Sunday, November 1, 2015

Jane Austen Week Tag

Naomi's hosting a super awesome week of events at Wonderland Creek.
Check it out and follow closely with her posts! They're pretty awesome so far. =D

So without further ado, Jane Austen Week Tag!
1. On a scale of 1 to 10, how much of a Jane Austen fan do you consider yourself?
Oh my. I'm a pretty loyal Janeite. I love all things regency, and I've read quite a few of the novels, and watched all but two of the film adaptations! 
I long to attend the Jane Austen that's one of my biggest dreams.  XD Soooo eight and a half.

2. If "they" would make a new Jane Austen Movie, and you would be able to be cast in it, which Jane Austen character would you most like to play?
Marianne Dashwood. I knoooow that's kinda stupid. I just understand her, and it would be fun to act like her--like be her.
Or Lydia Bennet, 
I like the dramatic, the frivolous, and the rude!

3. Is there any felicity in the world superior to a walk?
Oh such simplicity as a walk in the evening or before a storm, there is no felicity superior to that. No indeed.

4. Who's your favourite Jane Austen 'villain'? (As in 'villain' meaning 'the bad guy.')
Favourite as in favourite--as a bad guy, or favourite as they inspire the desired emotion?
I hate Willoughby. I hate him most of all. I just hate him.
I think Henry Crawford, or just the Crawfords are my favourite villain(s).
I mean so charming and selfish. They are both so selfish.

5. What/Who introduced you to Jane Austen?
My older sister wanted to watch P&P '95, and I thought, omgsh I'm a grown-up now! I can watch grown-up things with my older sister! But all three of us girls ended up watching it.
In. Love. 
We were all quite ridiculously in love with P&P after the first half of P&P.

6. Did you love/enjoy Jane Austen immediately, or has there been a time when you hated (um, prejudged) it?
Yes. I've always loved it. I was a janeite from the womb...even if I didn't know it at the time. XD

7. Who, in your opinion, is the funniest Jane Austen character?
Mr Bennet. He is hilarious in his Mr Bennet like why. He's witty and he puts up with his wife amazingly.
He does not get enough credit. =)
8. Do you quote Jane Austen randomly in public?
Yes. And everywhere.  Be it from an adaptation, web or television, I am always quoting it.  If people judge me...they must be one of those gentlemen or ladies who have no joy from a novel and therefore must be intolerably stupid! 
9. Are children allowed to eat cake on weddings?
Totally. Totally. As for eating out of doors? I'm all for it.  It will have to take more than an old and wise Woodhouse to keep me from cake!

10. What is your reaction when you hear that an acquaintance (e.g. A lady at Church) of yours loves Jane Austen?
That subtle and everything. 

11. Who writes better letters, Mr Darcy or Captain Wentworth? (If you forgot what the letters were, shame on you, instead tell me if you prefer Strawberries to Chocolate or not.)
Oh how am I to judge them? And who am I to say? Darcy's was stiff, you know how he is.  Wentworth's was slightly stiff...but you know--ole Wenty is bae.  XD
I'm vouching for his letter.

12. Which Jane Austen heroine do you relate the least to?
Jane Bennet? or Charlotte Lucas? One of those two.
I'm not sweet like Jane, and I have never been able to settle for anything less than the best--perfectionist much yeah?
It's hard to not try and relate yourself to JA's characters. 

13. What's your favourite Jane Austen house (from one of the movies)?
Lol. Duh. just duh.
Though, Northanger Abbey 2007 wasn't a bad place either.
This is a hard question.

14. What's your favourite Jane Austen dress (from one of the movies)?
Lydia's pink ball gown from P&P '95. It also made a second appearance in Persuasion 2007!
Polka-dot thingy on the left.

Or Marianne's orange evening dress.
Mum and I made a dress similar to this for my first regency ball back in 2012 was it?
Oy I was a wee little person.

15. Can you turn off lit candles with your fingers?
I think so? I've always been a little scared to do it, but I think I might have done it once or twice. My Granddaddy does it all the time.

Well there you have it mortals! Now I must make sure I've got homework done for class tomorrow!
Ta-ta mugs!


Why Piracy is My Only Option | Friendship Rant

Piracy or moving, though I suppose piracy would involve selling everything and buying a ship or just stealing a ship...Either way I'd have to move.
That's a distracted-Jess way of saying hello, btw...and do you have six fingers on your left hand?
What is up.
No, that's not a statement. Well actually it sorta is... it doesn't have a question mark--but I'm not going to talk about what's going on with Meeeee I'm wondering, pondering, questioning, turning over in my wee little mind a simple concept or two.

