So a few things.

My roommate and I (the one I share a room with, not the boys yet) have fallen into a really comfortable pattern lately, possibly because Thursday I freaked out about the mess and the rat, pulled the oven away from the wall, and spent two hours and as many brillo pads on the floor scrubbing away a tomato sauce stain left by the girl I replaced in the house nearly two months ago.  It was FOUL but I feel so much better now that it's gone.  When she came home she saw the oven and gasped that it looked brand new, and ever since we've been giggling and conspiring about getting the boys to clean up after themselves and all in all it's just been really pleasant.  She's invited me out a few times but made it clear that she understands my preference for staying in a quiet, comfortable, internet-enabled space.  It was so respectful.  I'm really pleased.

I'm still waiting on a job.  My dad finally sealed the deal on selling my old viola, so I got just enough money for rent and one of my student loans from that.  I have probably enough for another month left in my Target savings, but I'd really rather have an income.  I want to buy an electric rat trap so badly... and a lot of other things.  The amazing receptionist job said they hadn't made a decision yet and were postponing everything until "early next week", ie tomorrow or so.  I feel sure that I'm the best candidate given my dedication and persistence, but now I'm starting to worry that they might have decided not to fire the other girl at all.  I'm still sending out résumés, but my heart is with that position.

Lastly, I randomly decided to return to fanfiction!  There was one unfinished story that has been haunting me for four years, so my priority is to get the rest out.  I sat down with a notepad document and came up with a plot that's twice as much fun as the vague idea I had before, but is also going to get pretty... well, violent, graphic, and disturbing.  But if a story didn't have those things it wouldn't really be me writing it, now would it?  Sigh.  I'll try my best not to push it too much further than, say... Fanteeney Todd.  Remember that one?  I'm still proud of that ending.

Anyway, the story is here obviously, "Zwischen Abgrund und Schein", and it's going to take a new turn that I hadn't originally committed to.  I'm pretty pleased.  For anyone who wasn't around four years ago or who doesn't remember the story, the concept is that Marius is in a depression-like funk, Cosette is very pregnant, and they take in a stray homeless chick who shakes up their comfort zone.  There's also de Lotbinière, which was a shoutout to the Québec girls, the first internet friends I ever met in real life.  The new chapter is probably kinda shaky because there of that brief hiatus, but I feel like I'll bring it all into place soon.
Let's see.

1. The Merlin finale was perhaps the most perfect and beautiful finale ever and I've been listening to "You're the Voice" on repeat for about fifteen minutes at full volume.

2. The LM movie obviously wasn't a carbon copy of the musical or of the Book but for gods SAKE people it was one of the most accurate movie renditions ever and IT WAS ALSO THE MUSICAL *AND* THE GENERAL PUBLIC LIKES IT so anyone who wants to complain about it needs to expect me to roll my eyes HARD at your sorry ass.

3. The Hobbit was really good and I want to go back and see it in 3D because I missed PJ's cameo. So glad everyone else in the world loves Aidan Turner now. I read the book when I was a small child and don't remember a lot of specifics but if that dwarf dies I will be so so sad. As if losing Mitchell wasn't bad enough. NOBODY SPOIL ME.


4. oh yeah doctor who is still a show that's being made, almost forgot. I liked the Christmas special even though it didn't make much sense. Wish Clara wasn't flirting with the Doctor. We need more Donnas. But overall she was pretty great. Too much ableism from the Doctor directed at Strax, which made me uncomfortable, but the Vastra-Jenny-Strax team is great. Memory worm was unnecessarily gross. Why not just retcon people, Doc?
It has been quite some time since I made an entry that was, like, journal-y and not OMG THIS IS MY LIFE-y.  So while I'm sitting here with facebook open in another tab hoping Patrice Maktav looks down and sees my little avatar glowing and online-y and stuff amidst his three thousand facebook friends and then decides he wants to say something to me, I shall record some thoughts.

I was like thirty minutes late to class the other day, as usual, but it was particularly bad this time because we had an exam and I happened to walk in a few minutes after she collected it.  Pffft.  And then I was like, Well at least I'll learn SOMETHING in the remaining hour and a half.  Joke's on me, because then she passed out a passage from some French novel called less miserable or something and we had to read about some church guy giving candlesticks to some prison guy.  At least I wowed everyone by being able to rattle off the bishop's full name or whatever.

