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oh. what all do i have to say? hm.

-your hair was long when first we met by jjtaylor. remus/sirius. just... brilliant. as per her usual. oh, and also, it will rip your heart out and feed it to you. or maybe that was just me.

-i have now watched all of s4 angel. i liked the last episode. i wish i had the brain power to write the essay on everything that is so fucking wrong with this season. not wrong in a story-arc kind of way, because that's actually good. if you don't mind all that they destroy in order to get you there. ( disorganized thoughts )

-i baked pumpkin muffins this morning. the house smells sooooo good. mmm.

-i want more longnottom!

-if i don't make a list of things to do, i'm am going to go insane. my brain is too murky right now. i don't like it. meh.

countertenor

i made a list of 16 things i had to do today and i've done 7 of them. that's not nothing. but it's not great either. and now i'm about to go git me some tai chi and then there will be lost (i believe my vcr issue is resolved) and probably baseball. maybe with claire. so, i don't see much of anything else useful happening today. ::glares at the nine remaining items::

REC: don't be shallow by hackthis. longnottom. (yes, i'm the only one calling it that and yes, i think it's hilarious). for this rec, i have a haiku:

theodore nott is
clever. he knows what he wants.
what he wants. neville.

which says nothing about the outstanding quality of the fic except it's the only time i've ever written a rec in haiku. so... there.

there was something else... oh. well, this isn't it but... i went to the seminar on 17th (right?) century song (aka 'continuo class') with anney yesterday. it was fun, a little slow. and the weirdo woman, k, who is also in our choir called anney and me 'filthy swine' in a jealous little snit. very weird. but. there is a countertenor in the class. i have seen countertenors before in performance. they tend to be bald and bearded and wee. this guy, not so much. more with the young and fit and attractive and surprisingly blue eyes. um, and then he sang. nnnguh. i have never been so drooly over a man singing in a perfect alto. well, not many men sing such a perfect alto. it was gorgeous. and i was so all over the delicious gender-bendiness of the situation. mmhmm.

i'm not entirely sure when i started making every situation about the pretty people around me... i say as i head off to tai chi with my pretty teacher. hm.