NORTH AND SOUTH HAS GONE TO MY BRAIN

So the other night my sister and I sat down (consumption of donuts may have been involved) and watched all four hours of BBC North and South, which we were able to find on YouTube. Much silliness ensued. Much squeeing also ensued, but - hey, it's Richard Armitage. A little squeeing is requisite.






A few observations:






(1) Jealous Henry in the train is the funniest thing ever.






(2) Margaret must be hard of hearing because Thornton's like, "I love you!" and she's like, "You're just saying that because you pity my family's poorness," and he's like, "No, I love you!" and then she's like, "You just want to marry me to save my honor," and he's like, "No, I want to marry you because I love you!"




Dunno. In Pride and Prejudice, I'm all, "You go, Lizzy! You tell Mr. Darcy all about his bad manners!" when she rejects him. In North and South, I'm more... "Um, Margaret? Have you listened to a word he's said?"




(3) Mrs. Thornton is amazing. All the mothers in Jane Austen novels are dead or silly. Mrs. Thornton, on the other hand, is a sensible woman who dearly cares for her son (and if she doesn't care as much about Fanny we can all see why and agree with her...). She resolves to be offended for her son when Margaret turns him down and pretty much snaps at her later on, "You do not know what sort of man you rejected." (To her credit, Margaret agrees.) Just... she has personality. She's protective of her son. She tries giving advice to Margaret even when she loathes Margaret's guts.




Go, Mrs. Thornton!




(4) Why was the water purple when Boucher drowned himself???? The closest thing my sister and I can figure out was that it must be due to chemical pollutants from the mills. Dyes? Tanning acids? I have no clue.




(5) Why is Margaret always walking through a graveyard? I guess it is the only green place in Milton, but even so...




(6) It only takes a line or two to completely ruin my concentration: "Look back. Look back at me." or "He was her brother." or "Coming home with me?"




ARRRRRRRGH.




In consequence, guess what I had a dream about that night?




Margaret and Thornton. AS VAMPIRE HUNTERS.



You do NOT know how satisfying it is to watch Richard Armitage kill Edward Cullen. Just sayin'. XD


My mind is a weird place. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. A lot of weirdness and silliness comes from it, and yet, at other times... a lot of awesomeness comes from it, too.


In Pace Christi,


Elyse

I Don't Know Why I'm Sharing This

... Probably because I think it's funny.

Anyway, so I had a dream last night. Don't ask me how it started, because I don't remember. The upshot was that we (I'll get to who 'we' consisted of in just a moment) were in some house. It appeared that a party was going on. People were dancing. Yes, dancing. Weird. Doubly weird when you consider that I don't dance. At all.

Something bad was about to happen - I don't know what. My guess is that the enemies, whoever they were, were about to attack, right on the hour. The clock started chiming.

And then we set off a time bomb that froze time! Everyone stopped moving, except for us who had set off the bomb (don't ask me how, as I have no idea).

Now, who was 'we', you ask?
(1) Me. (2) Thorin Oakenshield. (2) Loki (3) Sif (the dark-haired Asgardian girl from Thor, if you don't remember) (4) Iron Man/Tony Stark

Somehow, light would reverse the time bomb, so we had to hurry to get whatever we needed to get before we ran out of time. (Apparently, the reason why time reversed the light bomb was because of e = mc^2, even though I know that's not what the equation means. *headbang*) I'm not sure if I was with Tony Stark (who was my age... weirdly enough...) rummaging through Albert Einstein's stuff or if it was me and a random person rumamging through Tony Stark's stuff.

Then my cousin showed up. I'm not sure why. He wasn't really there to help. He was weirdly dressed.

"Nice shoes," I said.

"Oh, they're Skeezers," he said.

My brain is weird. I don't even want to know if Skeezers are real are not.

And then I woke up, so I have no idea what happened!!!

I think this ranks up there with my Benedict-Cumberbatch-is-Sauron-and-his-fortress-is-made-out-of-LEGOs-and-looks-like-a-heavily-fortified-modern-high-school-complete-with-vending-machines dream. I always have weird dreams, but these were spectacularly weird.

They're funny, though, which is why I try to remember them. XD

In Pace Christi,

Elyse