Me fangirling over Mark Of Athena *spoilers*

October 7th

WHY! WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!

How could you do this to us, Rick Riordan?

We have to wait a whole year. A WHOLE YEAR.

I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF PERCY AND ANNABETH ARE ALIVE AND YOU EXPECT ME TO SPEND AND ENTIRE YEAR WAITING TO FIND OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!

I feel a bit like crying really.

Percy and Annabeth had only just been reunited. And what a touching scene it was. Judo throwing someone is so romantic.

But I guess that’s probably what I’d do.

If I could judo throw people, that is.

BUT NOW THEY’RE IN TARTARUS D:

the suspense is too much ……

I don’t know how much longer I can survive like this.

WRITE FASTER YOU AUTHOR PERSON OTHERWISE I MIGHT EXPLODE FROM THE STRESS OF IT ALL

The Great Ipod Fiasco, in which Jessi is publicly shamed

September 30th

Sooooo

I was at school today right (duh) and we usually have music playing during our PE (oh, my favourite subject. Wheeee.), but today the teacher hadn’t brought in her i-pod. So Ruby (my bestie) being the lovely soul she is, volunteered mine. Unfortunately, the minute they plugged it in, Lion King came blaring out of the speakers. Ruby quickly flicked to the next one, but that was Starkid. And the next was Phantom of the Opera music.

Cue total social shunning.

Apparently, people have problems with show-tunes.

The Insanity Continues

September 24th

I think I may have to change my last comment about none comparing with Mr Rochester (except of course William Herondale). Indeed, I am quite bewitched by Toby Stephens.

Who, admittedly, is Mr Rochester.

In the BBC reproduction anyway.

He was also Gilbert Markham, who was still quite lovely but somewhat irritated me. I must confess, I also prefer Mr Rochester in looks.

If only he was younger. I believe him to be, at this point in time, somewhere around forty. In Jane Eyre, he was but thirty, and in the Tenant of Wildfell Hall, he is only just twenty-five.

He ages very well though. He is better looking at thirty than twenty-five.

But that may just be the hair.

And his Mr Rochesterness.

I do think I shall have to look him up on the omnipotent Google.

Because he may not be quite so handsome in the fashions of today.

As I have already pointed out, waistcoats can make any man handsome.

With the exception of Mr Collins.

On whom there will be not comment.

Lizzie Bennet Diaries vs. Actual Classics

21st of September

well, see, I wanted to watch the Lizzie Bennet diaries. But I decided that before that, I should probably actually read Pride and Predjudice. So…. I did. Then I watched the Lizzie Bennet Diaries, which were absolutely amazing. Hank and John, you make me laugh so much. Except John also make me cry. Like in ‘The Fault in Our Stars.’ Oh, funny story. I started reading Stars the morning I was on a 4 hour plane flight. I wasn’t aware of how incredibly sad it was going to be, bcause I had only read the happy bits. I didn’t want to put it down, it was so amazing, so I kept reading it on the flight. Halway through I got to the end, and absolutely broke down, like, tears streaming down my face and everything. I don’t usually cry, but I was so depressed, and there was this poor 30 year old lady sitting next to me, who was like ‘Are you okay darling?’

But off topic. So, I finished LBD, and all was happy. Except for the fact that I am now in love with Classics. Which is even less socially acceptable than spending your weekends playing Starwars The Force Unleashed:II. Oh Starwars! FTL THERE IS GOING TO BE MORE MOVIES!!! Made by Disney, admittedly, but still.

Haha, tangent again. Short attention span? I think not.

But, as I was saying, the Classics. They are amazing. Except for Wuthering Heights. I want to punch everyone. But Jane Eyre!!! Mr Rochester!!! Beautiful. Just beautiful.

And so begins the insanity....

Hahaha
okay, this says it was posted in september, but it wasn't really.
I'm posting now, on november the 14th. I lost my blog password for ages but I just found it again. This was originally and accidental repost of my rabbit rant, but now it has turned into my musings on the beautifulness of Jane Eyre. From a purely literary perspective, of course.
I've been writing blog posts and just saving them as word documents, so I'll put an actual date they were written on all of them.

This was written 20th of September.  Enjoy.

oh mr rochester

why must you be so handsome?
you are indeed a good looking young-ish man.
I mean you’re also bipolar.
which is a bit of a buzzkill.
but that cute little half smile!
and that wicked sense of humour!
really, what can compare?
nothing, I tell you.
except for perhaps william herondale.
he possesses the same amiable qualities.
also he is quite a bit younger
which is good
really i think i may just have a thing for guys who wear waistcoats.
that must be it.

okay before i start hardcore blogging should probably give you some info

kay
im just giving you forewarning now, most of my blogs will be nerdy insane. if that doesn't interest you then you should probably be going.
like now.
but some of my blogs may be me ranting at others (who shall be given fake names-stalker deterrent and all that) and others  may be me pining after the guy i have a large-ish crush on
who is also a nerd but unfortunatley doesn't notice me.
Because nerd boys always want the princess.
and while i may be blond, that is where the peach similarities end.
i will probably also go insane about random crap so if you get a little scared by it just keep scrolling.
hokay now that ive given you all the health and safety rules and regulations (dont ask me) moving on.

Rabbits

Rabbits are so scary
I just keep thinking that they're going to come and get with with their spazzed little red eyes and freaky little teeth.
I just kind of had to vent my troubles.
I know, i know.
you dont care
well thats fine
i can cope with that
*cry*