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My jeans hurt. Ouch. And I'm going to McDonalds tomorrow morning with my cousin and her children. Possibly the easter eggs need to go in a box for a while yes. Dad has thrown internet print-outs of mini-disc recorders at me, wanting to order it and get it here before I go back, but now I'm all conflicted and wondering if I really want the iRiver (which I can carry pictures, ie icons, and text, ie fic, around with me on), or another, new iPod thing. And now dad's saying don't worry about giving me back the iRiver, I will use it - what does that mean?! Gah! Confusion!
Mostly I think I just want money, to buy myself random pretty things with. Not the best of long-term plans though. Hmm.
Attempts to write Lemony Snicket hook-handed man movie!fics that have been circling around in my head for a while were hampered (ie killed) by my complete lack of ideas for how they should begin. Which is annoying, because I know pretty much how all of the rest of them go. I have the first lines, it's just the 'setting the tone' bit that's getting away from me. The new, sneaky, smiling-from-under-a-too-large-hat book!characterisation is throwing me a little bit as well, though I do love it. I could do with him being a bit less dim though. Although that actually works for my fics. I busied myself laying the foundations of the Fernald/Violet playlist instead, including some songs that only fit some bizzare tragic love story of theirs in the future. They make me smile though! Quite why I think the Killers' 'Mr Brightside' suits Fernald(ie hook-handed man)/Violet though I don't know.
Watched 'Return to Oz' again this morning. Still creepy. But omg, Ozma/Dorothy! It made me think about a fic I heard of once (in a lullaby...::slaps self::), but never read, about future!Dorothy in Parisian opium dens, trying to get back to her dream world. Sigh. I suppose it will just have to be my beautiful dream.
My jeans hurt. Ouch. And I'm going to McDonalds tomorrow morning with my cousin and her children. Possibly the easter eggs need to go in a box for a while yes. Dad has thrown internet print-outs of mini-disc recorders at me, wanting to order it and get it here before I go back, but now I'm all conflicted and wondering if I really want the iRiver (which I can carry pictures, ie icons, and text, ie fic, around with me on), or another, new iPod thing. And now dad's saying don't worry about giving me back the iRiver, I will use it - what does that mean?! Gah! Confusion!
Mostly I think I just want money, to buy myself random pretty things with. Not the best of long-term plans though. Hmm.
Attempts to write Lemony Snicket hook-handed man movie!fics that have been circling around in my head for a while were hampered (ie killed) by my complete lack of ideas for how they should begin. Which is annoying, because I know pretty much how all of the rest of them go. I have the first lines, it's just the 'setting the tone' bit that's getting away from me. The new, sneaky, smiling-from-under-a-too-large-hat book!characterisation is throwing me a little bit as well, though I do love it. I could do with him being a bit less dim though. Although that actually works for my fics. I busied myself laying the foundations of the Fernald/Violet playlist instead, including some songs that only fit some bizzare tragic love story of theirs in the future. They make me smile though! Quite why I think the Killers' 'Mr Brightside' suits Fernald(ie hook-handed man)/Violet though I don't know.
Watched 'Return to Oz' again this morning. Still creepy. But omg, Ozma/Dorothy! It made me think about a fic I heard of once (in a lullaby...::slaps self::), but never read, about future!Dorothy in Parisian opium dens, trying to get back to her dream world. Sigh. I suppose it will just have to be my beautiful dream.
