Jun. 20th, 2005

bardic_lady: (rain)
More mercurial than a speeding bullet, able to swing between moods with a single bound, it's...ME!

Yeah, feeling mostly better now. Stil a little fat/ugly/stupid vibe, but shaking it off. It's amazing what a trashy romance novel can do for your mood. Think it also helps that I'll be falling asleep at a slightly more indecent hour tonight. I think going to bed before 11 adversely affects my brain.
bardic_lady: (reading)
I've read four novels in the last twelve hours, around the park and dinner and all. Four of them. It's been a while since I went on a real reading binge like that. I should do it more often. Being a bookworm suits me, I think. It's peaceful and comfy and it feels good. I like that. I sound rather childish, all in short, declarative sentences, but nonetheless, I like it. I also think I'm hungry, but I'm ignoring it because it's 2:50am and it really is time to get some sleep. I think perhaps I'll try some nonfiction tomorrow. I wonder if I could get through Andrew Gurr's The Shakespearean Stage if I didn't get distracted? Or maybe I'll spend the day RPing. Alia wants to come out and play and I think I need to app a couple of new characters as well. Or maybe I'll write some more Muse fic. I can't finish the beach fic, as it turns out I left that notebook in Tacoma, but I think I may write a child!Muse fic or maybe at the ballet or something. Probably I should clean the house. But I don't really want to. Or I could keep working on Midsummer. Transferring punctuation is going to take probably a week, if I really concentrate and don't let myself get distracted. Or I could walk into Uptown and see Batman Begins, but I don't much think I want to walk in the 81 degree heat if I can help it. Regardless, Noah will be at home, so I'll have to be careful, more guarded than usual.
Apologies for this rather disjointed ramble.
bardic_lady: (willow rose)
Mmmm...There's very little that's better for breakfast than homemade banana bread and whipped cream.

As usual, wacky dreams, this time involving a character who was definitely modeled on Riley from National Treasure, Indiana Jones, an Arab princess, and me. And escaping from a psychotic sheikh. And having to acquire new disguises every few minutes...I ended up in a neon teal leopard print sweater...Even in my dreams, there is no room for fashion.

My brother just got up.

Poll Time!!!!

[Poll #516716]
bardic_lady: (milliways)
Meme! For I am sheeplike and not doing anything I should be doing. Gakked from [livejournal.com profile] faith_of_borg

RP Meme )
bardic_lady: (envy)
So, for most of my life, I've dealt with extreme jealousy/possessiveness (I'm sure you're all tremendously surprised to hear it). For the most part, I've toned it down a lot in the last three or four years (yes, really, you have no idea how bad it used to be) But every now and then, it flares up really badly and I end up sitting around trying to beat down this nasty evil feeling. Here I am, doing that right now.
bardic_lady: (envy)
Another poll, for tomorrow's activities!
Today, I RPed for about 8 hours and read the first chapter of Shakespearean Stage. The 86 degree heat made me not want to walk to the movies.

Ignore the fact that it looks exactly like yesterday's poll...Feel free to change your answers if you feel they should be changed.

[Poll #517067]

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I Cannot Hide What I Am

I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour...
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied
but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with
a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do
my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
seek not to alter me.

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