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I've just written up my lecture notes for Grace Notes by Bernard MacLaverty which is the wonderful novel on which I am writing my Narrative and Culture essay. The computer has just been turned on because I need to print off my extra LTC assignment, and I'm online because I'm trying to find two of Frank O'Hara's poems that aren't in the edition the University told us to buy (which, yeah, useful). But I've been musing about this since yesterday and I feel midday (or circa) is an appropriate time to take a break and think about Catholicism.

( This gets long )

I’ll leave you with one last thought before I go back to lecture notes. Both Bartleby in Dogma and Gabriel in Constantine fall; they both state only humans are given the choice to be welcomed into the love of God, that angels were created loving. Both see humans as unworthy. And both see hell as a PHYSICAL PLACE when it’s been defined as the absence of God. So, by definition, both Gabriel and Bartleby are in hell even though they are on Earth. Hell isn’t a place. Hell is the absence of God. "Why did You leave me?" Bartleby asks, and for a film that’s fairly funny, for a moment you suddenly have to come to stop and think what these stories are actually telling us.

ETA: Onto notes on Frank O'Hara next - a man who loved New York City. Don't be surprised if that sparks a diatribe, too.

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Rachel Yamagata: Be Be Your Love

I have to remember to leave early today so I can hand in my LTC assignment before my N&C seminar. It's White Noise today so I'll be interested in where the discussions go.

Oh god, you know that song that played in the last scene of the last numb3rs episode that played? When Alan, Charlie and Don are laughing about Larry? And Megan? That song? I HAVE IT AND IT IS LOVE. It's beautiful. I will probably share when I get more bored/obsessed with it. Depends which happens first, lol. I need a moment to totally fan girl out. ( Meisha swoons with the happy over Numb3rs (and then somewhere along the line, this turns into Meisha talks about her fanfic options) )

And if I see another end scene that was as cute as the one at the end of Toxin I may just curl up and die of squee-happy contentment. Seriously. EEEEE! There's a new episode tonight! I'm so giddy just thinking about it. Man, fandom is being sweet today.

ETA: noorie?! I tried to save that Amita/secret smile icon and it wouldn't save as a gif, grr. Could you, maybe, if you can find it, email me it? Because I now want to own it and cherish it. Pleeeeease?

ETA II: Someone at ci_graphics (nine28) has made 100 icons and they're awesome. Go check 'em out. I'm going to upload another one to use, hehe.

Current Mood: giddy
Current Music: Tyrone Wells: Sea Breeze

So.

*BEGS*

Please, please, please tell me that someone out there knows stuff about Romani and Gitans and Calo? Please? Because I have dictionaries and mini-translators and loads of reference (not to mention a Hindi/Gujurati background that feeds in surprisingly well) but I still don't know if the small sentences that I need to churn out are...right.

And if you're Gitan... well, do you speak Calo or Romani? And is it a patois thing? And can I reconcile a French accent with a Southern accent? (Well, actually, yes I can. Just watch me).

Any/all help appreciated!

Current Mood: frustrated
Current Music: Joe Purdy: I Love The Rain The Most

Word count, I SO OWN YOU. 1,040 words, beeotches. Mwhahaha.

YSI, you so own me. *tries to upload for 328372937298796th time*

Sonnet - you are so going to DIE if you don't SHUT UP and CONFORM TO IAMBIC PENTAMETER ALREADY. Dude. Not fun! And we've been doing this for a fortnight, argh!

The weekend has been cool. I bought me a jacket and two pairs of gloves (BHS - do! not! laugh! - was doing a 48hour mega sale wherein you got 20% off everything and so my gloves only cost me two quid) and this half-torso top that I have no name (and no camisole) for. I also bought food, although I forgot to buy my cereal or a chapstick. Woe! My poor lips are all manky and dry and ewwwww. And sore, because, ow :(

Love this song.

I've got more fic to type up although I've hit something of a snag because the style needs to change a little bit, but I need to maintain all of the perspectives. And I need to make the threeway angst so much more apparent. Just you wait until I bring in Lil. Haha. I think I'll be writing fic in tomorrow's OE lecture. And the seminar. JUST BECAUSE. (My interest in my subject has just become non-existant. Here's hoping it has a nice vaction and then comes back refreshed and ready to be invigorated).

Note to self: make XF icons.

Unsurprisingly, I was feeling a bit sad earlier. Having now triumphed over The Stupid Wordcount, I now feel considerably better. I should probably go to sleep though. Full day tomorrow. And it is now cold. Waaay too cold for November. We shouldn't get this weather until January, at least. Brrr. MORE WOE! I can't turn on the heating in my room. In a cool (haha) turn of events, I have a double duvet thing so I can take the other half out of the closet now and button the two halves together. How ~~ahhhsum~~ awesome is that?!

believe it or not, this is procrastination. I'm stoppingmyself from going to sleep. Guys? I'm SO DUMB sometimes. *headdesk*

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Deathcab For Cutie: Wait

First off, to anyone who's emailed me in the past 48 hours - I swear, I will get around to replying to you soon. I'm having net connection issues here in the flat, so it's a bit screwy at times. However, if your email was five lines or less, you probably got a reply in kind. Oh, lucky you!

I'm supposed to be writing a poetry essay today but i can't get motivated. It's only a thousand words! I can get that written in less than an hour if I actually try. But I'm sitting here with my chosen poem (Sonnet 19, Sh.) and I... don't care. I just want to watch more Numb3rs/Supernatural/Grey's Anatomy (delete as applicable). I especially want to see Supernatural because I now actually need that backstory, and because I'm losing a grip on the boys' characterisation. In the rapid-fire-dialogue portion of the fic, they come out quite well; it's when I want them to have a bit of depth that they start rebelling against me. And, I have to keep reminding myself that it's only Lise who hates Sam, not everyone else. I need to make him a little bit less pathetic, poor chap. In happier news, the current portion has direction! There's a random plot-device character, a house full of ancestry, a spooky photograph and The Nightmares Of OFC Backstory Mwhahaha. I just need to sit down and type it all up. But, alas, essay first. Grr.

