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Post by Elindë on Jun 15, 2011 22:59:36 GMT 7
I've finally found the trick with using lipgloss! Take that, cosmetic product that I didn't like much up till now!
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Post by Elindë on Jun 15, 2011 23:03:12 GMT 7
I've finally figured out a plausible theory of why Thranduil and Oropher aren't mentioned at all in The Silmarillion even though Elrond and Elros are given fleeting references. Am I going to tell those people who haven't heard my exstatic squees yet? Nope.  |
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Post by Elindë on Jun 19, 2011 23:05:59 GMT 7
'Turn your music down, it'll hurt your ears.'
So will playing Floyd so loudly through the computer's speakers that the whole house shakes when I scream at you to turn it down. -.-
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Post by Elindë on Jun 21, 2011 3:42:19 GMT 7
I'm begining to realise just how many questions about the States I ask my dad... and how naive those questions make me sound.
What's Georgia like?
Is it true that in Atlanta people phoned you up because they wanted to hear your accent?
Do you think that'll happen if/when we go in Autumn?
How can it be so hot that you don't want to go outside?
What are the forests in S Carolina like?
And in New England?
Where is New England anyway?
Do they really build houses out of clapboard? They look so cute.
How can open spaces be so vast?
How can a single state be so big?
How is it possible for you to drive and drive for hours and not see a single living thing?
Was the 'Wild West' ever really like that? O.o
What's California like?
Are the hills in San Fran really that steep?
And finally: We really really will go somewhere in the States one day, won't we? Only you've been pronising that for years and I've still never beenXD
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Post by Elindë on Jun 22, 2011 1:29:04 GMT 7
As far as writing is concerned, a shadowy, mysterious, -coughs-xenophobic-coughs- muse is fine but as soon as other muses are involved it's hard to role play. So can I please have a bouncy, cheerful 'muse' just to RP with? No? Okay. -sighs-
(Actually I couldn't bring myself to have a second permanent muse. No word of a lie.)
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Post by Elindë on Jun 22, 2011 22:39:28 GMT 7
So my brain gives me a fortnight of feeling okay before plunging me back into the 'everything's pointless, I'm worthless, no one gives a shit' mindset. Thanks, brain, thanks a lot.
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Post by Rae on Jun 23, 2011 14:39:05 GMT 7
You're not worthless! D: *cares about Eli*
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Post by Elindë on Jun 24, 2011 0:28:21 GMT 7
/hug Thanks, Rae and Basil. -sighs- I know those thoughts aren't true but that doesn't stop me thinking them. Still at least I know they're false; that's helpful, right? >.<
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Post by Elindë on Jun 24, 2011 1:18:34 GMT 7
To have a dear friend who will occasionally listen to a recital of woes, in exchange for services in kind, is a blessing. To require this regularly, or to impose it upon those who have not volunteered for such tedious duty, is the sin of adding to the total of unhappiness on earth.
- Miss Manners
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Post by willow on Jun 24, 2011 2:01:21 GMT 7
knowing they're false is definitely a step in the right direction my darling... -sigh- and there was me starting to thunk you were getting happier again :/ -hugs lots-
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Post by Rae on Jun 24, 2011 5:46:24 GMT 7
You're welcome.  I agree with Willow. It's always a good thing to know our fears are false. -hug- |
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Post by Basil on Jun 24, 2011 17:02:20 GMT 7
^^ Welcome. It is the first step. -glomp- =P Stopping might be hard, but with practice you can side step them once you recognize them again.
*scuttles off before a muse of hers can see what she wrote and refute her*
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Post by Elindë on Jun 26, 2011 2:53:47 GMT 7
Thanks, guys. -hug-
And at risk of getting more sympathy >.<
I'm such a hypocrite sometimes. I calmly, well calmly-ish, tell someone to say what they think while bottling things up. Some of the bottles have been there for years; they're slowly molding into the shelves.
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Post by Elindë on Jun 26, 2011 19:56:02 GMT 7
This, boys and girls, is a good illustration of why you shouldn't let your online name share any first letters with your real name.
Me realising I have yet to put my name on my new Ethics book. My writing my name on my exercise books requires mucho di concentration. Here's why:
'E' uh huh
'l' correct letter again
'i' so far, so good
'n' .... bugger! Zed, you fool! Your name isn't Elinabeth! >.<
Mind you the upshot is that I can ask people to call me Eli at uni without it looking too weird. -is getting kinda bored of Lizzie and is beginning to call herself Eli in rl anyway-
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Post by Elindë on Jun 28, 2011 3:49:42 GMT 7
It's quater to 10 in the evening and I'm too warm in short shorts and a strappy top even though the openable windows of the study are both wide open. What gives?
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