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Punica Granatum
She pulled a pen out of her garter and said, "Let me handle this."
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So, I missed a couple of days doing this, being at home with the parents/parents having crappy wifi connectivity. But I'm back now, so we can begin anew.

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.

Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession

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7th-Jan-2011 03:08 am - In Which We Begin A Meme
So, it's quarter till 3am, I'm up way past my bedtime because SOMEONE (not gonna name names) decided to give me The Fabulous Killjoys kinkmeme and now I can't stop writing really awful foursome-man-love. BUT, fear not, dear flist, because I've brought you a gift! The beginning of the Ten Days Meme! 

Day One: Ten things you want to say to any ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession

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Hey it said ANY ten people.
And now, we say goodnight.
I'm like 97% sure that my spirit guide/guardian angel/subconscious' protection abilities have decided to assume the form of one Anthony Stewart Head, and I will tell you why. I have always been prone to nightmares, and this week I've been having a lot. Well, I've been starting to, anyway. Sometime around the high point of the nightmare, the point where you start to really freak out, Rupert Giles rolls up. Or Uther Pendragon. Or Nathan Wallace. (If you want to know, it's about 60% Giles, 30% Uther, and 10% Nathan. Whatever that means.)
Whichever incarnation of ASH shows up, he always saves me and spirits me away to a different dream where everything is safe and fine. By the time I wake up, most of the nightmare has faded, and I feel well-rested. It's really strange, but hell if I'm complaining.
And yes, I'm using my "flirty eyes" Uther icon. Because it amuses me to do so.
That's all I've got right now.
So, I was ensconced in my bed, happily warm and reading "Church of Lies", by Flora Jessop, when the phone rang. It was Jack, asking if I'd looked out the window. I had not. I got up, peaked out the window, and gave a shriek of joy. Snow blanketed the ground of our apartment complex.
I am what's known in the vernacular as a "Winter Girl". I feel more alive and happy during the cold seasons, and I will always pick being cold over being hot. So when snow is on the ground, I immediately become a squeeing, ecstatic nine-year-old. As soon as I hung up, I was throwing on layers of clothes, and within minutes I was out the door, "Burlesque" blasting in my headphones and was kicking my way through the white stuff like a demented giggling elf-demon.
I had more than one adventure on my trip about the neighborhood, not the least of which was almost getting by a car that skidded onto the sidewalk I was walking on. That was the only near-death adventure, though. The rest of them were social adventures.
On the way to the Starbucks at the grocery store, I have to cross the entrances to a couple of shopping areas, and people were driving in and out of them. One guy pulled his car in before I crossed, and as I continued on my way, he came jogging up to me. The following conversation ensued.
Him: So... what's you're name?
Me: Me? Emily. Why? (Note: I always lie about my name.)
Him: You got a man in your life?
Me: ...Yes.
Him: Ok, ok, I respect that. Where you going? You need a ride?
Me: No... I haven't seen snow in a while, so I'm just enjoying a walk.
Him: Ok, ok, well, I'll let you do what you need to do. Good seein' you, Emily.
And then he went, got back in his car, and drove away. He had apparently pulled over just to get my information. Men, huh?
On my way home, a homeless man asked me for some cash, which I didn't have. But I did have some of the Christmas sugar cookies I baked yesterday, so I gave him those. He seemed to almost prefer that to the cash. I hope he liked them.
So then I made it home and found Jack staring at my boot prints in the ground, because the fact that the apartment was empty was a clear sign that I had been kidnapped. I had not been, but was glad to see that, if I had been, he would have looked for me.
Now I'm cooking dinner, watching Maury, and wrapping Christmas gifts. I'm hoping the snow will hang on and give me a white Christmas. Or a white Yule. Or a white something. I love snow!! 
What is the best returning TV show of 2010? How long before it jumps the shark?

