Notice of my imminent relocation

So, as I rather dislike this username, and I've been wanting to change for ages, I'm giving up on this LJ and moving to a new one.

I am now officially, tartancravat, if you want to read my posts that's what you should be reading. So floop and giant pies and marshmallows and cheese!

So, I recently embarked on the very exhausting task of making a mood theme of all the tv shows, movies, and miniseries I'm obsessed with. Took ages.

For movies: Pride and Prejudice (2005), Pirates of the Carribean (Black Pearl), Count of Monte Cristo, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter (PoA and GoF), Tristan and Isolde, King Arthur.
Miniseries: Wives and Daughters, North and South
TV: Gilmore Girls, 24, Alias, Monarch of the Glen, House of Eliott, Monty Python (I guess this is a movie too, I've got Holy Grail pictures in there too).

There's lots of costume stuff in there, but the one with the most pictures is Gilmore Girls. Second most is MotG, and the Pride and Prejudice. I suppose at some point I'll have to update this with pictures from new things, but this is good for now. :)
Here's the whole thing: http://www.livejournal.com/moodlist.bml?moodtheme=209522&ownerid=2231155

I've just realised there's no pictures of Roger from Wives and Daughters. That shall certainly have to be remedied. *note to self*

So, it's been bloody hot out all weekend, and we've all been melting. Yesterday we went to Vashon, went swimming there, twas lovely, not much else  to say about it. Today we went to the Camlann Medieval Faire, which is jolly fun. It's basically a little medieval village, with actual medievalish buildings, a little medieval restaurant, cider press, etc. There was a tournament, with fencing (not very historical, but entertaining), jousting, etc, people talking in silly medievalish speech (which rubs off really quickly, by the way), and silliness. Lots of booths of stuff, armour, stuff to buy (we didn't buy anything), singing, a silly magician, somebody doing illumated manuscripts. All the food was medieval. I had a pasty, which was really rather good, and about the only thing there I would actually consider eating. Mostly sausage and cheese and bread. We didn't stay all that long, as everybody got hungry and no one wanted the medieval food. Went off to the U District, had pizza, went to the bookstore, went to Greenlake and swam (loffly and cool), came home. La di da. Pie.

Varvara is crazy. She called at like 11 o'clock at night, after everybody was already in bed, just to make sure we were coming to whatever activity was happening the next day, and didn't think it at all late. I've had to talk to Varvara like 6 days out of the lat eight. Good grief, she's exhausting.

I love Fremont. And touristy stuff. I get to do all the touristy stuff I don't usually get to do, because Camille's here and she's, well, a tourist. But I particularly love Fremont. We went to see the troll under the bridge and the sunday market, and all the little antique malls and vintage clothes shops.  I bought a magnetic bracelet which is a very jolly sort of purpley/colour changey, and can also be used as an anklet, necklace, headband, etc. And a top hat. Well, sort of. It's like a short sort of top hat, and it looks like it belongs to the mad hatter. But it actuall fits me, unlike my bowler. So, huzzah for hats! I tried on lots of silly flower queen mum-type hats.

Zoo yesterday. Took lots of jolly pictures of animals. I loff my camera. When I decide to not be lazy and upload the pictures I shall post them. Along with assorted other pictures of late. 4th of July, end of school, etc. Ice Caves at Granite falls Friday. We were supposed to leave at 1, and get back at 4. Actually, we left around 1:30, and got back three hours late. We got home after 7. Varvara's planning skills are really not the greatest. And we were only actually there for like an hour and a half. Really not sure how we managed that. We were supposed to all meet at the Jack in the Box in the U-district, which is the most random place ever. We were using their parking lot, and the angry Jack in the Box guy came out and told us he was going to give us $65 tickets if we didn't move or buy a good lot of crappy food (not that he said that). Heh.

Thursday was Pirates of the Carribean. [vaguely spoilerish] I liked the first one better. This one ended funny, nothing was resolved, and it made me kinda sad. I love the fishy dudes. Ah well. I bet I'll get to like it better once I've seen it again. [/spoilerishness]

Wednesday me and Cydo and Xandi and Ian wandered about downtown. Nothing really especially remarkable. Bought Pride and Prejudice (ze book), because I've been wanting it for ages.