It got me thinking though and I totally had a revelation!  It might be a naw dip moment for the people who still play in the LM fandom, but I am slow and never picked up on this.

The scene where Montparnasse fails at robbing Valjean?  Is an echo of the scene where Valjean fails at robbing the bishop.  It goes down almost the exact same way with the old dude hiding a surprise (mega strength for one, mega power for the other in that he's actually a bishop and not a curé), the young guy getting preached at (Valjean got the better end of the stick in this regard), and then the would-be robber being given what it was he wanted to steal.  The difference?  After Valjean reflects, he becomes a super saint.  After Montparnasse reflects, he's like WHATEVS BRING ME ANOTHER HOOKER.

Anyway, I'm sure we could deeply analyse why the conversion worked for Valjean and not Montparnasse but I have a really short attention span.

When I am at the stage door, I can just GO OFF in French with the French fans.  Sure it's not perfect, but I can at least pretend to be confident.  Plus I've been posting a lot more on the MOR forum and since all the people who care about the MOR aspect of my life are French, I do most of my facebooking in French.  I first realised I had this power in Lille.  I don't remember transitioning from the awkward American who was ashamed to say a sentence into a MOR groupie whose Sorbonne professor told her "Vous avez bien maitrisé la langue!" even after she showed up to class forty-five minutes late for the third time that week.  In Bruxelles I didn't speak English all day (except twice on the train to Flo) and ever since I've found myself thinking in French here and there.  In fact, I have a class taught in English this semester, and for the midterm we had to do an essay, and TWICE I got pissed because there was a phrase I wanted to put in French and I couldn't figure out how to say it as gracefully in English.  I mean, it's been a full year since I had classes taught in English, so it just seems weird to do homework and essays and stuff in anything but French.  It's like English is the cheater language that you speak when you're being crude and lazy or something.

This is a weird thing.  Since Maktav stole me from Flo one week ago, I have been slowly returning to normalcy... or at least, the closest thing to normalcy that one could ever hope for from me.  I realised that I had been listening to the same twenty songs over and over for the past few months and I put all my other songs back in my iTunes--Cali, Take That, the PRC, Máté, The Ark, Repo... it was like some kind of beautiful family reunion!  Plus I no longer roll around my room being like FLOOOO DOESN'T LOVE YOOUUUUU HE'S GOING TO MOVE TO AMERICAAA WITH MEEEE or whatever was going on in my twisted brain.

I don't love Maktav in like a creepily gazing at pictures of him kind of way, but in a OMG SQUEE I WANT TO GIVE YOU A HUG kind of way.  I want to go to Cardiff with him and geek out in French and hear him pronounce "Raxicoricofallapatorious" with a French accent.  Or even "Harkness" actually.  Dang I gotta talk about this stuff to him to his face just to hear how he's saying it.  It will be SO CUTE.  I can't wait to give him that hat.

However as I rebound away from Flo I find myself being hard on him.  It's what happens when I come off an intense crush.  And then I feel bad, because it's not Flo's fault that I'm leaving him!  He was the same this past weekend as always!  He even admitted he loves me and he's smiling HUGELY in one of my Flotos.  It's just that I saw people whose behaviour was even more excellent and put Flo into a different perspective.  I mean, I understand that Flo doesn't think he could hang with me the way Maktav did because Flo would expect girls to jump all over him or something.  But the thing is, Mikele was hanging with the girls at the hotel door that night.  He just sort of chatted and showed off and everyone was delighted by him.  He did not get molested or harmed in any way.  In fact, he seemed to enjoy himself.  But we all know Flo would NEVER do something like this.  He's no fun.  I mean, okay fine he has personal boundaries and he's incredibly shy but like.  It is not good for me to pine over a human and convince myself that it might lead to ANYTHING more than his hand on my shoulder when we take a picture.

And with Maktav, I don't really want anything more than for him to be nice to me and to care about me.  And I mean CLEARLY that is already happening.  He is SO NICE and he's the one who started our first facebook chat and asked if I got home okay!  HE ASKED IF I GOT HOME OKAY.  I'm not just a slightly-paler face in a crowd of screaming fangirls to Maktav.  He knows my name, he talks to me on facebook, he helps me hand out dolls to the rest of the cast... it's like he needs love and I am basically a human bundle of obsessiveness that needs something to latch onto.  What a perfect fangirl/celebrity relationship!

Anyway I have lost my train of thought.

