sexy.  Jack, with his “Persuade me” and “I do want to find out what it tastes like.”  *shivers*  Gods.  I’ve never been a Jack/Elizabeth shipper, though, and I’m still not, just because of how Jack deals with women.  “My first and only love is the sea” and all that.  He has a measure of respect for her, certainly, and it’s obvious he wants to shag her (I mean, who wouldn’t?), but love is just not a part of the equation for Jack.   Elizabeth’s story, on the other hand, is entirely different.  She’s in love, I think, with what Jack represents- he’s a bit of the middle ground, actually; the pirate who’s still a good man.  It’s the freedom of the piratical life that appeals to her, the realness of it.  It allows her to completely break free of all the constraints that were imposed upon her as the high society daughter of the King’s Governor of Port Royal.  Not to mention, of course, the incredible sexual tension between them, which has been there since Jack made her outfit him with his effects in the first movie.

 

And Barbossa coming back!  That was an excellent little twist at the end there, and I am glad of it.  Geoffrey Rush, after all, is absolutely magnificent, whether as Barbossa or no, and it’ll add an interesting dynamic to the next movie.  I can’t help wondering, though, what would prompt him to be willing to save Jack?  They’ve never had anything but enmity between them, after all.  Going to save the “Pearl”, I could see- “What’s become of my ship?” y’know, but really I don’t know.  It’s quite curious.

 

Now that I’ve finally gotten that done, I must say I had an absolutely fabulous time in Door County.  We (that being my family and me Aunt Laurie and Uncle Marty, and their three kids- Justin, Tim, and Beth) stayed in the same house we’ve done for the past three times we’ve gone up there.  It’s quite big, and right off Lake Michigan.  Accordingly, I went swimming everyday, as well as taking very long walks on the beach, where I found myself prone to melancholy ponderings and singing quite loudly, because nobody could hear me over the waves.  My uncle owns a boat, so we went out into Sturgeon Bay a couple of times- perch fishing, as well as tubing (the first time I’d ever gone tubing, actually; I luffed it, of course) and swimming.  The last morning, I was actually invited to go salmon fishing with me dad and uncle.  It was a bit odd, because that’s kinda their thing, you know, but I went- got up at five thirty and headed out to the open waters, where you get a lot of the rocking and rolling and potential seasickness that you don’t find in the bay.  I didn’t get ill, though; I’m generally pretty good about that sort of thing.  We were out there for about four hours, and we hooked two smallish salmon- a ten pounder, and a fifteen pounder.  We had them for dinner that night, and it was the most delicious fish I’ve ever had in me life.  Also, I stayed up quite a few nights singing and playing Beatles songs with my uncle.  He plays guitar, and has just gear taste in music, and this is just one of the things we do whenever we see each other, really.  We play Beatles songs, and it’s absolutely wonderous.

 

WOOT!!!

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I don't really want to update at the moment, but I feel a bit obligated. I feel, at the moment, as though my life has no purpose. I have nothing to strive for. No more speech, no Still Life, no Godspell. This year has been a very good year for me- my friendships have deepened, I've been invovlved, and successful in a lot of things, my grades have gone up, I've enjoyed it overall, but it seems now... for all that, it's incredibly anticlimatic. And I'm still left wanting for so much. Gah- I mean, of course I am, but it seems that the year ought to have some sort of conclusion, y'know? And I am going to miss the seniors so horribly much. Kat 'specially. Erin, Alex, Katie, Jonny, Otto, 'Lexa, Alicia, there are so many seniors I've gotten to be friends with this year... bleh.

Right now, I am stricken by a maddening desire to be able to sing soprano, so that I might perform in the Phantom of the Opera. I want to perform so badly right now. Anything!! I want to get up on a real stage- not our auditorium stage, but a stage in a real theatre, with an audience, and perform. I don't think I have ever wanted to perform as badly as I do now. *shrieks in frustration*

Yerba Mate tea is the best stuff in the world. I feel like a stoner while drinking it, but it is awesome.
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I don't really want to update at the moment, but I feel a bit obligated. I feel, at the moment, as though my life has no purpose. I have nothing to strive for. No more speech, no Still Life, no Godspell. This year has been a very good year for me- my friendships have deepened, I've been invovlved, and successful in a lot of things, my grades have gone up, I've enjoyed it overall, but it seems now... for all that, it's incredibly anticlimatic. And I'm still left wanting for so much. Gah- I mean, of course I am, but it seems that the year ought to have some sort of conclusion, y'know? And I am going to miss the seniors so horribly much. Kat 'specially. Erin, Alex, Katie, Jonny, Otto, 'Lexa, Alicia, there are so many seniors I've gotten to be friends with this year... bleh.

Right now, I am stricken by a maddening desire to be able to sing soprano, so that I might perform in the Phantom of the Opera. I want to perform so badly right now. Anything!! I want to get up on a real stage- not our auditorium stage, but a stage in a real theatre, with an audience, and perform. I don't think I have ever wanted to perform as badly as I do now. *shrieks in frustration*

Yerba Mate tea is the best stuff in the world. I feel like a stoner while drinking it, but it is awesome.
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The Keys to Your Heart



You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.

You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.

Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.

In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.




Pretty true, that. Funny how these things work out. Not really, actually, but that's not the point.

The concert went well tonight. I was so feckin' hot the whole time- those bloody robes are almost worse than leather under the stagelights, and that magenta sil shirt thing I was wearing was sticking to me, it was really irritating. It felt like I was wearing a second skin that was too tight for me and fit in the wrong places. Peter's song was brilliant, but I was really pissed at Emma Jo and Maia and that lot. I mean, fuck the hell of and let Peter's song be his own song! We don't need to turn it into a "black pride" thing like the rest of the choir is. Blurgh. And Maia's a whore, on top of it. The other day she was practically grinding Peter as he was singing. I'm in a strange mood- sort of.. bitchy, but content, but restless. All at the same time. Does that even work? Hmm. Not sure. Oh well, what the hell, aye? I shall continue to live, I imagine.

I'm in the middle of writing a Ben/Ian fic, and I'm rather happy with it. It's a bit difficult, 'cause I don't feel that I know the characters half as well as those from the fandoms I usually write. LotR, PotC, Lost, etc. Oh well- I can wait until I get the movie to post it, so I can get to know the characters better, and modify it if need be.
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The Keys to Your Heart



You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.

You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.

Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.

In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.




Pretty true, that. Funny how these things work out. Not really, actually, but that's not the point.

The concert went well tonight. I was so feckin' hot the whole time- those bloody robes are almost worse than leather under the stagelights, and that magenta sil shirt thing I was wearing was sticking to me, it was really irritating. It felt like I was wearing a second skin that was too tight for me and fit in the wrong places. Peter's song was brilliant, but I was really pissed at Emma Jo and Maia and that lot. I mean, fuck the hell of and let Peter's song be his own song! We don't need to turn it into a "black pride" thing like the rest of the choir is. Blurgh. And Maia's a whore, on top of it. The other day she was practically grinding Peter as he was singing. I'm in a strange mood- sort of.. bitchy, but content, but restless. All at the same time. Does that even work? Hmm. Not sure. Oh well, what the hell, aye? I shall continue to live, I imagine.

I'm in the middle of writing a Ben/Ian fic, and I'm rather happy with it. It's a bit difficult, 'cause I don't feel that I know the characters half as well as those from the fandoms I usually write. LotR, PotC, Lost, etc. Oh well- I can wait until I get the movie to post it, so I can get to know the characters better, and modify it if need be.

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