Tuesday canoeing. Very amusing. Silly Axel (French dude) pushed over somebody else's canoe. They got rather wet. Monday paddle-boats on Greenlake. Crazy people went swimming. Including Varvara, which is a very scary thought.

Long post. But then, I don't post often, so they ought to be long. I should post more often.

Echoing Xandi in saying that I really don't believe it's summer. That could be because I missed the last real week of school, and because there weren't really any big end of school things like there usually are. I mean, we did end of school stuff, the beach, etc., we haven't done anything all week, but there were no big things like we used to do in middle school. Ah well, tis to be expected. I find it unbelievably frightening that I'm now 1/4 of the way through high school. I'm a sophomore.  I graduate high school in three years. I know I'm a weird teenager for this, but I really don't wanna grow up. I wanna be a kid forever.

Beach was fun. Party type thingie was fun. I have a great fondness for relatives. Even if they aren't my relatives. They always seem to have great stories.

Got my credit thingie for this semester. 3.05 credits. And three last semester, so that's a credit more than I have to have for this year. Woohoo. Pie. I'm sure I have lots more to post, but I can't think what it is.

I'm still so completely tired. It's not the having had a horribly busy week any more though, it's the end of the year, I really want it to be summer now sort of tired. By spring I'm generally completely sick of school. It always happens. I want it to be summer so I don't have to think about school or homework or anything like that all the time. And I miss you all, the Piggie friends as they've come to be known to nova people. We must have lots of jolly little tea parties this summer. And I still want to go fly a kite. And kidnap everybody and go to vashon. And lie around watching goofy movies with Ian. And pie, I want blackberry pie.
Heh. My ode to summer.

God, I'm exhausted. I got up this morning went into the kitchen, and said to my mum, "Wow, we look hungover, don't we." And then I went back to bed and slept for another hour.

So, the play is officially over. Over and done with and I don't have a 1:00 class on tues/thurs for the rest of the year. Woohoo! I feel like I haven't been home since last sunday. Monday was play from 11:00 to 5:00, Tuesday from 9:00 (am) to 10:00 (pm), Wednesday from 12:00 to 10:00, Thursday from 5:30 to 10:30. Thus, I'm completely dead. The play went off quite well, really. Couple of mess-ups. Couple of really funny bits. There's one scene where Taylor (playing Phil), goes off on some rant about something or other, and at one point he shouts "Bollocks!" and right as he said it the second night of the play, his voice cracked and went really squeaky on the second syllable. Absolutely hilarious. We teased him about  it for ages, laughing whenever he went by and so on. 


I'm sleepy. I need a nap. Good thing it's bedtime.

I made pumpkin pie today. Mostly to help the horror of having to be at school tomorrow, on memorial day, at 10:30 in the morning. Which means of course that I have to leave at 9:30, and have to get up at 8:30. I woke up at 10:30 today. Besides, pumpkin pie is a bit of an inside joke now.

Folklife yesterday. Quite jolly. Didn't buy anything, but all the clothes are always bloody expensive, and I really didn't see much jewellery. Dunno what else I would've bought. Got rather damp running in the fountain, and then rather woodchippy being dumped in the woodchips at the playground in Fremont. Took several pictures, hope they turn out. I ought to go on a photo kick for the end of the year. I often seem to do that. Wish I had a digital camera, then I could see them right away. I don't even remember what's on the last roll of film that I just used up.

I can't believed that in three and a half weeks I'll be a fourth of the way through high school. That's bloody terrifying, I say.

Ian wanted to read my writing, so I'm going through all my ancient poetry, which I now realise is quite awful. I'm glad I've mostly chucked rhyme. I really ought to write more of it. This summer. I hate not having all the time in the world. And so much I'm meaning to do this summer. I know it won't get done. It never does. But some of it, maybe. Maybe I'll stop being such a lazy bumpkin. I like being lazy, I just don't like feeling so useless. Stupid conundrum.

Mmm. Pie. I should do some homework eventually, shouldn't I? Don't want to. I'd rather sit around watching movies.

Weird mood. Today feels like some random day in the middle of space, or sort of like a Sunday. It feels like I was at school forever, this morning's disappeared.  And it seems like I didn't really do much all day. We did pretty much get down the scene shifts, so that's good. The posters ought to be done this weekend. I can stop thinking about that. Then I can move on to thinking about the nova farm research paper and the Joan of Arc essay and the math project. At least the math project can wait til after the play. The research paper can't, but I should have time to do that.

