I currently have this picture as my computer background.

Itreminds me of the Peter Pan ride at Disneyland makes me happy. Animated London tends to do that to me.
I was, however, thinking of changing it at some point for something Christmas-y, or Winchester-y or possibly both. This morning I was running around getting ready for work and Mom was at the computer.
Mom: I really like this background.
Me: Me too. I was thinking of changing it though.
Mom: WHY?
Me: Oh, you know, something Christmas-y.
Mom: It's Christmas-y. There's...fog.
Me: Hmmm...
Mom: Well, if you're going to change it, wait until till Christmas Eve.

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I was, however, thinking of changing it at some point for something Christmas-y, or Winchester-y or possibly both. This morning I was running around getting ready for work and Mom was at the computer.
Mom: I really like this background.
Me: Me too. I was thinking of changing it though.
Mom: WHY?
Me: Oh, you know, something Christmas-y.
Mom: It's Christmas-y. There's...fog.
Me: Hmmm...
Mom: Well, if you're going to change it, wait until till Christmas Eve.
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cheerful
- Mood:
calm
In 2009,
greenhoodloxley resolves to...
Spend more time with my cats.
Cut down on my daydreaming.
Find a better dracula.
Connect with my inner literature.
Put fifty questions a month into my savings account.
Take evening classes in house.
Cut down on my daydreaming.
Find a better dracula.
Connect with my inner literature.
Put fifty questions a month into my savings account.
Take evening classes in house.
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amused
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
greenhoodloxley sent to me...
Twelve unicorns drumming
Eleven castles piping
Ten doorways a-leaping
Nine books daydreaming
Eight werewolves a-traveling
Seven cats a-writing
Six outlaws a-reading
Five bra-a-a-adley james
Four traveling wilburys
Three british isles
Two medieval things
...and a supernatural in a serenity.
This is what I want for Christmas people. Especially the Bradley James. Actually, I'd be quite happy with one of him, please.
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cheerful
1. Odd and the Frost Giants - Neil Gaiman
2. Grave Secret - Charlaine Harris
3. Devilish - Maureen Johnson
4. Wishful Drinking - Carrie Fisher
5. Target - Kathleen Jeffrie Johnson
6. Ash - Malinda Lo
2. Grave Secret - Charlaine Harris
3. Devilish - Maureen Johnson
4. Wishful Drinking - Carrie Fisher
5. Target - Kathleen Jeffrie Johnson
6. Ash - Malinda Lo
- Mood:
cold
Eight Christmas gifts down.
Five left to go.
And it's only the first of December tomorrow. Woot.
Five left to go.
And it's only the first of December tomorrow. Woot.
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bouncy
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amused
There was a lord, a lord lived in the north country
He was a man of wealth and fame
He only had one child, a child but only one
And Lady Diamond was her name
She did not love a lord, she did not love a king
She loved a kitchen boy, and William was his name
And though he brought her joy, he also brought her shame
And he gave his heart to Lady Diamond.
"And his hair shines like gold," said Lady Diamond
"and his eyes like crystal stones," said Lady Diamond
"Bright as the silver moon" she said, "Bright as the sun that shines"
"Bright as the silver moon" she said, "Bright as the sun that shines"
on Lady Diamond
It was a winter's night the lord could get no rest
to Lady Diamond's room he came
He sat down on her bed just like a wondering ghost,
"Now Lady Diamond tell me plain."
"Do you love a lord", he said, "or do you love a king?"
"I love a kitchen boy, and William is his name.
And better I love that boy than all your well-bred men;
I have his heart", said Lady Diamond.
"Oh where are all my men," he said, "that I gave meat and fee
Go fetch the kitchen boy and bring him here to me."
They dragged him from the house and hung him on a tree,
And they gave his heart to Lady Diamond.
"And his hair shines like gold," said Lady Diamond
"And his eyes like crystal stones," said Lady Diamond
"Bright as the silver moon" she said, "Bright as the sun that shines"
"Bright as the silver moon" she said, "Bright as the sun that shines"
on Lady Diamond
He was a man of wealth and fame
He only had one child, a child but only one
And Lady Diamond was her name
She did not love a lord, she did not love a king
She loved a kitchen boy, and William was his name
And though he brought her joy, he also brought her shame
And he gave his heart to Lady Diamond.
"And his hair shines like gold," said Lady Diamond
"and his eyes like crystal stones," said Lady Diamond
"Bright as the silver moon" she said, "Bright as the sun that shines"
"Bright as the silver moon" she said, "Bright as the sun that shines"
on Lady Diamond
It was a winter's night the lord could get no rest
to Lady Diamond's room he came
He sat down on her bed just like a wondering ghost,
"Now Lady Diamond tell me plain."
"Do you love a lord", he said, "or do you love a king?"
"I love a kitchen boy, and William is his name.
And better I love that boy than all your well-bred men;
I have his heart", said Lady Diamond.
"Oh where are all my men," he said, "that I gave meat and fee
Go fetch the kitchen boy and bring him here to me."
They dragged him from the house and hung him on a tree,
And they gave his heart to Lady Diamond.
"And his hair shines like gold," said Lady Diamond
"And his eyes like crystal stones," said Lady Diamond
"Bright as the silver moon" she said, "Bright as the sun that shines"
"Bright as the silver moon" she said, "Bright as the sun that shines"
on Lady Diamond
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bouncy
Bone Mother
by Holly Black
The daughter is too bold
to be anything but
a cuckoo in the nest.
Good girls sit home
and sew in the dark.
They don't go seeking fire
in the witch's woods.
A rider, his horse
black as cooked blood
leads her to the house.
There, she learns to part
seed from stone,
sweet from spoilt,
fate from fortune.
The witch is old, ravenous,
fat belly and spindle thighs.
The moonlight glints off
the rusted iron of her teeth
like it glinted off
a mother's needles.
Fire that will never catch and burn.
At midday there is a rider,
his horse as red as meat.
As red as the strike of tinder
in a dry woods.
The stove gets hot fast.
The girl knows one way
to slake the witch's hunger.
There is another rider
that leads her back.
His horse is white
as fresh chopped bone.
The daughter's hands are cold
But her eyes are blazing
She has learned the making
Of her own fires.
by Holly Black
The daughter is too bold
to be anything but
a cuckoo in the nest.
Good girls sit home
and sew in the dark.
They don't go seeking fire
in the witch's woods.
A rider, his horse
black as cooked blood
leads her to the house.
There, she learns to part
seed from stone,
sweet from spoilt,
fate from fortune.
The witch is old, ravenous,
fat belly and spindle thighs.
The moonlight glints off
the rusted iron of her teeth
like it glinted off
a mother's needles.
Fire that will never catch and burn.
At midday there is a rider,
his horse as red as meat.
As red as the strike of tinder
in a dry woods.
The stove gets hot fast.
The girl knows one way
to slake the witch's hunger.
There is another rider
that leads her back.
His horse is white
as fresh chopped bone.
The daughter's hands are cold
But her eyes are blazing
She has learned the making
Of her own fires.
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devious
It's still dark outside. *wants to go back to bed* Nobody should be up this early.
At least there's coffee.
At least there's coffee.
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huh...what?
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excited
23190 / 50000
Oh, sleep, you sound so nice.
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meh. sleep. only human. sigh.

