I feel all... blah.

School's started again and I have tons of homework to be done by tomorrow (which is Monday.) Not to mention I have to have my phone number in German memorised, and be able to list all of the numbers from 0 to 12 when asked. This would be easy, really, except that I can't fucking talk because I've lost my voice.

Anyway. We're reading Lord of the Rings in English, which is pretty damn cool. I'm up to page 63 and Frodo still hasn't left the Shire, yet, which I find amazing. It's filling me up with all sorts of glee because, by the end of the book, I'll be one of those elite people hanging around dirty street corners with cigarettes hanging between their fingertips, bitching about how the LotR movies totally ruined the books.

Er, maybe not.

I already do that about the Harry Potter movies, anyway, and that's good enough for me. Of course, I'm talking about it moderately... even the horror of Emmione isn't enough to send me fleeing to a street corner with a cigarette packet in my hands. Nothing will make me touch those packets. It's sort of like shock advertising, I think: they can't ban cigarettes - or won't, probaby there are quite a few smokers in the Government higher positions - but they sure as hell can put gruesome photos on the packets. And they do, and it's gross, and yeah.

That made no sense.

Anyway, it's almost midday and I'm going to my dad's soon. Since I generally don't go on the computer much over there, I'm taking my homework and LotR and hoping like hell that, by 6 pm, I'll be able to kick back and pretend to read while really watching So You Think You Can Dance Australia over the top of my book. (I don't care what anyone says, that show is nifty. Or at least spotting the people that I know is nifty. Same difference, really.)

Reg out. I need to go find a box of tissues.

I went to my friend's birthday party last night. It was great. She was freaking out by the time it was half-way through because no one was listening to her, but in the end everyone had a great time.

We spent the last hour lying on her bed. Three guys, four girls (excluding the birthday girl, who was on the floor) just piled on top of each other. I had someone's thighs resting in my lap, my friend was sitting between my knees and I had half of my body on top of the guy next to me. It was chaos. Also, my friend was flirting with her ex the entire night.

I stayed the night with the friend who was flirting with her ex, had an argument with her other ex-boyfriend via txt messaging, while ex-who-she-was-flirting-with confessed his love to her... via txt. All the while we were just lazing around and I was doing everyone's eye make-up to make us look trashy. It worked.

We woke up this morning at almost 9 o'clock. We were going to leave by 10. I had to be dropped back at my place, which I should have thought was strange to begin with. I didn't. I had eaten lollies for breakfast -- nothing is strange after that.

One thing: my grandma had a heart attack yesterday morning. I... I feel really horrible when I say that I didn't feel anything. I don't know. Maybe I'm numb. In a sick, perverse way, I think I'm sort of glad. She's had it really rough this past year, and I'm glad that it's over. That she can't be in any more pain. But I feel so wrong because I'm not crying and I'm not particularly sad, either, I'm just... numb.

So she recovered from that. Then I went to party, got dropped home, walked inside and my sister told me that my grandma had passed away over-night.

And when I think that I was probably being a dickhead and having a fun time when she died... I don't know. I just.

Fuck.

I'm getting my braces off in eight weeks! YES!! :D

*smooches orthodontist*

Ugh. I think I've just found a new fandom - but along with Little Miss Sunshine and the History Boys, it's the sort of fandom that I'm afraid to touch lest I shatter my vision of the movie. And oh my god, Dead Poets Society is gorgeous. Truly madly deeply, and no, I'm not going to apologise for making a shameless Savage Garden reference. Neil/Todd OTP, man. Beautiful.

So DPS has put me in the mood to read A Midsummer Night's Dream, and, to my utter joy, I have it! We're reading it in class this year, can you believe? My only problem is that I don't have much patience when it comes to Shakespeare. I've got a mind that isn't incredibly modern when it comes to some things, but I'm not so anachronistic (patient, creative, etc.) that I can read Shakespeare as fluently as I can read, say, Poe. Or Milne - and no, I'm not about to apologise for talking about A. A. Milne, either.




Up next: Victoire, Dominique and Louis. When: who knows? I'm currently side-tracked by attempting to find good Neil/Todd. It's out there, I know it, I just need to find it first...

Now I'm moving onto a new family (and subsequently any people that get pulled into it) -- the Weasleys! Er. Granger-Weasleys, because I honestly cannot imagine Hermione letting the kids go by without at least some remnant of her maiden name in there. They probably just refer to themselves as Weasleys, though.

First off, a lot of people seem to be under the impression that Rose and Albus will be all buddy-buddy, and will surely make up the next Trio with Scorpius tagging along. I ask you now: what the fuck is up with that? We DO NOT WANT these kids to be clones of their parents, guys, just like we don't want to be clones of our parents! They've probably grown up together, yes. And this is exactly why I believe that Rose and Albus, at the very least, do not get along. We'll get to Hugo later.

Last night I on the FA Park SCUSA thread for Lysander/Lily. It really helped me figure out a lot of stuff about their relationship.



Interesting revelations:

• after running away, Lily appeared on September 1st and avoided her family, who were waiting for her hopefully. Albus caught a glimpse of her, though, and told his parents. By that time, the train was already gone. Lily spent the next month trying to calm down her parents. Albus helped calm them down, which improved Lily and Albus's relationship a lot. James wouldn't talk to her.
• both of them were in Gryffindor
• Lorcan was James's best friend (but was a Hufflepuff), and Lysander was in James's dorm and was therefore friendly with him anyway
• they don't get married
• they don't have kids
• they have a cat called Fluffy (who probably is a bit evil because he hates his name - or at least that's Lily's excuse, but that's only because Fluffy likes to scratch up her arms during the night)
• Lily does the local paper run on a yellow bicycle. Lysander "paints"
• in front of the shack there is a beach; behind them a forest. There is a town a few miles down the road
• Lysander ditched Lorcan in his mid-twenties
• it's the cause of most arguments between the two

I think I'm truly one of the few people that actually like the Epilogue. Not for what J.K. did to the Trio, Ginny and Draco, though: Hermione and Ginny aren't baby-making machines, Draco and Astoria Who?, Harry and his inability to name his children after someone who isn't dead... there have been many complaints, and all were better articulated than any of mine have the potential to be. So I'll cut to the chase.

I love the kids. I know that quite a few people don't, because we aren't told anything about them and they're "bound to be clones of their parents", but they're not. At least not in my personal canon, which admittedly is a bit fucked up and whimsical. In my PC, everyone has some angsty little friendship-romance going on, and everyone smokes and has petty little arguments on the hood of a broken down, old car in a back alley or on top of cliff at sunset. This is just how I deal with canon, okay? I make the characters into people that I can, not relate to, but... people that are far from perfect. So fucking far, you wouldn't believe.

In any case, I love the kids. I've mentioned that already. But you want to know why?

I love them because they're blank slates. They're up to your imagination.