Can anyone help me think of a catchy and preferrably punny name for my future knitting enterprise?  I got nothing.
 I want to lock myself in a soundproof box and SCREAM REALLY LOUD.


Kelley and I are planning this epic trip at the end of my semester.  I awkwardly asked if she maybe wanted to perhaps possibly go down to Toulouse and see MOR that weekend and she was like UM YES I DO and then I started bashing random capslock phrases of glee out on my laptop.  And then after my LAST EVER weekend stalking the Mozartour (I actually teared up as I was looking at ticket prices) we're going to go to London to see that David Tennant/Catherine Tate Much Ado.  And then Kelley said "So do you want to see Les Mis in London?"

It will be the best week of my fangirl life.  Leaving the MOR cast behind will break my heart wide open, but we're going to stuff my two other fandoms right into the cracks to try to stem the blood flow.

I DON'T WANT MY MOR TIMES TO BE OVER.  I mean, they aren't yet.  BUT SOMEDAY THEY WILL BE.  And that someday will be May 30th.  Oh my God on high.


That should help.

Obviously this is all just in the planning stages right now.

Does anyone have any London advice for two people who will be going there for the first and probably only time?  Or... Toulouse advice?  Haha.
 Okay livejournal.

What is the deal?

I have gotten about a million anonymous spam comments on my entries in the past few days.  I really don't want to turn off anonymous commenting, because I like to think of my journal as a place where ANY Anglophone MOR fan can tell me how jealous they are of my life, regardless of livejournal membership, but it's getting ridic.

I did turn on the CAPTCHA thing for anonymous comments; hopefully that'll curb the madness for a while.

...I was about to use the segue "anyway, about my real life" but I stopped myself because what I was going to say was actually about MOR.  And then I remembered that MOR IS my real life.

Some strange deranged expression of what's in my heart... )

Oh I'm back, beeyotches.

And I will see the Troupe in Amnéville.
In a few short hours I am going to go find [ profile] misatheredpanda and we are going to make Paris a little bit cooler with our antics.

MOST IMPORTANTLY she got us front row centre balcony seats to see Mozart l'Opéra Rock tomorrow... ON OPENING NIGHT. :DD

Last time we were in Paris together (with [ profile] josiana , of course) we performed Les Mis almost in its entirety on the RER C and at Versailles (alarming a bunch of schoolchildren), managed to successfully create a potential Les Mis/Repo crossover (the mechanics of which I have completely forgotten), wondered what would inspire Montparnasse to wear a flower in his butthole, and found out what an opercule was.  Or did we?

SHORT STORY SHORTER I am super stoked.
Okay, so I got an email that said my Montparnasse wiki page had been deleted.  I did a little more investigative detecting, worried that my inactivity had somehow excluded me from the Les Mis fandom or something, and I found the thread on Abaissé that explained what happened.

I do not blame the newbie who started the thread, obviously. He/she had no idea that the people involved in the wiki are real people and were active very recently in the fandom.  I agree that some of the jokes in the wiki weren't my cup of tea--I especially fretted over all the Cosette/Courfeyrac and worried that some dummy would think that was canon somehow--but I enjoyed the overall joke and the sugar-high tone, thought the concept was hilarious overall: in short, l really rather like that silly little wiki.

I especially liked the Montparnasse page.  Which I spent a lot of time on.

So here's the point of this post's existence, guys: I am appalled.

The first person who was active when the wiki started should have posted in a way that acknowledged that the creators of the wiki are/were valued members of the fandom and are delightful, funny, energetic people who are really enjoyable to chat with, especially in jest.  Even reading that thread as someone who agrees that the wiki would be better if it were more factual, I am deeply offended by the way the wiki's creators were treated and talked about as though they were idiots or enemies or children.  A lot of people whom I ADORE jumped on that bandwagon and bashed those girls, and that's the main reason I'm so surprised.  I know it's an elitist, snobby fandom, but I thought we all still liked each other, at least a little bit.  We're all playing for the same team!  Some people have different ways of enjoying Les Mis than others, but nobody is "right"!  So knock it off!  

I am not directing this at just one person, by the way, so don't go thinking I'm actually mad at anyone in particular.  There's a whole group of people whose behaviour shocked me, but my lasting reaction is more surprise at the attitude on Abaissé and offence on behalf of the girls who were being insulted rather than any sort of grudge or anger.  Has the fandom always been this mean?  I know I've been away for a long time, but I don't really remember things being quite this elitist.