I can't stop working on stuff, or doing stuff. If I don't do anything I start freaking out, and I really don't feel like freaking out. I need a nap. And food, I'm hungry. We were complaining about the hunger all the way home. I wanna watch tv. Doom.

Blubber.
Icons. My brain hurts.

It's boiling hot out today. Simply bowling. I'm melting. Like Frosty. Only I wasn't cold to begin with.

I'm now even more obsessed with House of Eliott. I've been making ribbon flowers. Yes, ribbon flowers. But it's even harder to find pictures of that than of 24. Blah. Someone ought to screencap it. Doom. Pie. I hate homework.

Nothing much else to post.

I've recently discovered a loffly new tv show. Well, technically my mum discovered it and became obsessed with it first, but as I am the queen about obsessing over things, I'm probably obsessing about it more. Considering I googled it and ordered a book version from the library. The House of Eliott. Lots of fun. Dress-designers in '20s England, which is great fun and makes me want to design clothes. Plus, it's sufficiently romantic comedyish (or just romantic), and everyone knows I'm a hopeless romantic. I'm becoming increasingly obsessed with their little hats and headdressy bits. Hence the ribbon round my head.
Hmm. I'm sick. Well, sort of. I woke up, was fine for about five minutes, and then had multiple pokey sticks in my stomach, was nearly ill, and then it got better and I watched the previously explained tv show all day. I'm sure I didn't miss much at school. Somehow, whenever I'm sick I never miss anything of great import. Skill of mine, apparently.
I'm on a bit of a dress-designing kick. Courtesy of House of Eliott, but the play has put me in a mood for empire waists, so I was thinking of empire waist, and then sort of drapey slightly see-throughy stuff on the sleeves and round the neck. And then some kind of '20s-ish headdress, because I'm quite fond of those. Very fancle. Must learn to sew, there is another sewing machine in the basement. This summer I really ought to make my mum teach me.
Mmm. I feel useless. Ah well. I don't mind, today.

Currently putting new songs on my mp3 player. I really wish it had more space, I have to delete all but my favourite songs to fit stuff. Why is it that it seems like you have way more music when you stick it all together than when it's just on cds? Mind you, I have way more music than I used to.

I really hate homework. Really really hate it. Hmm. I should post my latest icons. 7 of them. Two 24, three Alias, two Gilmore girls. Take them if you like, credit them if you loff me. Don't hotlink. Now that's out of the way:


Why must 24 screencaps be so bloody difficult to find?

Anyhoo, exactly a week until my birfday. And I really don't want to do homework, but I ought to.

I've been meaning to post for ages. Need to get back into the habit. I read too much fanfiction. Anyhow, first off, since I didn't post yesterday,

'Appy Birfday, Greta dearie!

I had to be at school at 10 o'clock today, thus having to miss library. Nova farm work party, for people to make up missed classes. I was like the first person there. I planted royal burgundy bush beans and sweet peppers. Woohoo! We ordered pizza. Woohoo! Pizza est happy happy. Especially after gardening for three hours. My bum was very muddy from sitting in the dirt. I rather expected to hate having to garden for three hours, since none of my friends are in that class and weeding is not the most fun thing in the word, but it was fun. Helps that it was hot and sunny.

My birfday in eight days! Very exciting. Quite probably getting a cell phone, which is happyful. Ooh, that reminds me. Must email peoples. Hmm. Shall probably post more later.

Cabbage. So, it's break. Yep. Jolly fun. Lots of sleep. Kill homework. Too sleepy and useless for full sentences. Watching lots of TV.

I can't remember the last time I posted. Too lazy. I've been on an icon making kick lately. All Gilmore girls, except for a couple of them. Kidnap them if you like.


Teehee! Lots of fun. I have way too much time on my hands. Can't think of anything useful to post.

Wow, it's been ages since I've updated. I always mean to, but then I get distracted with other puterly stuff (usually fanfiction), and then I don't. I officially have no life. I've been squeeing madly for the last two days after seeing the rest of the Gilmore girls season trailer. It's incredibly squeeish. Despite the bad spoilers. I ranted on about my tv shows for ages yesterday and my mum finally told me I ought to get a life. Which is very very true. Watched the trailer about fifty billion times. Squeeeeeeeeeeee!

