On my mind

[extemporally]

H'lo, all. I am sitting in Starbucks writing another university application essay right now -- or, oh no, I'm posting! -- and I'm listening to some Christmas carols. The last one ended with "what are you doing, what are you doing", which I am not sure is very Christmassy, but I enjoyed it anyway. Peace reigns on earth, for despite not being very productive I feel rather happy and contented right now. I would like some baked goods, but since I'm going to make those tomorrow anyway it shall be worth the wait. Brownies!

Suddenly I am looking forward to Christmas -- I haven't done my Christmas cards (brace yourselves for one in January, flist!), or bought any presents, or done much, but I feel quite happy. Yesterday my best friend came over and we watched the first three episodes of Life on Mars (Liz White, be mine), and looked at the job advertisements in the classifieds -- for the last couple of weeks there has been an ad that goes: "Japanese company requires 3 private detectives with own bicycle". Now what is up with that?? If it's still there in January my best friend and I, we'll go for it. Despite not having any detective experience at all. You need a hand-held camcorder too, I think.

Right now I would like to read fic about -- hmm, I wanted to say "boring adventures", but I don't think that quite covers it, incidents and adventures anecdotal in nature, the kind that becomes impossibly rambly with each recount and ends with the speaker breaking down in a kind of defeated "you had to be there, okay". Bicycles riding off into twilight, perhaps. Or the discovery of some unexpected artifact from the 70s, which must be returned to its original owner. I would also like to read a ficlet about Brendon cupping a fat bird, plump with feathers, very gently, in his outstretched palms. Or The Like staying in a guesthouse (a guesthouse, not a hotel, damnit) with flowery wallpaper that isn't hideous at all, or maybe a ballet AU. Things which are not beautiful and gritty, but beautiful anyway. I don't know if any of this makes sense, but I am feeling extremely self-indulgent today. I'll look at egelantier's reclist for drawn_to later tonight, maybe.

Right now I think I will type out the essay I just wrote by hand (I concentrate better when writing things out longhand), and edit it. If anyone would be willing to look at some of the essays I've written and help me out there, I would be most grateful.

Comments

[ashlein.livejournal.com]

I would read so much of Brendon as a ballet dancer.

Maybe he's in school as well so he has to manage his schoolwork with his classes, where he comes home to his shitty apartment at 10pm and all he wants to do is sleep so he can get up at 5am for his morning ballet class, where his hips burn from four hours of nothing but barre work, Rond de Jambe after Rond de Jambe trying to get his turn out perfect, how he has to spend an hour peeling blood soaked tape off his toes from where the blisters have exploded after hours of bouree's en pointe, how he has to soak his feet and study and not sleep, how every single part of his body aches, how he's exhausted but he wouldn't want it any other way.

Also I totally approve of the private detective job bb!

[extemporally.livejournal.com]

Argh, oh man, that would be awesome. I would like to read about Brendon going on a gay ballet crusade or something of the sort -- WHY can't he dance with a male dancer?! and so on. Also, balletic sufferings, yes. *g*

Oh man, I do not think it will ever materialise! But I like thinking of myself as a modern Nancy Drew anyway. :)