I just reread the thread to make sure I wasn't overreacting, and I'm not.  If anything, I'm more upset now.  I didn't have to log in to read that thread.  You guys were namecalling a group of fans (who are probably younger than you) on a public forum.  This is what cyber-bullying is.

I am so sorry to have to go all holier-than-thou on people I love, but this is ridiculous.

Long story short, I'm taking Abaissé off my Opera speed dial and strongly considering making my current hiatus more of a retirement.  I still think of Les Misérables as my favourite thing, and I hate to have to feel this way when I'm in Paris and could benefit from you guys' expertise so very much, but I don't want to be a part of an environment that would be so cruel in a public space.  

I don't know what to say to make this entry sound less condescending... if I could phrase this more delicately and tactfully, I would.
Les Mis, lifelong love, why am I ignoring you like this?  A mere train ride away and yet I don't deign to go visit you on your birthday when I know full well I will NEVER have such a chance again?

I'm going through some sort of... thing... right now where I can't stand any form of elitism or judgement, which is weird because the only way I decide someone is too judgemental for my taste is by judging them and where does it end??  But seriously.  I'm not currently active in any fandom at the moment.  It's weird.  But it's also the first time my real life has been so constantly interesting.  Right now my fandom is "wandering the streets of Paris." I think you'll agree that that's perfectly acceptable.

In other news, I may get tickets to a taping of Nevermind the Buzzcocks for, like, November 6th or something.  I put in a request for two just in case somebody wanted to join me at some point.  If these come through, that means I'm going to skip two days of class and take my British holiday that week in November...?  But I have to be back by Saturday afternoon for Mozart l'Opéra Rock!

GOD that would be a stellar week.

Except I just remembered [ profile] misatheredpanda was going to come visit me at some point.  Uhhhhh.

Oh, and for everyone who responded to my vacation plans post, a group of friends from grammar class are already working on planning a trip to Italy in December!  After that most everyone else is going back to America (or wherever) and I'll be stuck in Europe.  Gah what a terrible situation.  I plan to go all over the place.  I'mma get me one of them eurail passes.  And oh man, can you imagine seeing the Neuschwanstein Castle in the snow?
lesmisloony: (omg enjy)
 So, my bed stays up with the help of these stupid wooden slats.  In the past week, two of the four have fallen out, meaning my head was sagging pathetically at it took me half an hour to fall asleep last night (I eventually just turned around and put my feet on the downhill side).

Today I decided to correct the problem myself like a big girl, so I started hauling this heavy mattress off its frame.  There are two mattresses for some reason... I don't understand beds.

The top mattress was out of the way, and I went to lift the heavy bottom one...


All my Les Mis lego scenes broke!  The runaway cart one and AHFOL reprise one could maybe be fixed, but I had this intense barricade scene with all the proper Amis which took me hours to build (in high school, remember) and it busted wide open and scattered all across my floor and my pillows and the piles of junk that litter my room.


The first thing I saw of Paris was the interior of Charles de Gaulle airport, obviously, and I immediately could tell I was in a foreign country.  The moving sidewalks I always enjoy in any airport were present, but the one I had to board to go pick up my checked bag stretched on forever, going up and down little hills.  Then I got on another moving sidewalk that was encased in a little clear plastic tube and went at an incline that would have made more sense for an escalator.  I was already a little overwhelmed.  

The Journey to the Apartment and Fangirl Squee )

After the general squee died down, we went our separate ways and I slept in a bed for the first time since Tuesday night.  And let me tell you, it was a comfortable bed.
lesmisloony: (XD Shoujo Cosette)
This concept was born during a fangirl all-nighter at [ profile] 10littlebullets 's *incredible* Parisian apartment the night of June 6th (or, more accurately, the morning of June 7th).  Because we weren't ready to leave before the Metro closed, we decided to stay until it reopened.  When someone asked why a Harry Potter theme park was a better idea than a Les Mis theme park, a terrifying idea was spawned.  And we were so loud that someone yelled at us from across the street.

(I didn't want to shame you guys by linking your names to this, but know that this is a collective piece of work from a lot of brilliant, twisted minds.  All I really did was record it for posterity and future lulz.  And if you don't mind being associated with this project, tell me what I left out!  The conversation went on for ages and we were all half-dead.)

Entry Fee: Free with the donation of your hair and front teeth!

The Javert Ride: a log flume whose cars are all carved out in the shape of Javert, top hat and all, which you ride down a huge drop from a bridge into a river.  And no, it doesn't come back up.

