( Being Hermione Granger: Twenty-Eight )



The end, for now.

Thank you guys so much for continuing to read here and review! :) I don't have a lot of time to read reviews at all the sites where I'm posting this, but I do my best, and I look forward to hearing from you guys most of all. Since things are rapidly drawing to a close, I'm counting on you to reel me in if anybody gets a little too out-of-character. 



( Being Hermione Granger: Twenty-Seven )

I'm dying for the weekend to arrive. I took a wonderful mini-break last weekend and went out of town to hear a professional symphony performance and see a concert, but playing catch-up with my classes and grading has been hell.

Does anyone else find the fact that it's already October a bit staggering? Yikes.

( Being Hermione Granger: Twenty-Five )

( Being Hermione Granger: Twenty-Four )


It's so refreshing to have a moment to myself. My students and my own classes have pretty much owned me since the beginning of the semester. It's challenging and exhausting.

I haven't read this since I was in high school. It's the greatest fanfic ever written, period.

*dies of happiness*

Every time I watch The Return of the King, Éowyn and Faramir's little intimate moment makes me cry.



( Being Hermione Granger: Eighteen )

( Being Hermione Granger: Seventeen )




Am I ridiculously lacking in motivation or is my neighbor, who leaves her apartment to go for a run wearing eyeliner and lipstick, trying a little too hard?

Hahahahahaha. I bought a bread machine for FIVE DOLLARS at Goodwill, and the cat's just riveted by it. He keeps staring at the kneading blade and jumping a mile whenever it emits a beep. I have to admit, I'm pretty enthralled with it as well. Homemade bread with only a fraction of the effort I used to put in. Sweeeeeeet.




( Being Hermione Granger: Sixteen )

Anyone else wish they were at the Ottawa Bluesfest right now?





( Being Hermione Granger: Fifteen )

( Being Hermione Granger: Fourteen )

I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who’s reading again. My hiatus from writing involves a long story in which my brother compromised, unsuccessfully tried to repair, and then thoroughly destroyed my old computer. I’ve been relying on university computer labs for a year, and I’ve been unable to find the time and privacy to write. I was too afraid to even go to my usual fanfic-related sites, to be honest. Feel free to be justifiably angry with me and stop reading if you deem that an insufficient excuse.

 

But for those of you who do continue to read—or, I should say, have resumed reading—thanks so much for your kind words. I sincerely hope there will be no more interruptions!

 

( Being Hermione Granger: Eleven )

Younger Brother: "Can I have a dollar?"

Me: "Why?"

YB: "McDonald's breakfast."

Me: "You got up early to run six miles and now you're going to go ruin it by eating McDonald's?"

YB: "This way I'll smell so bad that everyone will move so I can be first in line."

Me: "....."

YB: "...And the six cents for tax, too?"


:-P

 

So in other news, I'm becoming kind of addicted to Jeeves and Wooster. My mom introduced me to it, and we've been watching an episode every night (Youtube is a beautiful thing). Someday I'm going to go on a long, rambling rant that will explain exactly how much I adore Stephen Fry. I can't right now, though. I'm not up to it yet. He still seems too brilliant for words. :)

I'm being sarcastic, of course. See, I f'ing hate dressing up for any occasion, and I refuse to believe that I should feel compelled to care about issues like fashion simply because of my sex. I'm reaching the point where I need to decide what I'm going to wear to the boyfriend's sister's wedding, however. I've decided to say screw her and just wear what I want (even if it's not in keeping with her truly hideous palette), but I've always been uncomfortable  when it comes to choosing dresses. When I ask the boyfriend for advice (i.e., "What do you think I should wear to her wedding?"), he'll respond, "Something short. And tight." Once I even got a full sentence out of him: "Show lots of leg."

'Cause that would be wedding-appropriate, eh? I guess I should just be pleased that he likes my legs and stop bugging him about it.

So anyway, I've been narrowing down my options. I know that I want a dress so I'll be able to dance comfortably. I may not know a thing about fashion or dressing up, but I can dance, damn it. 

I'm tempted to go with this one, but I'm facing a bit of a dilemma. I've been told numerous times that I should learn to "dress for [my] coloring," which apparently means identifying whether my skin's undertones are warm or cool. But I, uh, never bothered to learn, mostly because I've never been able to bring myself to care. I just wear a lot of black and match it with whatever the hell I've got lying around. I wear my younger brother's hand-me-downs, for God's sake. Would that technically make them hand-me-ups? Anyway, that's how totally apathetic I usually am.

I've also never been forced to pose for a professional photographer, though, so now I'm screwed. My 21 years of complete fashion ineptitude have come back to haunt me. What color am I supposed to get? I naturally have black hair, pale skin bordering on the vampiric (or, in my case, just my Irish ancestry), and greenish eyes. I don't dye my hair or wear makeup to change any of that, and I don't intend to start because of the wedding, so that's what I've got. Does that make me cool-toned and warrant a cool-toned fabric color? Or am I warm-toned because my eyes have some brown and I should therefore choose a warmer color of fabric? Does eye color have any correlation whatsoever to the undertones of my skin? Does being pale automatically correlate to cool-toned skin?

This hurts my brain. Advice! Someone with an understanding of color help me out here.