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Dec. 11th, 2011 12:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
helle Well, I have had this journal for however many years, switching from my 2003 first journal when I decided that ‘AineTassorosso’ was a bit of a mouthful to type on a daily basis. The diary-keeping I’ve done since then has been very sporadic, on paper and (particularly since my parents started fostering) in ungrammatical French. But maybe this time I will succeed in posting! I have meant to many many times before – I’ll start keeping a record of my time in France; I’ll start keeping a record of my time in Oxford – but the long entries filled with Interesting Thoughts that I’ve composed in my head have never yet made it onto paper.
So instead I am writing a post filled with Uninteresting Thoughts. Currently at home, watching Criminal Minds and eating quiche. (I don’t digest things easily at the best of times, and 11pm is definitely not the best of times. But it tastes so good!). I baked macaroons today, and did not do anything on my to-do list.
Sooo... I currently have gloriously pink hair, three quarters of a degree in English and French and a playlist of mixed alt rock, Celtic folk and Gilbert and Sullivan that I have just created. I am living at home for the holidays, with my parents and my 10-year old foster sister - I’ve been home for a week now since the end of term and things are going pretty well. I have lots and lots of TV to read, and lots of writing to do for my extended essay on Renee Vivien, who was an awesome English-French lesbian poet at the turn of the century who wrote lots of morbid love poetry and travelled the world and stuff. And I could continue talking about her for a ridiculous amount of time because she was generally awesome. I desperately wish that there was a fandom of fin-de-siecle lesbian poets, because I would totally be all over that, making fanmixes and manips and reading implausible fix-it fics where she didn't die of ill-health brought on by her anorexia and alcoholism at age 30 and got back together with Natalie Barney and was actually happy.
I have lost sensation in my feet. This probably means that it is time to turn off the computer, have an early night (It's only 1am!) and go conserve heat under multiple duvets. Ug.
So instead I am writing a post filled with Uninteresting Thoughts. Currently at home, watching Criminal Minds and eating quiche. (I don’t digest things easily at the best of times, and 11pm is definitely not the best of times. But it tastes so good!). I baked macaroons today, and did not do anything on my to-do list.
Sooo... I currently have gloriously pink hair, three quarters of a degree in English and French and a playlist of mixed alt rock, Celtic folk and Gilbert and Sullivan that I have just created. I am living at home for the holidays, with my parents and my 10-year old foster sister - I’ve been home for a week now since the end of term and things are going pretty well. I have lots and lots of TV to read, and lots of writing to do for my extended essay on Renee Vivien, who was an awesome English-French lesbian poet at the turn of the century who wrote lots of morbid love poetry and travelled the world and stuff. And I could continue talking about her for a ridiculous amount of time because she was generally awesome. I desperately wish that there was a fandom of fin-de-siecle lesbian poets, because I would totally be all over that, making fanmixes and manips and reading implausible fix-it fics where she didn't die of ill-health brought on by her anorexia and alcoholism at age 30 and got back together with Natalie Barney and was actually happy.
I have lost sensation in my feet. This probably means that it is time to turn off the computer, have an early night (It's only 1am!) and go conserve heat under multiple duvets. Ug.
