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The Sea of Stars

Water-stained pages, pebbles and traces of stardust

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In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet
Bookworm - smercy
*peeks in*


*clears throat*

Hello. Here I am. What's happening in my life? Not much, really. A sample of a conversation between me and the GIF:

Him: *holding the door open for me* It's the curse of being a bloke.
Me: That's nothing to the curse of being a woman.
Him: *pondering* That's very true.

I love it when people get my inferences without having to explain. It's so rare.

Three weeks ago I got a splinter in my foot during belly dancing class (and I was wearing socks!) and had to go to hospital. Because the people there weren't properly trained and they were going to let me dig out myself with a needle. Um, no, this is a part of my body that I use quite often, I think I'll get a professional. Fortunately, it was Wednesday night so the waiting room was almost deserted and I was only waiting about two minutes until my name was called. The doctor who treated me was pretty dishy as well, even if he was blond. His name was Alistair Maclean (isn't it sad that I still remember it?). I told him all about the time I injured my other foot (which was thirteen years ago) and had to have it stitched up. No stitches this time, just glue. I haven't had any trouble with it since, though I was rather paranoid during my first belly dancing class after that.

Went to see Pid this weekend. She's now moved to Acton (West London) and lives in a street full of Darling houses (how I imagine the Darling house in Peter Pan would look). The house she lives in is big and gorgeous and she is now occupying the biggest bedroom she's ever had in her entire life (this includes the room she had once she and her twin stopped sharing). Unfortunately she's not that happy because she's fallen in love with an emotionally unavailable man again. This is kind of a pattern for her, not surprising given her dad. (Not exactly the nicest man in the world; he once called her a slut because she'd got a stain on her school pinafore and I know this because it happened in front of me. Granted he meant that she looked dirty but I have no doubt he knew what she would think of that word.) And so a lot of the weekend was about her asking me what to do and me not saying much because the only person who can do anything about this is her. But the party she invited me to was great: lots of people in an artist's studio in Chelsea, more interested in talking than getting blind drunk. I knew there had to be people like that SOMEWHERE. We then drove back through London and I wished that I was living there. Not that I don't like Gloucester but I know people in London and there is so much more there. Ho hum

Currently trying to get kick-started on any creative project but winter is dragging me down. I'm on the earliest shift this week: 07:00 - 15:30. Have to get up at 5:15 am. Not exactly easy during these dark cold mornings. I'm thinking of getting an electric heater. It would be simpler to switch that on in the mornings than my gas one. I have to push the button in and then wait for more than a minute just to make sure it doesn't go out.

Recently saw The Namesake, which is a wonderful, moving film. Just bought (in reverse order): Order of the Phoenix, X-Men III, The Science of Sleep and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. X-Men III isn't bad, but it's not as good as 1 & 2. It feels like they killed off the most important characters just to be different from Bryan Singer and seriously, they treated Cyclops so badly.

So, talk to me. Let me know what's going on with you. :)

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Cherie, you're back!
Ouch, I hope your foot feels better. As soon as I started reading that paragraph I was flashing back to Emily's Quest and started getting quite scared, but it sounds like it's all right.

Well, I just spent the last three months or so creating, rehearsing, and performing in an eight-minute skit of Peter Pan set in (loosely) modern times ("He's too sexy for his Hook so sexy just look...") I had only a minor line, but I got a laugh every time. We took it to a regional competition of 60something schools and got fourth place! :D Interested in seeing Youtube videos? (The piece that won first was a hilarious Harry Potter spoof... but you're more interested in Peter Pan, right??)
Family's getting a new dog, I'm applying to colleges, and I should be working on my essay for Pitzer right now. Ciao!

Oui, je reviens! :) Oh man, I hadn't even made that connection, but it really wasn't that bad! I say I was in casualty (which is what we call it here in the UK) and everybody goes O.O! then I tell them why and they're like "oh... that's okay then".

I WANNA SEE! Show me the video!

New dog? What kind? :3 A mongrel or a specific breed?

:DDD Well, there are two videos... I'll link to the one that's longer, but on the same page there's another video of the same scene that lets you see the actual scene better. I'm the one in the blue shirt with the short blackish curls (or, easier, the only one with short hair.)

And the dog is an Australian Shepherd, red merle, whom we'll call "Tip," after the song "It's a Long, Long Way to Tipperary."

Another Australian Shepherd? Cool. :) You know that the original Tipperary is in Ireland, right?

Of course! Our male dogs are always named after Republic of Ireland counties -- Sligo, Skye, Limerick, Cork... and our females are named after Irish (or pseudo-Irish) songs, such as "Waltzin' Matilda" and "The Star of County Down," and now "It's a Long, Long Way to Tipperary."
How'd you like Peter Pan?

Bit difficult to see but I liked it!

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