She Likes Coffee and I Like Tea

A thousand thanks to mosellegreen for sending me From Eroica with Love, a thousand times a thousand thanks!!!! It is positively amazing, I'm at file 6b, where Klaus and Dorian run into each other in Iran...XD! I'm floating on fangirling, brimming with squees of delight! I can't WAIT to poke you into writing that Eroica/J&W crossover now, it's going to be AWESOME! What are your plot bunnies for it so far?!

/mad fangirl inducing ravings

It's "Christmas in July" week at Camp, and seeing all the christmas trees and lights up at camp made me a LOT more excited then I thought it would. There's something really fun about singing obnoxious Christmas songs in July, something fresh about it. AND we're doing all Christmasy type skits for the show on friday, so I've got the various groups performing things like "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" and "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" and "Twas the Night before Christmas".


I FOOLISH gave into my baser desires and jumped in the pool after work, which only made my sinuses WORSE. Oh so worse, I'm back to Saturday crumminess. When will this blasted sickness be over!?!? *Shakes fist at germs*

I desperately need ONE good nights sleep, one with an insanely detailed and epic dream, those are always good nights. Two nights ago I dreamed the figs on my fig tree were ripe, and I woke up totally ready to run outside and eat figs. Sigh. No such luck. The tree is the biggest it's ever been*, and positively COVERED with figs just TAUNTING me with their unripeness. Luckily, the raspberries in the garden are riping, and I have been eating those.

My garden has mysteriously been highjacked by pumpkins. The pumpkin plants were even climbing on TOP of the raspberry bushes. It's the damnedest thing it really is. I think some shady character buried a pumpkin in my garden last fall in the dead of night, and that's why I can't move an inch in there without tripping over pumpkins. I'll graciously allow the blighters to continue on existing in MY garden, however, since I am not averse to the idea of having pumpkins for the fall.

However, the wineberries will fall under the mighty wrath of my clippers. Oh, how they will fall, damned resiliant NUISANCES!

How much of a geek do you have to be to completely halt a game of charades in order to explain to a camper the intricacies of playing D&D, and that is is NOT in fact a board game?


Camp is going well, and once again I have fallen into my camp time pattern of groping for things to do with the kids before they engulf me onstage. It is a CHORE getting kids with no desire to act or even really PARTICIPATE to play such fun theater games such as "Freeze" and "Superheroes" etc. You think they be get sick and tired of "Duck, Duck, animal!" and "Mafia" by now, but nothing seems to amuse them more. SIGH.

Luckily, we finally have a coffee maker in the kitchen now: I was three cups in before I could put my head down during Mafia without struggling to not fall asleep.

( In other news )

Been spending some time with Wyatt lately, got to admit I miss the old boy on occasion. It's nice when having someone working on the same wavelengths as me, regardless of our geekiness and sidekick-ity. Between bouts of watching Full Metal Alchemist (Holy shit, guys, there IS SUCH A THING AS GOOD ANIME OUTSIDE OF MIYAZAKI!! I SWEAR!) and playing video games and RPG'ing with Steve and Dan, we have some good laughs, including one discussion about drama on our respective LJ's. His is all soul searching, and mine isn't, but I explained to him that was cause I saved all the angst for my journal. I then mentioned my disgust at my journal, at how melodramatic it is and how I never mention anything really happy or exciting, only whatever shit goes down.

( As an example, I would like to present a short representation of a typical series of Antonella journal entries. (Artistic liberties have been taken.) )

One of these days, I just give up on journals all together, but for now, this is Nella, signing off!