Music: Loreena McKennitt - The Mystic’s Dream
Mood: slightly worried

Remember the ‘mental blogpost’ thing I had mentioned a while ago? Well, this is exactly one of that times - when English starts flowing out of your brain and you do practically nothing to stop it XD. There’s just one little problem, though: I should be sleeping now, as tomorrow I will have to face a rather huge Greek test I don’t think will go brilliantly… hopefully, it will be way better than the 2/10 I had last time. Shit happens. The only frustrating feature coming with this kind of unfortunate events is pain: it brings one’s heart-wrenched self to commit the most insane acts. In my case, today a mysterious force drove me to the InternetBookShop lands to buy XXXHolic in English, from volume two up to number ten, which were the ones I didn’t own: I’ve read the whole series in less than a night, therefore the decision to buy it all, since it’s really worth my money and a place in my bookcase ^_^.  And that was because I had 8,5/10 on my Italian theme. Yay XD.
Holic aside - it’s very late and I really should head to bed - since I’ve discovered CLAMP had created an Imonoyama-centered universe in their pseudo-doujinshi Shoten my life has not been the same. Not since an evil idea popped up i my mind. To make it short, the Shoten universe is the same as Duklyon and CLAMP Detective. It all gathers around the CLAMP Gakuen, and it wouldn’t sound so interesting to me if it wasn’t for Taichiro Imonoyama (Nokoru’s uncle) and Shura, two of the teachers, who are nothing more than - hear ye - Taishakuten’s and Ashura-ou’s (and yeah, he does have a son named Ashura there, too. And is divorced. And Indian. And goes to pick Ashura up once he arrives at the airport <3.) reincarnations. Of course, the former falls in love at first sight with the latter and starts a hopeless flirting until Ashura-ou Shura sleeps with him. Now, I’ve known this since quite a while, but inspiration struck me recently: there is need for a reincarnation fic in the world. I just have to wait for a good plot to work on, and a decent canon background, because not much is known about Shoten, as no translated scans are available. However, the ground is getting incredibly fertile thanks to the istituto_clamp LJ community, whose most expert members are giving me a big big hand not to make me mess with CLAMP archaic canon XD, which means I will devote my work to them with a lot of affection <3. They really deserve it.

 I’m off now. I wish I had more time to speak about it. Guess another post about all this won’t be a bad idea. ^_^

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Music: Yuki Kajiura - Moebius
Mood: uhm. Stunned.

What scared me about updating this blog was cleaning the wishlist up -I’m not joking XD. Now that I’ve found the courage to, thanks to hohoemi XD - I can say I’ve gone past the first obstacle.
Actually, I’m an overly strange person. I mean - everytime something occurs I always start perspiring because I don’t want to write a proper chronicle here, and of course I start wondering why on earth I am still running a blog in the first place. Even worse, there’s nothing interesting you should know about my real life, other than the events I don’t report - not because chronicles are inconvenient… in fact, they are tiring and boring.
You know, this year (by the way, Happy New Year) I’ve got a wonderfully skilled English teacher. She’s not only mothertongue - she’s actually Anglo-French, and makes us write a lot. I’m the best in my class, and, since she knows why English is so important to me, she asked me to come to her place so she will prepare me to do a Cambridge exam *_*. But this doesn’t matter è_é. I just wanted to tell that she finally enlightened my class about how to use present Perfect, and I confess I still can’t, despite her thorough explanations (at school - I still have to start with the Cambridge thing), so please hit me with something sharp when you happen to find mistakes with tenses. XD.
This being said, let me forget my New Year’s Day. I sat all night long on my aunt’s sofa in a living room whose guests’ average age was ffty years old. Next to me, my mother and Giulio - because she’s now at peace with him - all worried about the fact thay at 10 o’ clock pm I was sleepy, bored, angry and with an urge to burst into tears, and even sent me a text message on my mobile phone saying “Smile, because when you smile the world does, too”, to which I replied “This really sounds like a Z-series film sentence” - I don’t like people acting buttery when they are not requested to, especially if they are not friends I love, as Harriet, Shu, lisachan and Michiru know. Likewise, yesterday one of my mother’s ex-colleagues - a really strong, cultured and energetic person - came to visit Termoli with her boyfriend, and Giulio, being an Art teacher, was with us accompanying them sightseeing the old part of the town. I dislike (not to say that I loathe) tha way he acted all at ease when we were at lunch, and the way he hugged me when we were in a pub later, being ironic about the manga-style colour of a nearby girl’s hair. Who the heck bestowed you such familiarity? My father rarely hugged me, and it doesn’t mean you are allowed to just because I’m kind with you, and you say you feel affection towards me and my siblings. I don’t need fatherly affection, I had a father already. Fortunately, he was not a weakling as you are, and he was handsome and fantastic, while your supposed affection disgusts me. I don’t understand why he must come with us whatever we do: why had he to accompany to Pescara this morning? In the end, we didn’t go, because we all woke up too late. Why had he the idea to accompany us in Naples to make me see my hopefully soon-to-be University?
Bah. Whatever.
Speaking of universities, I will post something else later. I need to have a shower now. Curiously, now that I was pulling my pajamas off, my brother said he had to use the toilet, saying he would take an awful lot of time. Annoying little brat. Everything he does, he does it on purpose.

