The Day That Was Tuesday

I made my first real "enemy" today. He's a radio talk show host and he doesn't know that I exist, nor that he is my enemy. Today he was talking with people for at least 45 minutes on how he can't believe Catholics can believe what they believe and still hold their heads up.

Pfffft.

What I was thinking, as I turned my rock-hard music up very high (Superchic[k] isn't exactly rock hard, but if you turn it up loud enough it's very satisfying when you're angry) and read The Queen of Attolia and STILL heard that man talking and talking and talking and swearing and talking, was "I'm going to pray for you, pal, and there's nothing you can do about it! Ha! Ha!"

I never heard what his name was, so I decided to name him Rob Tirsch after the "evil prince" in The Shadow of the Bear (I must have been feeling particularly disgusted with Rob at the time. I can't remember what I was thinking, though); he would be my enemy, and I was going to pray for him. But then I realized that I would be praying for him...for revenge. Which kills the entire point. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around that...

Anyhow. A lady with a beautiful little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes almost left her daughter's shoes behind in the parking lot of Baja Fresh. I tapped frantically on her window and held up the shoes. When she opened the door, took the shoes, and thanked me, it occurred to me that I had perhaps tapped too frantically, and I said, "Sorry." I don't know what I'm thinking sometimes.

Still

I'm still here, still sick, still reading that Dorothy Sayers mystery that I just can't seem to get into. But none of that is very interesting.

A while ago I got a funny error message on LibraryThing. I wish I could remember it properly! It was something along the lines of "Error: Elephant sized server problem. Hide the peanuts and try again later." LibraryThing has a good sense of humour.

Today I was reading the guidelines for the book analysis I have to write on A Christmas Carol. I was going to write it for Cyrano De Bergerac, but as soon as I found out that A Christmas Carol was a choice, I picked that instead. It's not that I didn't like Cyrano; I think I would have liked it very much if I didn't know I was supposed to be taking notes on it. I'll finish reading it someday. Anyhow, about the guidelines: There's a 5 paragraph essay on the morality of the main character - that almost made me wish I had picked Cyrano, but Scrooge will be interesting to write about, too. Then there's a 1 paragraph on the theme of the story.

I'm really excited! Is that strange? Especially about the morality essay... It makes me want to write essays and character analyses for ... Waking Rose! The Thief! Little Women! But I know I don't have the time right now. Phooey.

"Pr'nce Casfian"

Today I told my 3-year-old brother the story of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader - a very abbreviated version, with a lot of interuptions. He loves princes, knights, capes, swords, et cetera. When I got to the part about Reepicheep and his sword I asked if he wanted to see a picture. He said yes. "And a picture of Pr'nce Casfian TOO!" I said yes, of course, him too.

He sat on my lap looking at the new(ish) poster for Prince Caspian. He asked about a thousand questions, "Who's that? Is that Reepicheep? What's he holding? What's Pr'nce Caspian holding? Why does he look like that?" Finally, he said,

"I wish I was Prince Caspian."

Awww. :D Then he went on to talk about how he wanted to have hair like his, and a sword like his when he got older.

Then he asked my mom to read PC to him. *chuckles* I'm starting him off early. ;)

I'm sick. Sick, sick, sick. It is most unpleasant.

Little Women, the musical

**Little Women WHO ENDS UP WITH WHO spoilers**


So... my sisters and I saw Little Women, the musical last night.

It was very good.

But I have a few minor quibbles:

The beginning was very confusing; the play started with Jo complaining to Professor Bhaer over a rejection letter. He walks off stage and she starts singing. A chair is pushed onto the stage, the rest of the March girls sit around it, Jo sits down in the chair, and I guess the whole thing switches to flashback, then switches back to the present in the second act.

They didn't show any of Amy's time in Europe. Mr. Lawrence mentions that Laurie met up with her and Florence, then later she comes home grown up, lovely, severely overusing the word 'dear', and engaged to Laurie. They made Amy and Laurie out to be the ridiculous couple. While they were singing their cutsie little song about how they came to be engaged, Laurie was sneaking Jo these "Hahaha, look at me now!" looks. It was funny, but annoying.

The songs were just average. The lyrics were pretty forgettable, and I didn't like the way they hardly ever rhymed.

And that's all for the complaints.

The characters: Mr. Lawrence was more cranky than he is in the book but it worked, and Aunt March wasn't cranky enough, just snobby and annoying. Laurie was very funny, Amy was rather selfish, Jo was passionate and Beth had the sweetest voice, being Beth. The cast was really good, and they had a funny script.

I admit I was very glad that the play ended happily, with a few laughs, because I was very much afraid that I was going to come out of the theater with red eyes.

