girlofprey

Am home for Christmas. In my sister's room, because 10 weeks is apparently not long enough to decorate my bedroom! Thank you dad. So yes, in my sister's room, despite the fact that she's not actually LIVING in it, which essentially means she gets to fill it with crap but I can't touch any of it. Growl. Also, that when she stays over on Tuesday night (the same day the decorator`s coming to START on my room), I am either out of a bed or sleeping with an insomniac, heavily-pregnant smoker who needs to get up to go to the toilet every five minutes. Double growl.

Sigh. Not doing huge amounts of fannishness, due to the three essays I have due after Christmas, although I think I've done one. Going to e-mail it to a tutor for 'guidance', but have the requisite 2000 words at least. That still leaves literature and language though, although I'm pretty sure I know what I'm doing for both of them. 6000 words in 2 weeks. Should be enough. Reading will have to happen though.

Idly contemplating the 'The Prisoner'-style 'Village' in my head where all my favourite characters and OTPs live/are held. It's actually mapping out quite interestingly. Bernard Black runs the bookshop with Manny, who enjoys exploring the nearby jungle. Billy Chenowith is the resident photographer, with Nate as bereavement counseller (for characters with pre-The Village grief, of course. No-one dies in my Village. Not before they sleep with each other anyway). Dr Otto Octavius is head of science, ably assisted by the brilliant young Peter Parker. John Ryder and Jim Halsey (from the Hitcher) haunt the highways in psycopathic bliss. And it's guarded by a crack team including Faith the Vampire Slayer, Beatrix Kiddo (of Kill Bill fame), Flying Snow from Hero (assisted by Moon), and of course bad-ass dragon Brayack (?) from Flight of Dragons. May retreat into fantasy and live out my days there. Hmmm...