18 December 2006

Dear Emily- ma chère Emilie?It practically goes without saying that I miss you terribly already, but this weekend, with the high of the fall musical worn off, I felt a particular need to write. On the usual subjects- the weather, classes, you know- I have little to say aside from, "Too little snow and too many finals." Much more ( Read more... )

Once more I'm consumed by activities and I don't know how to condense my experiences here ( Read more... )

I can't decide whether to audition for the musical- but I think I might. Soccer is getting close to winding down. Amazingly, I have kept up with school rather well, and my SATs were satisfactory enough when I took them last spring before transferring that I don't see a reason to take them again. Best of luck to those of you taking them, however ( Read more... )

Once more I think I like the way that the Bard put it: I feel a cold and drowsy humor running through my veins. The thing is that "cold and drowsy" should be replaced by "thoughtless and wild." I don't know what I'm on today. Last time I checked, I don't have manic depression. But I am feeling the strangest moods come on. I could barely pay ( Read more... )

Everything is so frighteningly normal after Tuesday. I think everyone can guess what I mean by that.

Someone has moved in below me who, I swear, must live with their Andrew Lloyd Webber and Les Misérables soundtracks on repeat. I don't appreciate either of those at the moment, though for very different reasons ( Read more... )

From: vhugo@euphemewebmail.net
To: ebronte@euphemewebmail.net
Subject: A question rather late in coming, of course.

Ma belle. I was wondering- would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the Hallow's Eve festivities on Saturday night?

Expectantly, your Victor.

I turn to vaguely practical matters. For the dance, I need input for a costume, if people care to give any. My various ideas were something sort of generically vampiric (I've started to accummulate appropriate wear thanks to Raven 13 outings), an axe-murdering Raskolnikov (you see what Portrayal of Religion in Literature has done), or for something ( Read more... )

Emily's back. In fact, she's been back for a while. Despite the fact that I just got back from dress rehearsal for the play and as with all dress rehearsals, it didn't feel ready, a burden has been lifted. The play is definitely going to be hilarious, though mostly not because of yours truly; everyone come and watch ( Read more... )

As most people probably already know by now, Charlotte's back. However, I'm not going to rest until I see Emily standing on the platform at the train station. And even then, I have the terrible feeling that the worst of this is far from over, or even yet begun. I've started to have dreams- not nightmares like others have had, but ones that are ( Read more... )

I spoke far too fast about being able to go on. Yes, I am able, but now Charlotte's gone- and Emily too, to find her. She is strong, and fierce. It's one of the things I most admire about her; so if she wants to do this alone, I'm not so worried that I would have had to tell her, "Don't go ( Read more... )