From Elen Woderose of the Industrious Barony of Thescorre, come greetings unto all who enter here. [switching hats] Hi, I’m Mari, and I’ll be your blogger this evening. What can I start you off with?
Found: one early bullet journal. I’d just turned fifteen, we did Romeo and Juliet that year. Bullet journals hadn’t been invented yet, but this was very much in the spirit of that. Notes, writing, diary entries, all of that is in there. I wrote that Mulder was a jerk — conclusion I formed after he left and came back. I made playlists, mostly fannish, and these I’m going to take out and save because I want the music. 🙂 I had something of an obsession with gel pens, too. I remember now I’d get in trouble for handing in assignments written in pastels.
I drafted the silliest things; well, what do you expect? Fifteen! Hormonal! Romantic! I wrote diary entries about Being (Un)Popular and I really didn’t trust people who wanted to be nice to me, did I? And I trusted people who were nice to me conditionally. I see when I had specific dreams that resulted in some interesting writing, which survives in print form, not digital. I was just as much a slacker as ever, but I had my proud moments, like the time I wrote an essay in half an hour during study hall and got full marks on it.
(Won’t this make entertaining reading someday?)
Yes, little me. Yes, it rather does.
Having taken a look at what I think of the Renunciate Oath, I need to examine what the reprehensible Breen made of it and how a fan adapted it. These bookend the short story collection Free Amazons of Darkover, edited by Marion Zimmer Bradley and written by many of “the Friends of Darkover”.
You see my heart does bleed, and I am fragile.
My body is not wrong for modelling. It’s the designers who are wrong.
I wonder if there’s a man alive who’d take on such a frugal little wife?
Picture me doing as I do now: watching local channels and the most basic cable, enjoying so much of my television online — through YouTube and Netflix. What money would it save just to get a good Internet connection? No fancy channels, just what we’d get over a decent antenna in the old days? We got by fine on far less when I was a girl. Hundreds of channels now and nothing’s on! But here I am content with simpler fare.
Things I have done for my country today:
Saturday morning chez moi: even on such a momentous one, laundry calls. I want to wear my clothes.
What a week it’s been — not even a week, actually, because I know I blogged Saturday. Guess I’d better update y’all. TW for severe emetophobes.
There’s only so much you can say about partial hospitalization.
Literally. There is only so much you are allowed to talk about. Confidentiality is one of the key values. With that said, here is what my week has been so far.
I need to put this here. I need to tell you that it’s about anorexia, anxiety, and garb, and all the things that have gone with it for me, including a recent (but very itty bitty) relapse. If you don’t want to read about my literal navel-gazing, that’s fine, move ‘long. Love you.