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Hey all. Well, today was a quiet day. I nursed a slight hangover, and didn't use the computer much at all. Got an email from Adam (Yay!) and had a warm fuzzy for the rest of the day. Had a nice strawberry scented bubble bath, and bathed my piercing twice. I love it.
I read the nicest passage from Through the Looking Glass. The Alice books have rather captured my imagination, and I'm doing some art based on the stories. They'll be on heavy card, so they'll be for sale. Anyway, the passage:
"Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.' And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves all in green and dance about - whenever the wind blows - oh that's very pretty!" cried Alice, dropping the ball of worsted to clap her hands. "And I do so wish it was true! I'm sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown."
It's such a gorgeous passage that. I really love Alice, she's a darling girl. So bizarre, such a wild imagination. I love it, I wish I had a kid like that. I'd marvel in her day in and day out and watch her play for always. I thought, "What would a girl like that grow up like?" I'm thinking she would be a pretty bizarre woman. And probably would have a hard time fitting in in the 19th century. She'd be a fruitcake, I'm thinking. Either that or a writer ^_^.
I was lying on the floor on a mattress, reading. Xena was snoozing on the couch, looking as adorable as usual. I drank orange juice, nibbled on biscuits, watched the odd bit of television, but mostly slept on and off because of cramps and hangovers. In quiet moments, when my brain wasn't busy with this or that, I'd think to yesterday, and what I was up to. Of sitting on the couch and giggling with Adam. My heart warms, and I smile. Like every other time I've ever had interest in a boy that was seemingly reciprocated, I wondered what on earth I was doing. I always feel afraid. Part of me doesn't want to be afraid this time. I'm tired of being afraid, and in a way, I'm tired of being unsure. I think it was the first time yesterday that I had as much fun talking to a boy as kissing him.
You know... when I look to a guy that for some reason indescribable sends my blood thrilling through my veins, and has this way of making my smile and laugh like nothing else can, and I know that it's the right moment, that I should make a move....
I can't. I stand still. I'm afraid. I'd rather stand there in silence and hope upon hope that *he'll* make the move, than to ask, and add another rejection to the long list of guys that have said, "Thanks, but no thanks."
Luckily, last night a big hairy scary bisexual man kickstarted my survival instincts and I grabbed the man and took him. Just like in the Conan the Destroyer movie.
Grace Jones would be so proud ^_^.
I read the nicest passage from Through the Looking Glass. The Alice books have rather captured my imagination, and I'm doing some art based on the stories. They'll be on heavy card, so they'll be for sale. Anyway, the passage:
"Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.' And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves all in green and dance about - whenever the wind blows - oh that's very pretty!" cried Alice, dropping the ball of worsted to clap her hands. "And I do so wish it was true! I'm sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown."
It's such a gorgeous passage that. I really love Alice, she's a darling girl. So bizarre, such a wild imagination. I love it, I wish I had a kid like that. I'd marvel in her day in and day out and watch her play for always. I thought, "What would a girl like that grow up like?" I'm thinking she would be a pretty bizarre woman. And probably would have a hard time fitting in in the 19th century. She'd be a fruitcake, I'm thinking. Either that or a writer ^_^.
I was lying on the floor on a mattress, reading. Xena was snoozing on the couch, looking as adorable as usual. I drank orange juice, nibbled on biscuits, watched the odd bit of television, but mostly slept on and off because of cramps and hangovers. In quiet moments, when my brain wasn't busy with this or that, I'd think to yesterday, and what I was up to. Of sitting on the couch and giggling with Adam. My heart warms, and I smile. Like every other time I've ever had interest in a boy that was seemingly reciprocated, I wondered what on earth I was doing. I always feel afraid. Part of me doesn't want to be afraid this time. I'm tired of being afraid, and in a way, I'm tired of being unsure. I think it was the first time yesterday that I had as much fun talking to a boy as kissing him.
You know... when I look to a guy that for some reason indescribable sends my blood thrilling through my veins, and has this way of making my smile and laugh like nothing else can, and I know that it's the right moment, that I should make a move....
I can't. I stand still. I'm afraid. I'd rather stand there in silence and hope upon hope that *he'll* make the move, than to ask, and add another rejection to the long list of guys that have said, "Thanks, but no thanks."
Luckily, last night a big hairy scary bisexual man kickstarted my survival instincts and I grabbed the man and took him. Just like in the Conan the Destroyer movie.
Grace Jones would be so proud ^_^.