Lessee. Been sick. Missed Monday and Tuesday with a cough, and had it all weekend too. I have a thing for missing Mondays and Tuesdays. Heh. I dunno if I've posted since the last time I had a cold, which was like two weeks ago, and I missed that Monday and Tuesday as well. Oh wow, just realised I haven't posted since bridge week. That was ages ago. Anyhow, update on the new semester's classes then. French is the same as ever. Varvara is officially insane, just to let you know. Joan of Arc is fun. Lots of discussing dead people and crazy Christian martyrs and heresies and all that good stuff. And sex. St. Augustine. Always fun. Nova farm is all right, bit of a pain when it's cold out, but I've always been rather fond of gardening, and stuffs. Just not really my thing. Me being the books/history/languages person. It's the practical side of science. Which interests me less. Ah well. Play production is jolly fun. Must go on at length about it.

Soooo. An Experiment with an Air Pump. Basically, the story is that it's the last days of December in 1799 and 1999, so at the beginning of the new centuries. In Newcastle. Both times are set in the same house. In 1799 there is Fenwick, scientist and husband/father; Susannah, wife/mother/not at all scientific; Armstrong, scientist/physician who is a bit iffy on his ethics in regards to anatomy/dissection; Roget, as in the thesaurus, who's cool and also all scientist/physiciany; Maria, daughter, the shy one of the twins; Harriet, other daughter, who doesn't want to get married and wants to be a scientist; and Isobel, the Scottish maid who has a hunchback. In 1999 there is Ellen, Susannah's double but opposite (played by the same person), she's a geneticist; Tom, Fenwick's double, Susannah's older husband who's an ex-English lecturer and doesn't much like the idea of using pre-embryos in Ellen's research; Kate, kind of like Armstrong in the not minding the ethics too much, but less so, she wants Susannah to come work for her company; Phil, really funny dude who's looking at the house because they're selling it, he's a surveyor or something of the sort, believes in space ships and spontaneous combustion, and he gets to do a jolly fun Geordie accent. So basically what happens is that it's a lot of arguing between Susannah and Fenwick/Ellen and Tom, between Romanticism (Susannah/Tom) and Reason (Fenwick/Ellen). Also, Armstrong pretends to be in love with Isobel in order to at some point get to look at her hunchback, because he's weird and morbid and uberly scientific, and he wants to know why she's got a hump. Eventually she finds out he doesn't really love her and hangs herself, and in 1999, Tom finds a box of bones somewhere or other in the house, missing the upper back.

Just gave the whole story away, but probably none of you are going to see the play so it doesn't much matter. I'm dramaturge, meaning I make posters for the lobby informing viewers of the history behind the play and write program notes and inform the actors of the historical stuff. Tis fun. I'm making posters on the ethics of anatomy and genetics and on romanticism vs. enlightenment.

Lessee, reading oodles of books again. The King in the Window (Adam Gopnik I think, it's set in Paris and is making me want French pastries. Been on order from the library for agaes), A Distant Mirror (Barbara Tuchman, the history of the calamitous 14th century. Great word, calamitous. 600 pages, reading it for Joan of Arc. Sort of. It's interesting. On the chapter 'bout the plague. Woohoo!), In the Shadow of the Ark (Anne Provoost, only read the prologue so far, but it's about Noah's ark. Rather interesting.), The Telling Pool (David Clement-Davies, dude who wrote Firebringer. Only on like the first chapter. Dunno whether I'll finish it. Rather Arthurian, and I was feeling Arthurian.), The Great Tree of Avalon (T.A. Barron, whose books I absolutely loff, listening to it on tape. Sort of a sequel to the Lost Years of Merlin series, which is brilliant. Need to get to listening to the rest of it.), Paradise Lost (Milton, and not really reading this, but I sort of wanted to have a look at it. Dunno why.). And then, I have to amuse you all with terribly funny haikus. From Haiku U. (David Bader), From Aristotle to Zola, 100 Great Books in 17 Syllables. Basically, all the classics in haiku form. Silly haiku form. I shall proceed to quote.

The Canterbury Tales (Chaucer)
Pilgrimmes on spryng braecke--
roadde trippe! Whoe farrtted? Yiuw didde.
Noe, naught meae. Yaes, yiuw.

The Inferno (Dante)
Abandon all hope!
Looks like everyone's down here.
Omigod--the Pope!

