I am, officially, the worst friend in the world. I have no idea what's going on with you fine people, nor do I anticipate catching up with y'all anytime soon. I'd apologize, but you've heard it before and know I'm not likely to change anytime in the near future. Actually, I'm seriously contemplating deleting this journal. My paid time expires in May, and I don't want to renew it, nor do I want to go down to six icons, so...
I know; nothing new there.
Keeping with the nothing new theme...
+ On a fanish note, I am still in the process of editing Decoding the Subtext. I know. The sad part is that I'm only on HOUND (about the halfway mark). I would say something about me sucking, but I think it's probably normal to hate the editing process. I'm also in the process of reviewing the BBC radio dramatizations, but I've been working on that for a while now too. Everything else seems to be on hold. Oddly, I'm quite okay with that.
+ On the reading front, I'd forgotten how utterly witty Oscar Wilde was. I just finished reading a collection of his lesser known short stories (oh, obscurity, thou art delightful) and, yeah; sort of fell in love there. So freaking funny. I'm now being brave and diving head first into Don Quixote (I know, not Victorian, but in this instance insanity trumps era --it's a kink). Still trucking along with The Bible. And, oddly, still enjoying it immensely.
+ On the health front, I just got back from having an abdominal ultrasound. It's a precautionary measure, to go along with all my other tests, but aside from being forced to go a morning without breakfast (don't worry, I've eaten since) I'm doing decidedly well. I did pull a neck muscle a few days ago, which I've since had to have massage therapy for, and I overdosed on a multivitamin, which did very bad things to me (note to self: stop listening to your doctor and listen only to your naturopath), but otherwise, smooth sailings on the health front. I swear, since September, I've added 5 years to my life. Awesome.
+ This is probably not of interest to anyone but me, but we're studying tribal style belly dance this term! Holy squee, people. I've actually seriously considered moving to San Francisco (the birthplace of Tribal) just to study it full time. The costumes, people! The costumes!
I think that's about it. I'm still writing letters, if sporadically. I'm trying to be very laisse faire about the whole thing, so my aim is quality above quantity. I am presently a little preoccupied by a) spring, b) family matters, and c) trip planning, so if I'm noticeably absent, that is why.
I know; nothing new there.
Keeping with the nothing new theme...
+ On a fanish note, I am still in the process of editing Decoding the Subtext. I know. The sad part is that I'm only on HOUND (about the halfway mark). I would say something about me sucking, but I think it's probably normal to hate the editing process. I'm also in the process of reviewing the BBC radio dramatizations, but I've been working on that for a while now too. Everything else seems to be on hold. Oddly, I'm quite okay with that.
+ On the reading front, I'd forgotten how utterly witty Oscar Wilde was. I just finished reading a collection of his lesser known short stories (oh, obscurity, thou art delightful) and, yeah; sort of fell in love there. So freaking funny. I'm now being brave and diving head first into Don Quixote (I know, not Victorian, but in this instance insanity trumps era --it's a kink). Still trucking along with The Bible. And, oddly, still enjoying it immensely.
+ On the health front, I just got back from having an abdominal ultrasound. It's a precautionary measure, to go along with all my other tests, but aside from being forced to go a morning without breakfast (don't worry, I've eaten since) I'm doing decidedly well. I did pull a neck muscle a few days ago, which I've since had to have massage therapy for, and I overdosed on a multivitamin, which did very bad things to me (note to self: stop listening to your doctor and listen only to your naturopath), but otherwise, smooth sailings on the health front. I swear, since September, I've added 5 years to my life. Awesome.
+ This is probably not of interest to anyone but me, but we're studying tribal style belly dance this term! Holy squee, people. I've actually seriously considered moving to San Francisco (the birthplace of Tribal) just to study it full time. The costumes, people! The costumes!
I think that's about it. I'm still writing letters, if sporadically. I'm trying to be very laisse faire about the whole thing, so my aim is quality above quantity. I am presently a little preoccupied by a) spring, b) family matters, and c) trip planning, so if I'm noticeably absent, that is why.
So the show went well. Kicked all kinds of ass and omg do I love doing this. I've never loved anything (not even slash) more than I love belly dancing. It's like... fuck, there are no words. Anyway. I'm tired. I stink like Static Guard. I'm hungry. And I'm still wearing 8 pounds of make-up. Needless to say, I'm going to go shower, eat and then go to bed. I'll post some more pics later, but until then I'll leave you with ( me, being all goddess like )
And yes, it goes without saying that I'm still behind on my flist.
And yes, it goes without saying that I'm still behind on my flist.