1. Why my physical friends have deserted me.
Let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time there was a young girl of about eight years old. Her mother enrolled her and her older sister in a homeschool 4-H group at the library. This little girl, (Who we're going to call Tigger for the time-being), decided that she really wanted to be the event coordinator. Little Tigger took the position.
The president of this group was a brilliant ten-year old girl with dark hair and gorgeous eyes who honestly should be a Disney Princess, some time passed and the President came over to Tigger's house on her mother's invitation. President had two younger brothers. This was great because Tigger had a younger brother and they could all play together. It was great. Tigger's older sister and President became best friends, though, all three sisters were best of friends with President...even after 4-H fizzled out, through thick and thin, day in and day out they were the best of friends. The four of them, scootering around President's subdivision and playing super sleuths. Oh the days of childhood.
They were all great friends for nearly seven years. During that time President's mother had another child, a little girl. The little girl was charming. The four girls had also put on a christmas concert, gone to co-ops, chased chickens, fought dragons, and stayed up until the wee hours of the morning making jokes about stupid things like pranking church services. (So irreverent, I know.)
Then when Tigger was in her first year of highschool, the four friends' tight circle began to disappear.
Tigger didn't know why, Tigger's older and younger sisters didn't know why. It was like they had just become unimportant to President's mom's calendar.
Moving on, during this same year Tigger had been reacquainted with an old playmate (back in those times before the dinosaurs and 4-H). Mer, Mer was so kind and listened so well, and they shared everything with one another, and were evil and loved each other like frenemies. They pulled many an all-nighter talking, and got blisters on their hands from swinging on the playground swings until they had forgotten how to walk.
It was a beautiful friendship.
What happened.
An amazing new theatre group that we're calling BG came to town. (And Tigger had nothing against BG). President was going to do it, because one of her dearest friend's Mother was the director or something.
The first show was amazing, though this was the major beginning of the four's group fizzle.
More shows passed, more and more, all of which were amazing. While Tigger and her sisters were trying vainly to spend time with President, she seemed in too deep into what she was doing. Oh the lights, oh the thrills, the trills, and frills! Yes luxurious.
Tigger wanted to do BG, but it was a long drive through extreme traffic to get there, not to mention expensive, and Tigger's family was tight for money...not to mention educational studies. Tigger couldn't do the classes she had to and do BG at the same time.
Tigger felt terribly let down by this, but at least she could still hang with her friend Mer. Mer was sweet, they were bffaa (Best friends forever and always), and she knew that Mer wasn't going to be eaten by BG.
She was, unfortunately, after a time, wrong. Mer was eaten by BG, after President's last semester (for she got too grown up to do it anymore.), Mer was into it now, and so was one of her friends, who was originally one of Tigger's family's friends. Alas, BG seemed to have them all in its maw.

Unfortunately, due to space and time, I cannot write the entirety of Tigger's story, nor does it really have a resolved ending. For as of yet--there is no resolving happy ending.
For all we know of Tigger's sake, she'll have only her sisters for best friends until she can move and make new friends, become a pirate and get a loyal crew, or go off to university.

Tigger's never been really good with friends.

But this made Tigger wonder:
2. Why are they all doing theatre?
What was it that was so appealing to them, it seemed like a lot of work for such an unprofessional production, but of course it was still an amazingly done performance for what they had.
Tigger didn't understand what it was like to belong to a group. Her family were kind of, what might be called, loners.
They spent a lot of time together, they tried to do activities that they could all go to, and they all had a beautiful relationship amongst themselves.
Tigger still did not understand though.
And then she met the other people from her school, the Chickens, and the Comp Crazies. They were all kindred spirits, running high and running in the same direction.
It was an amazing experience, and when it was over, Tigger didn't want it to be over. She understood now what it was like for her theatre-obsessed friends.
She knew and it made her sad.
Why could her sister and herself be that for their friends?
It didn't make any sense. They could make amazing things, they could record albums, they could make music videos, and make their way through the world, hand in hand and running in the same direction.
This--for some reason--was not to be though.
And Tigger still doesn't know why.
There is no reason for President and Mer to be so addicted to BG that they can't see how they're hurting their former friends. Those former friends who invite them over, but unfortunately Mer and President just can't make it. They are always too busy with theatre to come over, and when they are able to come over...suddenly something else comes up, so oh well. Guess you're just going to have to get new friends.

Tigger didn't like this answer.
She started spending hours on her school's online forum, and talking to her online friends and trying to fill the empty void that kept growing larger and larger...and no matter how much time she spent with her online friends, there was just not that hug she needed.
She had met a lot of her friends, and that somehow made it worse.
She knew they were real, she had hugged them, played with them, danced with them.
And it hurt. It just hurt.
She had to cry.

She cried because she realised that those people she had met while doing events did not really care. That she was somehow just a passing whimsy for them. Even if they promised to be best friends forever and always, it didn't really matter. She was not interesting enough to interest them anymore. Her sisters hurt too, her Mother spent many evenings crying over friendship, wondering what she did wrong.
It wasn't even like doing this BG that their friends were doing was offering anything lasting, and maybe they'll know this years down the road when those kids are all grown up and living their own lives...unable to remember the names of their BG mates.
They don't seem to care though, so they keep going. Let them live their short delusional dream.

That's all that those seven years were anyway. Lasting friendship isn't of this world and so it doesn't exist. Tough Tigger. There's no hope. You ought to become a pirate and get yourself a crew and don't get attached to any of them because they'll just blow away when the wind hits the wrong way.

Heaven only knows why. Poor Tigger, maybe they'll come back. Maybe they do care, but they have desires that just seem to come first. Understandable, after all--school was that way for you right? Though, isn't that what you're supposed to do in high school?  Oh. . . ok. apparently that's not really important, nor are lasting friendships, just a rush, just a high...and laugh, a good cry and a speedy project.

It's apparently not holding hands at the end of the world. Not knowing that you can trust this one person with your deepest secret. Certainly not wanting to live next door and raise kids as best friends. That's ludicrous. Real Life friendships aren't like Anne and Diana, not in Tigger's world. Her friends are obsessed with dazzling lights and applause.
And that's a lot coming from Tigger, who just so happens to be myself, who just so happens to be a die-hard performer.
It's fun, yeah. but it doesn't last. and I honestly love you physical annoying friends, but you are driving me crazy, and I want to keep loving you but you're hurting me and my family..and you don't realise it, and if you do, you don't care. That's what hurts even worse. We go out of our way to watch your productions, to try and find events we'd all enjoy...just to see you, but somehow we end up on the back-burner.

Friends don't desert friends.

I'm done.
My resolution is that I should really be a pirate because I will at least have people who aren't deserters around me...oh that was probably a little harsh I'm sorry--I've been storing this for too long.
Better now.
Carry on.
Love you internet baes. :)