Madame Bovary (Flaubert)
Poor foolish Emma,
ruined by romance novels.
Could haiku have helped?

Little Women (Louisa May Alcott)
Snow-drops hang like tears.
Shy, sweet, saintly Beth has died.
One down, three to go.

The Count of Monte Cristo (Dumas)
Gallant avenger.
Egg-dipped cheese sandwich. Thy name
is Monte Cristo.

Hamlet (guess who?)
"His mother wed his
dead murdered father's brother!"
Next Jerry Springer.

Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte)
Wild. Strange. A bit damp.
Heathcliff waits for Cathy's ghost.
Women. Always late.

Jane Eyre (Charlotte Bronte)
O woe! His mad wife--
in the attic! Had they but
lived together first.

Doctor Fausuts (Christopher Marlowe)
A scholar trades a
few fun years for endless Hell.
Math was not his field.

Heh. Sorry bout that. Those are my favourites. It's usually funnier if you've read it, or know the story, or have heard the silly things people always say if you ask them what it's about. Very silly.

Righto. Pie. Cheerio, off to eat dinner presently.

We signed up for classes today. Here's the new schedule:

9:15 - 10:15 French (same as last semester)
10:15 - 11:45 Joan of Arc (Medieval history and lit, woohoo! I'm so going to love this class. We're doing Beowulf. Woohoo! )
1:00 - 2:30 Mondays/Wednesdays - Nova Farm (Gardening. Should be reasonably fun. At least if the weather decides to be happy this spring.) Tuesdays/Thursdays - Play Production (We're doing An Experiment With An Air Pump. I have the script, but I haven't read it yet. All I know is that it has about 10 characters, and they have to have Northern English or Scottish accents. Which is going to be brilliantly fun. I'm not acting, but I'll probably do costumes, or look up historical stuff (part of the play is somewhere in history, not sure), or something like that. Woohoo.)
2:30 - 4:00 Mondays/Wednesdays - Math Lounge (I'm doing Functions here, which is the math class I'm supposed to be taking, only it's at the same time as French so I'm doing it as an independent.)

I love my classes. I love my school. I love pie. I love cheese. I love being useless. I love books. I love silliness. I love y'all. Woohoo for fun words like y'all.

I now really really want it to be May 16th. 96 days. Series 4 of MotG is coming out on dvd here. I'm so getting it for my birthday. When I found out yesterday I jumped around the kitchen/living room, galloped about, raced back and forth through the house, danced about, hugged and snogged the cat (thus rather freaking him out), and squeed a lot. The puter then promptly froze, and I had to turn it off by pushing the button. It's just like it.

I'm officially in love with bridge week. It's the week between semesters, if you didn't know, and I just spent the last four days doing absolutely nothing but sitting round the lounge with all the other people who hang out there, and playing all the card games we can think of. I also love riding the bus at like 1:30 or so in the afternoon on really wonderfully sunny days, because it reminds me of the summer, and makes me want to get off at random bus stops and wander about marveling at the lovely weather. I swear it looks like June. Playing quackdidlioso (that clapping game we used to play in like 4th grade), on the bus really does not work well. Just a tip.

I've been meaning to post something here in ages. I do too many different things on the puter at once, it's so distracting. I get to the update journal page and then don't post anything.

We only have one week of classes until midwinter break. While I love that we get a break in a week, it seems silly to only have a week of classes before a week of break. And we won't have horrid amounts of homework to get done during break. We might have some, but still. I mean, it's a good thing, but it might be better placed to be a time for doing all the homework. Though it seems like last semester we got a lot of work the first week. Maybe I just wasn't used to it yet. I'm very excited about all my new classes, though. Joan of Arc is destined to be absolutly brilliant, being about Beowulf, Vikings, Anglo-Saxons, Canterbury Tales, the Crusades, etc. One of my very favourite eras in history. And it's every day too, which is lovely. Play Production sounds like great fun too, especially since I don't have to act. And since it's historical, and we all know how I love history. Nova farm will prolly be fun. That was the block I was a bit iffy about choosing a class for, because none of the ones that I probably would really have automatically have chosen were there. It was mostly science, and I didn't really want to do more science this year, as I've already got a year's worth, but I'll get Occ. Ed. credit for Nova Farm, so that's good.

