Except, uh, I'm not actually with the Elvish thing... -_-.

That's a very useful smiley, I've noticed.

Anyway. *Clears throat* DAMN YOU SONORA! *Sulk* First you make my anti-social-brat character SOCIABLE because there's an Irish boy in his house and he's latching on to the whole Gael thing, and now he's feeling sorry for being downright rude and evil to the American girl who can't even understand half of what they're saying, and is being... nice. He should be trying to impersonate Draco or something in sheer bitchiness. ARGH. YOU KILLED MY GOOD INTENTIONS.

And even WORSE, Sonora... THE IRISH BOY'S WRITER KNOWS IRISH WORDS FOR SOME THINGS. AND USES THEM. AS IN, FUCK YOU, I AM GOING TO BE FORCED TO LEARN GAELIC JUST TO BLOODY POST WHEN HE ACCIDENTALLY STARTS TALKING IN SCOTS GAELIC TO THE IRISH BOY. *SULKglowerglare*

Although the number of random phrases I know in Gaelic is growing! *Beams* Word for Highlands? Gaidhealtachd. WTF, no?

In conclusion... Sonora? I love you to death. More than words can say.

But you'll drive me insane (possibly with the happy).

Also... *Clears throat* More on this later, but I'll be out of town Thursday to Sunday.  I ought to locate internet somewhere, though. *Nervous...*

All this reminds me, though, LG, mi amiga. We need to play with Camus and Tyrone some time. Really. Library boys. Whee. (BTW, we just read The Fall by Albert Camus last month and I can't look at Camus's name without laughing.)

Also, I REALLY want one of my 'verses to see a supernova in their galaxy.

I remember there was a song I couldn't remember the name of when I quoted a line from it, and I knew the line was a line from SOMEWHERE. It was Everything You Want, although I accidentally misquoted it a little.

Carrot? IS MY LIFE. I love him. And aaaah, Vimes/Sybil FTW. OTP. Really. Aaaaah.  Vimes is my HERO.

But Carrot? Would get homesick for the mines and would apparently sit in the cellar and hit himself over the head with an axe handle. *FACEPALM* Seriously, that boy has to have brain damage from hitting his head on the roof so often and knocking himself out. I love him so freaking much. My sweet little kingy boy.

In other news? I'm going to kill myself sometime soon, I think.  Maybe next week, if things don't shape up.

Bye for now.