I almost did anyways, because there's something so amazing about listening to the screaming and cheering of people around you who probably never read the book, but appreciated the story, the characters, and the actors all the same. Everyone knew who to scream for, too. Hehe.

February Colds and Sore Throats

(I am going to pretend to be a hypochondriac for one blogpost.)

The agonies I was compelled to endure last night are simply unbelievable - simply unbelievable! My eyes were so dreadfully heavy, and even when I closed them quite tightly they would not be relieved. And my throat! It had a tickle in it. I drank quarts of water, swallowed convulsively, and cleared my throat, but it also would not be relieved.

I coughed and sneezed for much of the night, but did my sister hear? No. She slept soundly and peacefully, the discomfort I was experiencing was completely foreign to her.

I am reading Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell. I had planned on reading over 200 pages this weekend, but I am not certain that I will feel well enough. After I am done with that, I have a large number of other library books that need to be read before three weeks is up. Oh! I feel quite weak at the mere thought!

Tomorrow night my sisters and I will be going to the theatre to see Little Women, the musical. It sounds interesting, I dare say, but I do hope that none of the actors will point to something behind the audience, as if there were something there! I nearly always turn in my seat to see what they are looking at, and when I discover that there is nothing there, my nerves are considerably shaken, and I feel most disagreeably embarassed. I also fear that we will not get back till after 11, and that will not be good for my health. No, not at all.

(Note: I did not cough for most of last night, but I have been getting a tickle in my throat, and I've been slightly stuffy. My sister is sort of sick, though, so these ailments are not foreign to her. ;) Ah, that was kind of fun. Though I don't really believe that all hypochondriacs talk like they just stepped out of a Jane Austen novel.)

Advice And Other Things

Some advice...

Never murder your rich relation in the hopes of inheriting his/her fortune. You'll be found out eventually, and you won't get the money anyway. Anyone contemplating murdering their rich aunt should read at least 10 Agatha Christie novels, and they'll realize what an incredibly stupid undertaking it would be.

Yes... I thought you'd all find this very helpful.

NarniaWeb got updated. I like it... sort of. It will take me quite a while to get used to it... Gosh, I was just starting to get used to the other changes. ;)

I have recently discovered there are not three quarters in this school year, as I thought, but four. Why didn't I think of that?

The Seven Sleepers - Ranting and Personality Types

I used to be crazy about The Seven Sleepers series by Gilbert Morris. Now that I'm re-reading them, I'm thinking - "What was I thinking?"

The first book wasn't so bad, but after that they all got extremely unoriginal. I'm always recognizing things from The Chronicles of Narnia and Lord of the Rings. (Especially in The Lost Chronicles!) Here's how most of the books go:

Josh: *says something that makes Sarah blush*
Goel: Go here.
Troubled People: We have heard of Goel. We have heard of the prophecy. We have heard of the Sleepers. And there is a traitor among us.
"The Dark Lord:" Kill the Sleepers. Kill the Sleepers. Kill the Sleepers. If you fail, I'll kill you.
The Sleepers save everyone and don't get killed.
Josh: *says something that makes Sarah blush*
One of the Sleepers: Come on, let's go see what Goel has in store for us next!
The End.

Gaauuraaugh!

Besides the lame plots:

Abbey is sometimes spelled "Abbey" and sometimes "Abbie." She has dark hair in the first book and blonde hair in all the rest.

Sarah's eyes are usually brown, but in the fifth book they're blue. Yes, both are lovely, but please just make up your mind.

We even have a rhyming prophecy. Hehe.

But for some unexplainable reason my sister and I find them immensely entertaining. No - looking back on this post, I see that it's not so unexplainable! *grin*

Anyhow...onto my favorite part. Personality types for the Sleepers. These are just my opinions and my sister's, of course.

Josh Adams - ISFJ, Phlegmatic-Melancholy
Sarah Collingwood - ESFJ, Phlegmatic-Sanguine (Extraverts can be a little shy...)
Jake Garfield - INTP, Choleric-Melancholy
Dave Cooper - xSTP, Melancholy-Choleric (maybe...)
"Reb" Jackson - ESTP, Choleric-Sanguine
Abigail Roberts - ESFP, Choleric-Sanguine
"Wash" Jones - ISFP, Phlegmatic-Sanguine

Or something like that. :) I figure we're close enough.

Here I Am

Well... here I am.

Since Alyosha was the first person who suggested I ought to get a blog, this post is sort of dedicated to her. ;)

I don't feel I ought to start right off on the "interesting" stuff, so I'll just finish up this post and post What's Coming Next (a bit of ranting about The Seven Sleepers series by Gilbert Morris) presently.

One more thing: I hate HTML. A lot. I need my sister to help me figure out how to get a link on here...and...a lot of other stuff.

Delaney