The Coaster of Stalkery: two versions of this were proposed.  One involved three tracks representing Cosette, Marius, and Éponine, wherein three cars would be released from their stations at once and would all appear to be following each other.  The other had tracks for Valjean, Marius, and Courfeyrac, with the same basic concept except that the Courfeyrac car never left the station as it doesn't want to follow a car which seems to be following a car.

The Boat Ride: a scenic tour of the Parisian sewers as described by Hugo.  The poop, rats, and pickpockets are all real!

Child Care: an elephant with a hole torn between its front legs for easy access.  Once inside, your child will love fighting off rats and huddling beneath a bit of chickenwire for safety!

The Éponine Ride: a lazy river down the Seine.  If you have a functioning nose and have ever stood near the Seine, you're wincing right now.

Refreshment Cart: a pie stand, but watch out for Bamatabois!  He's been known to knock people down with his walking stick and steal a slice of their pie.

The Barricade Ride: the sort of rollercoaster where your feet dangle and the people below try to shoot water guns at you.  But instead of water guns, they're actual guns.

Enjolras Kissing Booth: if you can get past an enraged Grantaire and his broken-off bottle, you have the right to plant a kiss on those marble Adonis Apollo Sunshine lips.  Beware of the lethal lasers that will immediately blast from Enjolras's eyes and into your skull.  And Grantaire might just bury a bottle into your back before your head melts.

The Test of Strength: a coffin with only a few tiny air holes into which you will be placed and then partially buried.  If you can get out, you win a stuffed urchin!  If you can't get out, you suffocate.

Water Fountains: they will be positioned all over the park for the guests' convenience.  However, only about a fifth of them will actually produce water.  The rest will be Cholera Fountains.

Hugo's Ferris Wheel: Ride a model of the spinning corpse of Victor Hugo round and round his grave!

The Bishop's House: a nice place of rest, relaxation, and a full meal.  You can also get a good night's sleep if you don't mind sharing a small bed in the alcove with any other guests.  Stealing the silverware is advisable as it tends to lead to the best outcome somehow.

The Exit: If you've managed to make it this far, you're to be congratulated!  However, in order to leave the park you must choose between sitting through every known cinematic version of Les Misérables or a recording of the entire Book being read aloud.  With no breaks.  Bathroom breaks are punishable by death.
If you make it out of the park, you are allowed to choose: royalist or republican?  Royalists are then met by a waiting guillotine.  For republicans, there will be a firing squad.

And the whole park will be powered by orphans and patrolled by handsome, murderous pickpockets.
This is one of the most lucid dreams I've had, and by lucid I mean likely.  I should call up Stephen Moffat and tell him about it at once... except I'm a woman, so he'd probably say I was being needy and clingy and hang up.  

Les Mis, Harriet Jones, Nine, and Rose )


It was a pretty epic dream.

Anyway, in real life news, I'm moved out of my beloved dorm for the last time, and my floor is completely knee-deep in suitcases and grocery bags full of my stuff.  I'm a little shaken at having left my huge single room and my friends, but I won't be completely morose about it until it all really sets in in about another week.

Kelley, playing Fantine, has the lyrics to her first part written on her arm.  :D
("When he wounded me, they took me from the barricade...")

It cut off our final note, which, by the way, was actually genuinely amazingly harmonised.  Trust me on this.
I'm in such a good place (geographically and emotionally) that I basically never feel the need to complain about life to you guys.  And when something fandom-y happens I have a flesh and blood person to talk to, because three of my friends watch Doctor Who and one watches the Mighty Boosh and all those other quiz show type things... plus one of my rl friends knows musicals.  The only thing I can't squee over with my hallmates is Les Mis, but for that I have Abaissé.  So yeah, I don't have any need to angst about anything.  And when I'm happy I don't have that much to say on livejournal.

Okay... so here's a picture I drew of Captain Jack Harkness.

Well, I found these clips on youtube yesterday and they made me happy.