I also need to pack my bag properly tonight. I checked my train times for the third time and they've changed again. I have no idea what's going on. It's ridiculous. I just want to get a train to Reading! I need to make sure that I've packed all my clothes, the five books that I brought (no, still haven't finished White Noise, and I didn't bring my copy of Emily Dickinson, which was so so smart of me /idiot).

Oh, we (as in The Mother, The Sister and I) watched Numb3rs 203 yesterday. ( spoilers )

Anyway, another episode tonight. And Atlantis, for the first time in ages. I'm going to have to borrow someone's DVDs and catch up. This is not a good state of affairs!

Back to the poetry analysis. I just wish I knew what exactly it is that I'm being asked to do. Everything is very vague.

Current Mood: okay
Current Music: Ace of Base: Wheel of Fortune

This is why I don't purposely spoil myself!

Sigh.

There goes that fic.

Yes, yes, I know. I might aswell run with it considering the OC but I'm so freaking hung up on technicalities that this has become for me an issue. Grr. OK. So the plan is to watch the latest one, refigure the plan, and write the fic anyway. That's if I can manage to keep up the style I;m using right now. I'm pounding out about 100 words a day, which is ridiculous. SIGH.

ETA: FUCK. IF THE SERVER RECONNECTS ONE. MORE. TIME. GRR I AM GOING TO KICK ITS SORRY LITTLE ASS. And why the hell isn't lj showing my comments?!

ETA II: FUCK! The link is down. Which means I will have to wait for another mirror. Which is too much for my fandom-broken heart to manage *bawls*

Current Mood: frustrated
Current Music: Deathcab for Cutie: Title Track

I was randomly browsing sites for inspiration and I came across Summer Glau, the actress who plays River(?) in Firefly. Damn. This girl has a perfect face; her build is so slight, she's elfish. It's amazing. She actually personifies the image I had in my mind of Lise. Except Lise is built a little bigger. But wow. Never knew that.

( Picture to show example for anyone, like me, who has never seen Firefly before )

I am astounded. I must stop staring. (Look at her skin!)

Current Mood: impressed
Current Music: The La's: There She Goes

So, at this point, I'm 2,000 (very slow) words into this fic and I've just realised that there's no way this is going to work so I'm going to have to go back and fill in the blanks. Telling the exposition in retrospect is a dumb way of trying to make a non-linear story linear. I need to go back and start at the beginning so that this bitch is chronological. And I have to remember that Sam isn't as loathsome as the new character thinks and that Dean isn't subtle at all.

ARGH.

Anyway, we're 2,000 words in and now they're in the car, and they're going to the same they started at except I have no idea why. Which is dumb because I know what I want to have happen. So I need to rewind and fill in the gaps. Which is...sigh. Which is tiring. But will be worth it, I hope.

Current Mood: frustrated
Current Music: Vienna Teng: The Tower

So, normally, when I'm writing, I have a pretty clear cut idea of character in my head. I mean, you really need that. But I'm writing this fic, and I'm writing this OC (and I have these crazy Mary Sue phobias) so normally I just myself loads of questions about the character and answer them for myself. Except I figured you could all ask me stuff so that I have to think about it more, and so that I don't miss all the obvious things.

So. Yes. Ask my OC anything. Obvious things, obscure things. I'll have the answers to some anyway because, well, yes, but to others I won't. Ask where she's from, what's her favourite food, what her name is (you could start with that one) andI will answer and then I will squish you al because you are a great and interactive flist, yes, yes, you are, aren't you? :p

ETA: Ask at least five questions each. Think of banal stuff and more interesting stuff. Y'all know that I love you, right?

Current Mood: nerdy
Current Music: Raghav: Ek Din Aap

So, I have a pointless seminar today but I'm going to go so I can book train tickets on the way. See? Productivity! When I get back, I MUST find my poetry essay title and then I will hopefully have some song recs. Oh, today I realised that I don't have movie editor on my laptop (or any of my PSP brushes but that's another discussion entirely) so uploading to megaupload or YSI is a pain, especially considering that I really want to help noorie et al out by providing a couple of mirrors. I want to do it a few times because I'll delete the files off the laptop after a while.

The fic is...well, progressing, at least. We've moved from the original point of action to the secondary point of action and I'm writing this CHRONOLOGICALLY, so, for once, the action isn't actually going in reverse. But! But, but. But I find writing linearly difficult and my OC is in danger of being s Mary Sue. Which, for the record, I hate. I need to map her details more thoroughly, and I need to map the boys' details out waaaay more thoroughly. I want to get it to a place where I can post at least part of it (sort of like the Numb3rs fic). Thing is, with this kind of fandom, you need to stick to urban legend without wandering off into ~~plastic~~ BtVS territory. So I also need to research/rrevise my knowledge of herbs and flowers. Yeeeeeah.

Train tickets will be the death of me. Because I'm going home on Tuesday, I need a ticket to London, a return from London to Peterborough, and then a ticket from London to Reading. PAINFUL. And the websites are all really dumb. I just want preliminary prices so I can talk to that guy at the SU travel centre and then he can screw around with all those little details. But I don't want him to overcharge me and I need very specific times if I want to get to places on time. I can't even get a weekend saver because, guess what? Tuesday is midweek argh.

Must do this, then. And my reading, oh god, my reading!

Current Mood: so-so
Current Music: Radio 2: Ken Bruce

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