That would be Doctor Who. And it will NEVER jump the shark. Jumping the shark comes about when the show's plot spins off into absurd storylines or unlikely characterizations. Doctor Who is DEFINED by its absurd storylines and unlikely characterizations. That's the whole point. And I wouldn't love it if not for those factors.
So far on shuffle today, we've had "White Houses", by Vanessa Carlton, "Angels in Waiting" by Tammy Cochran, "Fallen", by Sarah McLachlan, and and "Wicked Little Town", from Hedwig and the Angry Inch. All songs I associate with a long-ago time,  and people I loved more than myself, who were taken from me before I was ready to see them go. This is not a good sign. But rather than write a long introspective post, which would probably be the clever thing to do, just get it and them out of my system, I'm just going to post vauge statements and odd lyrics, and hope that they are somewhere better than here.

So I go, and I will not be back here again
I'm gone as the day is fading on white houses
I lie, put my injuries all in the dust
In my heart is the five of us in white houses.

They always knew they’d never grow old.
Sometimes the body is weaker than the soul.
In their darkest hour, I made a promise
I will always keep:
I’ll give them life; I’ll let them live through me.

We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
The past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
In the lonely light of morning
In the wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I've held so dear.

And then you're someone you are not
And Junction City ain't the spot
Remember Mrs. Lot and when she turned around
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town
Who was your best childhood friend, and where are they now?

My best friend in middle school was this girl called Beth. We were both super shy, always reading Lord of the Rings, nerdy little girls with no social skills. We bonded easily, first over Jaci Velasquez (go figure), then Middle Earth, and later over our twisted love of a phenomenon termed "He's-So-Pretty-Let's-Destroy-Him"itis. Together we went to Renaissance Festivals, Pirates of the Caribbean, and CrazyLand. We wrote such epics as "Imladris High" and.... "Imladris High." (It was badass, people. I think it's still up on fanfiction.net if you want to read it.)
She straight up saved my life. Beth is one of the best people my life has ever given me, and I don't think I would have made it through without her. As well she knows, we have had some rough patches, but there was never a time where she wasn't there when I needed her.
Where is she now, you ask? Well, on the phone with me, of course! Yep, you guessed it.
callmylawyer is, was, and always shall be, my very best friend.

Edit: Imladris High is located HERE. Please note, we were 13 at the time of writing it.
23rd-Nov-2010 01:25 pm - Writer's Block: Cool places
What's your favorite city or town that you've visited? Why do you love it?

Paris. Always Paris. Just the feel of being there is like, having no worries. It's tranquil. You can sit outside for hours, eating risotto and people watching, and the waiters never rushed you or really even bothered you except to bring by more wine. It's clean and safe, or at least it feels that way, when you're walking around the market or browsing bookshops. Even if your French is less-than-perfect, if you make an effort, the people take you to heart. I was there a week and a half, and people who I met more than once (the baker who made the beignets I got for breakfast everyday, or the little gal who worked the counter at the sushi bar) treated me like an old friend.
And the parks! You could sit under the same tree, right in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower itself and never get bored. I read, played with kids, walked around, sang songs. It was awesome.
I miss the hell out of Paris.
22nd-Nov-2010 12:11 am - In Which I Compile Random Thoughts
1.) Scary movies freak me out way less when Jack isn't around to be jumped upon. I've been watching Chiller for the last two hours and it's not freaking me out nearly at all.
2.) The worst thing about nightmares is not the nightmare itself. It's their insidious timing. I never get a nightmare at 2am. They always wake me up twenty minutes before I was planning to wake up. So rather than those twenty minutes being my last preparation in the fight against sleepiness, they are spent shaking and freaked out. If I'm going to have a nightmare, I'd rather have it when I still have seven hours of sleep left to me.
3.) It's really insane how I light up when they show a snip of Buffy wit Anthony Stewart Head in it on the Chiller commercials for Buffy. Giles = <3
4.) My sister saw the seventh Harry Potter movie before I did. How did that happen? 
5.) Dear People Who Live Upstairs From Me: Who taught you to go up and down stairs? I mean, really. There is no need to stampede up and down them in your steel toed boots. It's also unnecessary to jump the last three steps. At least, I think that's what you are doing. It could be that you're simply throwing one another down them in some kind of ritual sacrifice to the God of Stairs. I don't know.
5.5.) And where are you going at midnight that you have to rush down the stairs in such a manner. I mean, three in the afternoon I can sort of understand. There was probably a sale on giant jingly pants specifically designed to announce to the world "HI! I'M A WANKER." 
But midnight? This is Ward's Corner, people. The 24 hour mini-mart closed two hours ago. Get it together.
6.) WHOA. WHOA. I'm sorry, I looked down to spell check what I'd been typing, look back up and Edgar Allen Poe is having sex with what appears to be Susan Pevensie with tuberculosis. WHAT THE FUCK, CHILLER?!
7.) Usually I like my lists to have OH THERE WAS GILES AGAIN!!! ten things on them. But somehow, I don't think I'm going to get there.
8.) If you read this far, you need a reward. Pick a pairing and I'll do a set of ten song drabbles for that pair. Remember, Graverobber/Shilo and Uther/Morgana are already written, so pick wisely.
9.) I love y'all. You know that.
OMG, you guys. If you haven't seen "The Secret of Moonacre", you need to go to the family section of Blockbuster right now and get it. It's seriously a gorgeous film, but there's something... really sexy about it, for a kid's movie. Robin keeps throwing Maria around, calling her "witch." It's every Uther/Morgana fic I've ever wanted to read. And of course, Robin is a mean badass kid with eyeliner and a heart of gold, so I'm all about him. But then Ioan Gruffudd is being all stern and Welsh, making eyes at Natascha McElhone, who is gorgeous, and it's just lovely and awesome. Tim Curry is munching the scenery with serious abandon. And there's also an element of nature magick about it that I'm super in love with. Seriously, you lot should check it out.