Docteur... je vous aime... )

And I had a dream that I met David Tennant and we were holding hands.  And then Kelley texted me from the next room and told me to ask him to get us tickets to see the series finale of Secret Diary of a Call Girl (which is a live show in my dream, I guess) so David Tennant started haggling with Billie Piper over whether there were any tickets left.  Then I decided to go to bed.  David Tennant joined me (in a decidedly cute but non-sexy way) and used my snuggie as a blanket.  Then he grinned at me all guiltily and said, "I think I peed the bed."  And it was true.  So I got up and started pulling the sheets of the bed to wash them, but David Tennant started complaining because he just wanted to go to sleep.  I said "You cannot sleep in your own filth, David Tennant!" but he said that it was three in the morning and it was time for bed.  I snapped, "You can travel in time!" and then my Dalek alarm clock woke me up.

I wanted to share that dream because it's hilarious and horrifying.  And because I now have a mental image of David Tennant, wrapped up in a Snuggie, grinning and saying "I think I peed the bed." My life has changed.

Also, just to clarify to the world.  When it comes to Doctor Who, series two is my favourite series.  But Nine is my favourite Doctor.  But Tennant is my favourite person.  I have so much love to distribute evenly to everyone but River Song.

Whoops, I was going to end the post there but now I'm still talking.

Being Human is getting more and more upsetting but also more and more addictive.  I'm glad Mitchell is being a normal vampire, but I'm also distressed that he's doing it out of anger and not for the lulz.  But thank GOODNESS he knows about the Purple-Face Beeyotch now.  Maybe he can hurry up and save Allons-y George and stat.  Also, the end of the last episode had that Miserere Mei that plays in the Les Mis video game when you go up to heaven to ask for Victor Hugo's help.  I know because I (shockingly) need a lot of help when I play that game.  And because my game used to freeze there a lot.  Still, it's a gorgeous song and I love it now.

By the way, for those of you who aren't Kelley, I'm calling Lucy a Purple-Face Beeyotch because she's also the actress from Shadow in the North whose obnoxiousness was responsible for a death that made Billie Piper sad.  And because she literally had a purple face in that movie.  And because whenever she's in a show she ruins everything.  She made Billie Piper sad and she made Mitchell evil and soon she's going to make George dead.  I can't even deal with the Purple-Face Beeyotch all up in my sexy vampire.

Also, we had a costume party this past weekend which was ridiculously fun.  I dressed up as Fantine.  Unfortunately, all of the pictures are unflattering and in going through them I was launched into a depression that lasted almost twelve hours, but I'm okay now.

Here is the picture that shows off the costume really well but also makes me look like a lardo.

But the pearls were in her mouth...? )

I guarantee that my chin isn't usually that... well, that.  I was doing my consumption cough into my bloodstained handkerchief.

Oh, and for the record, I made the cap and the stays I'm wearing here.  I'm proud of that.  The skirt is left over from high school, the shirt came from eBay, and the boa came from Hobby Lobby.  The handkerchief was from Hobby Lobby as well, and I smeared red food colouring all over it.

Okay, I think I'm done posting to livejournal now.

One-point-five months till Doctor Who comes back!
So, sometimes my life is all terrible and worthy of whinging, but not very often. It's much more likely that my life is like this:

I'm the one in the yellow spotted dress providing the main vocals along with my dear Katherine, who is at my side as she should be. Bonus points to anyone who can correctly count the number of people on this futon.

Also, stuff like this on facebook, which is a ridiculous time suck but I can't help it:

It's Petville, which is a terrible waste of time. Basically, you create a little pet character and then you put furniture in its house and drag that soap bar over it a few times a day to get points. I show you the picture only because I want you to see if you can guess what Kat's and my pets' names are. Give you a hint... mine's the one on the left with that random piece of hair on its cheek. And Kat's is emo. And they're bff.

So yeah, my life has gotten inane. But cheery again, so yay!

I've got my job back: my cinema reopened under new management and they know nothing about running the place, so I'm almost a consultant or something. I've been working since Thanksgiving and yesterday I finally got my first paycheck. I celebrated with delicious sushi and mango gelato. Oh man I love my life. Then came that futon experience that we caught on video. Last night I stayed up till 6am knitting and marathoning series two of Doctor Who with Tara, who is wonderful. I'm trying to finish this afghan for my parents for Christmas before I go home Wednesday, but I don't know if I have a chance at that. Meh.

Two more exams, both on Wednesday, and a take-home exam due by email Friday. One of my Wednesday exams is java. Oh dear God java. Do not take java or javascript classes unless you're just amazing at computer programming already, you guys. I went in thinking it was going to be, like, an advanced form of HTML. It isn't. It's math in disguise. D: The horrid thing is, I feel like I could really like it... but it just... moves too quickly? Or the class expects too much intelligence from me? Or something?

