the Dalaverse

Oooh, lookit that, Dala touches her LJ again!

That was a bit dirty.

Anyway, I just got called up and told to come in to work an hour later, so I've got nothing to do. I don't know quite what to say about this holiday season, except that it's been good for the most part. There was the incident on Christmas day with my cousins, but other than that, a remarkably drama-free, angst-free holiday. I've been working and catching up with everybody I missed so terribly at school. Tina and Beth have already gone back, which is sadness, but spring break really isn't that far away.

The end of winter break seems very far away, though. I can't work up a fuss about it yet, even though I'll probably sob all the way back, and then be fine within a couple hours of unpacking. That's what I do.

I've got two lit classes this next semester, it's gonna be pretty brutal. I mean, I'm going to be an English major and all that, but I suppose I'm kind of starting a little early. It's depressing that I still haven't gotten math or science out of the way, but that was completely and totally NOT MY FAULT. The classes were full! Full, I tell you! Not my fault!

Going up to visit the roomie on Friday -- her birthday is Thursday, but I've got a cleaning that day so I can't go. Which reminds me that I really, really need to get her a Christmas/birthday gift. I'd kind of like to buy her the "I <3 Pirates" shirt from Hot Topic, but then we would match and that would be creepy. I'll have to come up with something else. Maybe some yarn for her crazy crocheting. I'm coming home again Saturday, because I don't want to go to their scary little church. It made me so damn uncomfortable last time, and I don't think I'll be able to hold back the eye-rolling this time -- especially if I catch the lesson on "sexual immorality" that I narrowly missed before. Plus, does anyone really need two and a half hours of church? That's just too much fricken church even for churchgoers, if you ask me, and way too much fricken church for my little agnostic self.

Vanessa has promised me a Johnny Depp-fest, though, which is unspeakably awesome. I'm hoping for "Chocolat" (so fucking sexy as an Irish guitar-playing gypsy, really), "Benny and Joon" (which I've never seen), and maybe "Sleepy Hollow" -- and perhaps yet another viewing of PotC. I must impart Meg's theory about the compass to her (Meg's theory: It points south. Yeah, I was like "huh?!" too), and generate some new "your mom" jokes. Also, my first look at "The Two Towers" extended edition, which will also be fun.

I love the PotC fandom, can I just say that? It's tiny and friendly and full of really good fic -- something I never would've guess if I'd limited myself to the ff.net page.

Been working on "For Want of a Nail" for the past day or so. I finished the drunkscene, and while I don't love it nearly as much as the fakesick scene and the nightswimming scene, or the betrayal, it does what I wanted it to do. I should really get to the scene that is actually chronologically next, but I'm not feeling strongly Norrington at the moment, and I need a really good handle of his voice to prevent him from becoming cartoonish.

I just thought of who Norrington reminds me of: first-season Giles. I'm not sure what it is about them, but they suddenly seem very similar.

I really need to get cracking on the two other WsIP too. It would be awesome if I could finish them before I have to go back to school, though I doubt that'll happen. And I wish I could find a context for the J/N snippets, because I love some of the dialogue, and I adore voyeur!Elizabeth.

Also wrote a semi-AU-sequel-thingy to "By Blood Undone." I have mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, I'm really pleased with "By Blood Undone" and I'm perfectly content to leave the story where it is, with its nonending. But on the other hand, I have this urgent need to fix things rather than leaving them dangling over the abyss. It's a complicated emotion. I don't know what I'm going to do with the short sequel-thing. I like some of it, but a lot of it is...ehhh.

*sigh*

Bored.

Also listening obsessively to the Indigo Girls again. Yay for that.

Almost forgot. Have a strong desire to write a Jackcentric songfic to "Everything In Its Own Time." I mean, really, the lyrics:

Remember everything I told you
Keep it in your heart like a stone
And when the winds have blown things round and back again
What was once your pain will be your home

All around the table the white haired men have gathered
Spilling their sons' blood like table wine
Remember everything I told you
Everything in its own time

The music whispers you in urgency
Hold fast to that languageless connection
A thread of known that was unknown and unseen seen
Dangling from inside the fifth direction

Boys around the table mapping out their strategies
Kings of mountains one day dust
A lesson learned, a loving God, and things in their own time
In nothing more do I trust

But we own nothing, nothing is ours
Not even love so fierce it burns like baby stars
But this poverty is our greatest gift
The weightlessness of us as things around begin to shift

Remember everything I told you
Keep it in your heart like a stone
And when the winds have blown things round and back again
What was once your pain will be your home
Everything in its own time
Everything in its own time

just capture me. I'm not sure I could handle young!Jack, but it's a thought. And I'd have a difficult time keeping it gen -- J/N would work well.

Gahh, too much to write already!