The Ever Attractive Mr Darcy

We've decided that 2005 movieverse Pride and Prejudice Mr Darcy was, in fact, Jane Austen's Regulus Black. He has all the haughty mannerisms of Severus Snape, but all the obvious attraction of Sirius Black. Who better to personify such characteristics than his very own Death Eater brother? The characters are not unalike, in many ways. Soon upon introduction they are both painted as villains, but later they are revealed in all their misunderstood goodness.

I've been listening to Bob Dylan, Janis Joplin, the Rolling Stones, the Animals, Simon and Garfunkel (sparingly) and the Cure lately. A motley crew, perhaps, but I revel in them immensely. It's gotten to the point where when I hear or read the phrase "The End" I no longer think of The Beatles; rather I hear instrumentals of the Doors' "The End." Elisa may be dismayed, but hey. I cannot help it.

I give a fuck about Oxford commas.

Night before commentary: I feel somewhat prepared, despite not having any real practice in. But the couple times I actually tried I got to eleven minutes before stopping, and that was only due to Ms Bickford's untimely interruption. Oh, bless her heart. It was so surreal seeing her today. Felt like a time out of time.

I've been so overworked with the one acts. I'm looking forward to next week, just because all of this will finally be over.

I have a surprise for my parents, if all works out. But I won't say more; my mother tends to creep. Mom. Stop creeping. You... creep.

Grey's Anatomy has stolen my heart. I blame Elisa. Then again, I thank her. But wait... Denny died. Goddammit. It's a blessing and a curse, loving this show.


I miss you, too.