Oh I am on my way, I know I am, but times there were when I thought not
Bleeding half of my soul in bad company, I thank the moon I had the strength to stop
I'm not making love to anyone's wishes, only for the light I see
'Cause when I am dead and lowered in my grave, that's gonna be the only thing that's left of
me...
Random google pic is not mine, just what I feel like.
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contemplative
Last night I was telling Dad about the Supernatural episode.
Me: Oh, and Sam turned into a talking car, you know, like in 'Knight Rider.'
Dad: How do you know about 'Knight Rider'?
Me: Uh...Dad. I am a nerd. I spend a lot of time on the internet with other nerds. We share our knowledge.
Dad: Yeah....but, that was from a long time ago.*
Me: Duh. I was kinda raised on 'long time ago' stuff.
Dad: Yeah, but not generally 80's TV shows.**
Me: True, but I've gained knowledge since then. Also, Spike talks about it in Angel Season 5.
Dad: Hmmm.
*It was the 80's! If that is a long time ago, then I also come from that Long Ago Time.
** This is true. We were raised on old movies, and old tv shows. Avengers, Man From UNCLE, Bonanza, that sort of thing.
Me: Oh, and Sam turned into a talking car, you know, like in 'Knight Rider.'
Dad: How do you know about 'Knight Rider'?
Me: Uh...Dad. I am a nerd. I spend a lot of time on the internet with other nerds. We share our knowledge.
Dad: Yeah....but, that was from a long time ago.*
Me: Duh. I was kinda raised on 'long time ago' stuff.
Dad: Yeah, but not generally 80's TV shows.**
Me: True, but I've gained knowledge since then. Also, Spike talks about it in Angel Season 5.
Dad: Hmmm.
*It was the 80's! If that is a long time ago, then I also come from that Long Ago Time.
** This is true. We were raised on old movies, and old tv shows. Avengers, Man From UNCLE, Bonanza, that sort of thing.
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amused
I like the phrase “writing habit.” All writers start with a “writing habit,” which is admittedly pretty weird and antisocial, but is still better than an “arson habit” or a “loud whistling” habit. If you really want to write, you have to make it habitual—and NaNoWriMo can help you develop it.
And this bit makes me lol. So true.
So if you are doing NaNoWriMo while working another job or going to school . . . YOU ARE SET! You simply have to blow off about two hours of your other work every day and write! You will find this kind of finkery is a time-honored tradition amongst writers, who are by nature a sneaky, nocturnal group. You are joining the proud ranks of People Who Write When They Are Supposed To Be Doing Other Things (PWWWTASTBDOT).
From Maureen Johnson's blog over here...
Right. Now time to make tea, put books out and then write.
And this bit makes me lol. So true.
So if you are doing NaNoWriMo while working another job or going to school . . . YOU ARE SET! You simply have to blow off about two hours of your other work every day and write! You will find this kind of finkery is a time-honored tradition amongst writers, who are by nature a sneaky, nocturnal group. You are joining the proud ranks of People Who Write When They Are Supposed To Be Doing Other Things (PWWWTASTBDOT).
From Maureen Johnson's blog over here...
Right. Now time to make tea, put books out and then write.
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busy
1. Mason - Thomas Pendleton
2. Prom Dates From Hell - Rosemary Clement-Moore
3. Wild Orchid - Cameron Dokey
4. Cracked Up To Be - Courtney Summers
5. Hell Week - Rosemary Clement-Moore
6. The Summer of Naked Swim Parties - Jessica Anya
7. Highway to Hell - Rosemary Clement-Moore
2. Prom Dates From Hell - Rosemary Clement-Moore
3. Wild Orchid - Cameron Dokey
4. Cracked Up To Be - Courtney Summers
5. Hell Week - Rosemary Clement-Moore
6. The Summer of Naked Swim Parties - Jessica Anya
7. Highway to Hell - Rosemary Clement-Moore
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busy
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bouncy



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