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Ages back Fahye gave me five words:
- curls
Uh. Well, I have them. I hated them for years. All I wanted in life was straight black hair, and what I had is a fuzzy golden halo. At some point in my teens I realised that actually, the rest of the world wants blonde curls (or did. This was before black dye and straighteners became commonplace); I don't have to do much to look after them, and people check me out simply on the basis of the hair.
When I got to Canberra, I looked at my hair and thought "hmm, it is not curly enough". Having money to actually pay for a decent hairdresser, I ended up with short springy curls and I love them. They've sort of grown out at the moment, but I do intend to get it cut again.
- Chaucer
I have not read very much Chaucer. The Book of the Duchess is the only poem I've read right through. It's a pretty cool poem. The Black Knight describes his lost love as fattish, and fleshy, but not greet therewith. HOW AWESOME IS THAT? Ok, not all that awesome, really, because it's in the middle of a fifteen-line dissection of her perfect body, piece by piece like a puzzle or an ornament, and it must've been just as difficult to remain fattish, and fleshy but not greet therewith as it is to be thin-but-not-skinny-and-with-appropriate-curvature these days. I wrote a pretty dull essay on Duchess, but I would sort of like to go back and write interesting gender theory about it instead.
- Narnia
Oh, Narnia. I have a love-hate relationship with Professor Lewis, but I do love Narnia. Saved my sanity last year, and POOTLE to my shrink for implying that fandom is a non-constructive way of dealing with stress.
- chocolate
OM NOM NOM
- bounce
I am sometimes bouncy? I like to think of myself as bouncy. I'm bouncy if you ask me about medieval poetry... :) But I to be bouncy like a big bright children's ball, not one of those crazy ones which go clattering off walls and things.
Let me know if you want some wordses :)
- curls
Uh. Well, I have them. I hated them for years. All I wanted in life was straight black hair, and what I had is a fuzzy golden halo. At some point in my teens I realised that actually, the rest of the world wants blonde curls (or did. This was before black dye and straighteners became commonplace); I don't have to do much to look after them, and people check me out simply on the basis of the hair.
When I got to Canberra, I looked at my hair and thought "hmm, it is not curly enough". Having money to actually pay for a decent hairdresser, I ended up with short springy curls and I love them. They've sort of grown out at the moment, but I do intend to get it cut again.
- Chaucer
I have not read very much Chaucer. The Book of the Duchess is the only poem I've read right through. It's a pretty cool poem. The Black Knight describes his lost love as fattish, and fleshy, but not greet therewith. HOW AWESOME IS THAT? Ok, not all that awesome, really, because it's in the middle of a fifteen-line dissection of her perfect body, piece by piece like a puzzle or an ornament, and it must've been just as difficult to remain fattish, and fleshy but not greet therewith as it is to be thin-but-not-skinny-and-with-appropriate-curvature these days. I wrote a pretty dull essay on Duchess, but I would sort of like to go back and write interesting gender theory about it instead.
- Narnia
Oh, Narnia. I have a love-hate relationship with Professor Lewis, but I do love Narnia. Saved my sanity last year, and POOTLE to my shrink for implying that fandom is a non-constructive way of dealing with stress.
- chocolate
OM NOM NOM
- bounce
I am sometimes bouncy? I like to think of myself as bouncy. I'm bouncy if you ask me about medieval poetry... :) But I to be bouncy like a big bright children's ball, not one of those crazy ones which go clattering off walls and things.
Let me know if you want some wordses :)