You're Pale Fire!
by Vladimir Nabokov
You're really into poetry and the interpretation thereof. Along the
road of life, you have had several identity crises which make it very unclear who you
are, let alone how to interpret poetry. You probably came from a foreign country, but
then again you seem foreign to everyone in ways unrelated to immigration. Most people
think you're quite funny, but maybe you're just sick. Talking to you ends up being much
like playing a round of the popular board game Clue.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
- Current Mood: complacent
And yuletart reveals! Check out the gorgeous Nathan/Peter art I got from the fabulous cathybites. My far less exciting contribution. There was so much pretty art! Very fun exchange.
Off to watch some Buffy before I pass out from weird sleepiness!
- Current Mood: tired
I'm starting to feel closer to being normal again. I'm not crying all the time and the antisocial fog that's been hovering around me is slowly clearing up. I think the key to dealing with any sort of loss is to just shut your mind down and focus on simple, meaningless nothings for a while, until you're ready to attempt functioning again.
- Current Mood: numb
- Current Mood: depressed
My Christmas Eve was pretty nice, an overall good time with the family (even if one of my asshole uncles did whip out a "don't eat too much!" comment, wonderful thing to say to folks with histories of eating disorders) followed by random driving and light-looking. Looking forward to tomorrow morning!
- Current Mood: pleased
Aaaaaaaaaaaaand ( Christmas baking...Collapse )
They don't look very exciting, but they do taste good. Baked a fruit cake, too, but it's been partially devoured. Feelin' the spirit!
- Current Mood: rushed