Class sign-ups are alternatively horridly hectic and really dull. The sign-ups are divided into four blocks for each of the four classes in a day, and you can't sign up for a class except during it's designated block (or later, I guess, if it isn't full). And of course it takes about a minute to actually do the signing up. So you rush to the next class you're signing up for, sit in line being bored for half an hour until you're technically allowed to sign up, hope you get in, sign up or put yourself on the wait list, and then rush to the next class and do it all over again. And you sometimes have to go to two classes in the same block, because of the Monday/Wednesday, Tuesday/Thursday thing. I was plotting the quickest way to get from one classroom to the other this morning, and I picked out my skirt based on which one is less difficult to get up stairs in, that you don't have to pick up or risk tripping over.

I'm reading so many books at once. I've been carrying round six books to school with me, and everyone thinks I'm completely mad. Lessee. The Tempest (I haven't actually started it yet, but I've been carrying it around with me in case I want to), Shakespeare's sonnets still, The Dubious Hills (Pamela Dean - I bought it last weekend, it's the other book by her that the library's lost, and I just happened to find it. Made me very very happy.), The Meaning of Everything (Simon Winchester, I think, it's about the history of the OED, mentions Tolkien fairly regularly. Jolly good writing, and rather amusing.), The Tolkien Reader (I dunno why I've never even looked at this before. I found this at Couth Buzzard when we were there last Sunday, had to buy it. I was looking for a good Beowulf but found this and The Tempest instead.), Heir Apparent (Vivian Van Velde, I think, may have spelled that wrong or gotten it wrong altogether, about a girl who gets stuck in a videogame type thing. Set in the future I guess, it's a bit odd, dunno if I'll finish it), and then various other things that I'm not really actively reading, but that I'll prolly get to eventually.

We saw King Kong last Friday, at like the last place in Seattle they were showing it, someplace downtown. Twas good, though it ended kind of funny. I liked it, I guess, but it hardly compares to LotR. There are always problems with Giant Monkey/Dinosaur movies. Andy Serkis being eaten by a giant disgusting worm thing was a bit disturbing. We went shopping with an old friend of my mum and her daughter Saturday. Bought a new scarf that looks like mithril, new earrings, and three books. The previously mentioned Dubious Hills, Irish Grammar, and Historical Linguistics. Twas a jolly good bookstore, tis a pity it's all the way in west Seattle. I love having long conversations about books. I should start a book club/committee at school. Twould be fancy.

This post is incredibly long. I'm putting in all the stuff I've been meaning to say for ages. I always do that. Not post for ages and then make a massive post all at once. I wanna go watch MotG now. I wish I had series two, I like that one better than 3, which I do have. Ah well. Pippip.

I'm completely insane, and very random. Got home from Amers's bday party a little after noon yesterday, watched Gilmore Girls for a couple hours, at lunch, and then had the utterly random urge to clean my room. So I cleaned the area under my bed, and organised a bunch of paper, and actually hung up all my skirts. It's very cosy down there. I shall no sit down there lots. Only I'm on the puter now to do my lab write-up for the cheese. And I actually don't want to be on the puter. So odd. But I want to be reading or writing or just generally curled up unber my bed all cosy.
It's my TWC three year anniversary today. Go me! I shall be Queen of Cheese.
I feel stupid. Eyva kept asking whether I didn't need my notebook to do the lab thingie, and I said I didn't, because I didn't think I did. But of course now that I'm writing it, I realise I don't remember everything that's supposed to be in it, and that paper is in the notebook. *thwacks self*

I won the science fair with my cheese!!!!!!

Or co-won, actually, I tied with Morgan and her oscillating reactions. Frankly I think I won because I had free samples of food, but oh well, that doesn't hardly make a difference, I still won. Apparently I'm the first freshman ever to win best of show, so I feel special. I'm now sitting here in my very sparkly not plastic tiara, and my medal is sitting on the piano. Woohoo. Everybody in chemistry hates me, which is lots of fun. We're very competitive. All bow before the queen of cheese.
Finally brought the dye poster home. That thing was from October. Hehe. I love having hardly any homework. It's like the best thing ever, and it hasn't happened pretty much all semester. Woohoo for Amers's birfday, woohoo for libraries and books. Woohoo for the Secret Country, woohoo for Shakespeare and having Hamlet wandering around your head. Woohoo for having Durin's Song horrendously stuck in your head, playing over and over and over. Woohoo for pie!