But that's the good thing of the day. The rest of the day was an experiment in confuse and fear.
While being in Summerfield, I'm volunteering at a place called "Tabitha's Closet", which is a thrift store that sells clothes to fund shelters for homeless women. Pretty badass, right? And for the most part, it is. But there's a catch: The managers, the women in the shelters, the customers, pretty much everyone associated with this place is the Bible-thumpiest of Bible thumbing Christians. And I rolled up all fresh faced and Pagan, ready to get some work done, and all they wanted to do was turn my head and heart.

Now, it's well known that I am pretty much Pagan girl for life. It's also known that I have nothing but warm feelings towards Christianity. My dearest friend in all the world is a Christian, has been as long as I've known her. At its heart, it's a fantastic religion, and Jesus in particular has some pretty neat things to say.
But then there are the people I worked with today. Here's a few soundbites for your entertainment:

*The woman who came in, saw my pentacle ring, and asked me about it. I cheerfully gave her a run-down of my belief system as I swept the floor: the God and Goddess, three-fold law, and using ritual as a form of prayer. She looked me dead in the eye and intoned with deadly seriousness: "Some time focusing on Jesus could cure you of those notions." My face: 0.0 She just walked away after that.
*The manager, who told me the story of her son, who went to New York to be with his girlfriend. "I don't want to give up hope on him, though he makes it so hard. But I'm a prayer warrior, and I won't give up until he leaves that awful city."
*The first girl who worked with me asking if I "understood" Christmas. Uhm, yes?
*ALL DAY LONG WITH THE JESUS MUSIC!!! And not even the fun kind I can use to write slash fics with! I ALMOST made it through all eight hours without hearing "I Can Only Imagine" BUT NO. The last ten minutes of my shift, THERE IT WAS.

Of course, I've already agreed to go back eight hours on Thursday and Friday and six hours on Saturday. Hopefully, I'll remember to charge my iPod and be left alone to steam clothes in the basement all day. I would be ok with that, for real. Give me a big pile of clothes, the steamer and some privacy, and it'll be done, and I won't be stressed.

On a completely unrelated note, it is pretty sad how bad I want this: (The Wand of Hermione Granger) for me and this (The Wand of Severus Snape) for Jack. But I really really do. XD

PS: I would like to give a special shout-out to brilliant_snark for RPing with me and keeping me sane today. ILY 4EVER!!

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