Oh! And I've started contemplating that fanfic again. The one I'm writing about how Éponine and "de Lotbinière" are boarding with Marius and Cosette. And I'm having trouble understanding the floor plan of Gillenormand's house. In various movies (2000 and '82) it looks ridiculously giant, but I swear I read in the Brick that it was a first-floor apartment. Really? But... I got the idea that there were stairs between Marius and Cosette's bedroom (formerly Gillenormand's bedroom, right?) and where ever it was Valjean was chilling when he decided to clear things up with Marius. And I know there was a room set aside for Valjean, wasn't there? Or was that just in the 2000 miniseries? Oh geez, has that movie supplanted canon somehow in my head? Not acceptable. Also, wasn't that a downstairs room of some sort where Valjean had to meet with Cosette post-wedding? And where do Nicolette and Basque go? I don't understand ANYTHING. Speaking of which, Nicolette is just the cook, right? And they tried to take Toussaint on as a housekeeper but it didn't work? So who cleans up after them?
On the twelfth day of Christmas, lesmisloony sent to me...
Twelve heroes drumming
Eleven eels piping
Ten Claquesous a-leaping
Nine Amadeus dancing
Eight vampires a-knitting
Seven books a-writing
Six musicals a-reading
Five fo-o-o-oreign languages
Four vampire chronicles
Three gay rights
Two Máté Kamarás
...and a slash in a Sendhil Ramamurthy.
Get your own Twelve Days:

I couldn't resist the last line. And the knitting vampires. And yet another opportunity for my Christ-miz icon.

I also like to point out to everyone that Gillenormand dressed as an Incroyable because that was the last period where he thought he was fashionable. If you want to fansquee, go reread the bits about Gillenormand, starting with "Ninety Years Old and All Thirty-Two Teeth" or whatever the chapter is. He crazy!
I can finally bust out my Christmas icon!

Still a bit all over the place lately, though those who know me in person might disagree. No fixed schedule yet for work ( :D ) so I'm still never sure until about an hour beforehand whether or not I'll have the afternoon free. Have to start knitting again: no way I'll finish presents for everyone as I've done in years past, but I'd like to at least finish the afghan for my parents. Good luck with that.

Getting used to the idea of having a chance to catch my breath. November was so full of so many assignments and NaNo and that one weekend where I worked thirty hours that the idea of relaxing makes me feel guilty inside.

But! I'm attempting to put away my homemade dolls and get Victor Hugo's back out, so to speak.

Check out these amazing fashionplates! I was looking for a reference for one of the pictures I was drawing from the epilogue of my NaNo, and I stumbled across these. I'm in love.
I might start doodling Cosette a lot more.

And I gotta get back to fanfiction, obviously. Arrrgh okay I'm off to work.

ETA: If it gives you any idea how weird I've been lately at pulling myself together and getting things done: Florent Mothe--yes, THAT Florent Mothe--sent me a message on myspace TWO WEEKS AGO asking me some questions and I still haven't answered. WTF why am I not doing that right now? I don't know. I need a Saturday.

Hey guys!

Nov. 17th, 2009 06:15 pm
Does anybody going to Barricade Day want to blow another 40-some Euro and brave a three to five hour train ride to Marseille to see Mozart l'Opéra Rock "en live" with Mikelangelo and Florent and the whole gang?
^ Serious information.

It's only going to be there three days, apparently... 11 June 2010 to 13 June 2010. Which is, like, a week after Barricade Day, actually. But before that there are some performances at Lyon or somesuch at the end of May and one performance in Nice ON JUNE FIFTH. Way to be a pain in my butt, Mozart l'Opéra Rock.

The thing is, it'll tour till the end of June and then just die. Or maybe, MAYBE, return to Paris for a bit. Which would be awesome if I study in Paris next year. I'll be all up in the mofo every weekend.

I decided today to apply to study in Paris and to apply for RA next year. If I don't get the RA position on my specific second-floor hall I shall go to Paris. There, say I. That will decide it. But then I called my mom and for some reason that didn't make her happy either. WAHHH Paris is too much money WAHHH RA'ing doesn't look as good on a resume as Paris WAHHHH you aren't in enough clubs nag nag nag nag nag. I was up all night looking at meteors. I'm too tired for her crap.

Anyway! Barricade Day. Would Mozart l'Opéra Rock be of interest to anyone else? It's, uh... near Toulon?

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