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_lore has a love meme. go to page 8 and add love to the names I left there and any others you see that you want to love on.

If you are angry or upset by events this week in the fandom... don't just be upset. Do something positive.

Make a donation or at least send well wishes to 4christina[dot]org

I understand that Christina is bed ridden at this point and I think her family needs all the love, help, and good vibes they can get.

Let at least one good thing come out of this horror. Plus this will add some good karma to this whole mess. And we all could use that I think.

I am thinking about posting in this dusty journal again. I sort of miss it. I feel uninhibited here. I could jump on a chair and take off all my clothes, jump down and roll around in chocolate and attack people. In the other journal? Not so much. My mother in law reads it sometimes.

Here, it is just me and some little birds. I can swear. I can vent. I can make mudpies and eat them. Over there? I don't know who I am?!

This is all a larger part of finding myself as a married woman. Who am I? Not exactly sure. I read that it is common for women to be a little lost, or feel a little lost during the start of their marriages. Because you aren't just you anymore. You are you and you are us.

I love my husband. I love being married. But I have moments of, "How did I get here?" and "Who am I?" and also "OMG! Eeek! I'm married." It doesn't last. I think it is part of the process of mourning my single self and the person I was before last August.

So anyway, on another topic. A time wasting topic.

steelcage_match needs you! Opponents (be they animal, mineral, or vegetable) pitted against each other in a steel cage! VOTE! VOTE!

I should be writing my thesis now and what an I doing? Pitting pointillism against cubism and watching the Food Network. Novel shmovel.

copperbadge asked for Snape/Tonks

I got a bit carried away and here is the first part. It takes place after the events in Half Blood Prince. There is no foul language, very little violence, and no smut. But it is still a bit on the dar side.

( Part I )

I'm in a weird netherworld. Half living out of boxes. We do have milk in the fridge but nothing else. (I refuse to count the squashy cucumber David will not throw away for some mysterious reason.)

So I am moving over to imaginarycircus more or less now. I want to cling here but I need to move on.

We were moving boxes until very late last night. We had awesome movers come and carry the heavy and bulky stuff up the 4.5 flights of stairs. Then we humped the rest of it up with the help of our landlord and his kids. They are the nciest people ever. We gave up on the books and David was going to put them in storage this morning. I hope he did. I have this irrational fear that he just left them on the side of the highway or something. 20 boxes of books is just too much to deal with right now. I think we plan to bring them home insmall batches on weekends. I miss them.

I woke up late this morning because I don't know where my alarm clock is. I don't know where our towels are. And David took the toothpaste back to Cambride with him. He has to work up there most of this month. I also gave all my cash to the movers as a tip last night. I missed the bus this morning and decided to walk instead of finding an ATM and calling a taxi. I missed most of the morning info sessions on craft classes. But I think I know which ones I'd prefer to sign up for anyway. I arrived on campus sweaty and sore, with lovely inner thigh chaffing because I walked in a dress and the humidity is 100%-it is sort of drizzling out but not really raining.

I need to go wander around now and see if I can set up interviews with professors about electives. I'm looking to take Greek or Math. I don't know if that is insane or not.

I had enough change to get chocolate doughnuts out of a vending machine, but I think I probably need to eat something more. I feel bizarre.

So I'm alone and without towels or toothpaste in a sea of boxes. Well, actually I'm at school in the library. I'm afraid to chat with any of my fellow students because I feel so freaked out and overtired right now. Plus I can't remember anyone's name. And everyone looks like an undergrad. Theya re so cute. Wandering around in tutus and crazy little outfits.

so, um, I've been married for 48 hours. And I have zero complaints. I still love David to pieces. He keeps banging his wedding ring against mine and saying, "Wonder Twin Powers activate! Form of a married couple." And I giggle everytime, because we are dorks.

I don't have any photos yet, but I shall. Ceremony was wonderful. I could not stop laughing and bouncing. Other people cried. I giggled. I'd even worn waterproof mascara in case I cried. (which I bought at the Sephora in Copley. I told the woman who sold it to me that I was afraid I'd look like Tammy Faye Baker if I didn't get waterproof mascara and then wept at my own wedding. She proceeded to tell me about the time Tammy Faye came into that Sephora and bought an assload of makeup.) But, nope. Not a tear did I shed, though I may have knocked my laugh lines further along on the road to being wrinkles!

We're on vacation this week in PTown, which is full of hawt gay men. hee!

I'm reading Lord Peter Wimsey mysteries in bed and eating salad.

We spent most of today at a fancy schmancy spa and had massages and mineral soaks and all sorts of cucumbers to place on our eyes. It was a very beige and tranquil spa. We'd never have done it if it hadn't been a gift. yay!

We just leased an apartment in Yonkers, and apparently Yonkers is the new Brooklyn. I wonder how people in Brooklyn feel about that. O_o


Also I just bought milk that expires after my wedding. HOLY CARP! (imagine a fish with nasty teeth and a halo.)

I'd like to say something more but my brain is reeling.

fandom is a big colorful playground
some people play carefully confined
never breaking rules, never playing
new games or exploring behind the walls
I feel sad for them, but if they are
happy and content I shouldn't presume.
When they accuse other people of
being delusional I wonder if they
realize how limited their own vision is?

Other people climb to the top of the
jungle gym just to see another view
to see what cannot be seen when
standing on the ground. And a few
brave souls climb up into the tops
of trees and hang upside down
just for a new perspective
on an old problem

It is impossible to be delusional
when there is neither right nor wrong
and the answers are only limited by
how high your imagination can climb.

Forget jungle gyms, and trees
turn your thoughts into photons
and bounce them off the cosmos
for inspiration. And if someone
calls you delusional, pity his
lack of vision and go back
to your game.