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Music: Vienna Teng - Dreaming Through The Noise [album]
Mood: awfully awake despite the hour

Call it a pathology (as you definitely should) but I just can’t bear to have just one Vienna Teng CD beside me when I am listening to her: I MUST have all her discography here, on the desk, ready to be played even if I am not going to listen to it all. Nah, believe me, this isn’t the strangest thing you’ve ever seen - not from me, at least XD.
Well, you’ve probably noticed this is a post, a pretty rare thing here, it seems XD. I am sadly inclined to believe that my personal problem with blogs is that, when lots of things happen, I have no desire to report them here. I suddenly become lazier than I usually am and refrain from writing anything here until I state I have got the strenght (?!) to write it all down here. It’s not a matter of language, it’s just that I don’t like to write lists full of events that I could fail to remember XD. This being said, I reckon you all have assumed that I won’t talk about Cambridge, nor about anything else I did during the rest of the summer - and yes, Harriet, Shu and Nausicaa did come, and we laughed for an awful lot of time like never before XD - nor about the fact that I fell in love with Wuthering Heights in quite a hopeless and obsessive way XD. My teacher came two times to visit me, and she was infectiously cheerful ^___^. In two words, she’s the living proof about how much a teacher changes outside school (even if I always recognised how full of interests she was, just look at her eyes when she speaks XD!). At first sight, at school, she’s professional, exigent, quite detatched… a great teacher, and my eyes are glued to her when she speak, because she’s got such a variegated language that it’s a pleasure, for me, to listen carefully to her lessons. Outside school she’s… well >___<! She’s so… terribly gripping, all happy and easygoing like a little girl, and she really cares for me, and is proud of how I study her subject and, I think, everything in general. This makes me so… well *___* so content. I am so grateful that she recognises such a thing. I was speechless and pleased XD. The first time she came. she brought me lots of books to read, since she knew I am a hopeless reader. Being aware that I enjoy biographies, she lent me some of them, plus some short dossiers about Cleopatra and Gengis Khan and two novels I totally fell in love with, one by Paola Mastrocola, whose title is something like The Flying Chicken, a melancholic and terribly amusing story about a friendship between a teacher and a student, brilliantly written and incredibly touching in some parts. The teacher tells the story in first-person, and she reminded me of her very much XDDD! I honestly believe she understood what I am like, and she consequently chose books that she thought would fit me… O___o and they FIT me so well that I am afraid I couldn’t find better readings myself XD. For example, The Words to Say It: it is an authobiography in which Marie Cardinal tells about how she became mentally sick and about how she got out of it through psychoanalysys. It’s not that I am crazy XD it’s just that I reckon my teacher knew which thoughts I had experienced, and she was totally right. ^__^

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Music: Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue - Where The Wild Roses Grow
Mood: my neck is in pieces but I feel relaxed XD

Come on, just admit you didn’t miss me at all XD. I don’t know why the hell I get pissed every time I think ‘oh, look, I should blog’. Maybe it’s because I need a sort of inspiration to do so XD. Did it ever happen to you, to do a sort of blog post in your mind XD? I do this sort of things quite often (and yes, in English XD, although you all know how cheap it is) but I rarely feel any urge to write after a two-months enthusiasm of ‘uhuhuh X3, I’ve got a blog’.
And I do think you all suspected such a confession, huh? XD
Anyway, I’m alive and in an ‘I want to blog, dammit!’ mode, so bear with me XD.
I left you guys at my birthday night, and there are (are there, really? O.o) lots of things to tell you since then.
As much as I can remember XD that day I had one of my funniest birthday ever XD, I spent it with a delicious classmate of mine and my best friends, and I got a wonderful pearly bracelet (and it DARED to BRAKE!), a WONDERFUL flowery pillow and a blue Pucca bag. Plus, there were some cute stands selling (fake) jewelry, so I bought myself a pair of Ashura-style earrings (a pearl of which got lost now -__- I will have to replace it ç_ç) which inspired me for an ENTIRE night-time oneshot. O_ò Is it safe to write from 12am to 4am? Oh well, whatever XD.
There are two more basic reasons why this birthday has been so splendid: when I fell asleep in the afternoon I’ve been woken up by Bila (Shu) on the phone, and hearing her voice and imagining her face filled my heart so much that I stayed in a super good mood all day long, every time my far away friends call I literally throw a party XD. As if this was not enough, less than twenty minutes later I received a call from… my Philosophy teacher XD, who is one of the people I most love and admire. She knew it was my birthday (thanks to my cousin, one of her most brilliant and affectionate students so far) and wished me a happy birthday, saying she would come to visit me once I came back from Cambridge, to hear something about my holiday. Oh well, she… she’s the most ADORABLE woman EVER. Where can you possibly find a teacher that says that she knows how disgusting people in my class are (poor marks aside, she talked about their culture, attitude, way of life, belief…) and that, if she will ever take us again in at least one subject between History and Philosophy, she will do so for my sake only, because she feels I’m the only one in there she feels affection for?! That was so stunning, so cute and so AWW. I then said I put all my effort in her subjects because I wanted her to be proud of me, since I admired her very much >_<! And she said she loved me very much >_<! Such a wonderful person! She graduted when she was twenty-three, and she is CULTURED. Tell her anything and she will tell you back TONS of things about it… But now, let’s reserve another post for tomorrow, I want to read a book è___é!

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Music: Joan Baez - Diamonds and Rust
Mood: quite drained ._.

17 on 7/7/2007.
SO MANY SEVENS.
Happy birthday to meh.
Subaru (I wanted to link a photo shot from my mobile phone to let you know that Subaru is, actually, the name of my laptop, but, truth to tell, I haven’t got all that will to download and resize the picture at the moment XD) is back to home. It often shuts down all of a sudden, and my technician still can’t tell me what’s the matter. Oh well. My Tenmagouka arrived yesterday (and yes, I’m planning to make crappy photos from my mobile phone and post them here) and it’s so heavy and beautiful and CLAMP *.* which makes it a great end of school/birthday gift. Thanks mummy for bearing with me, my waste of money and thank you for not having spat in both my eyes for it XD. The fact that my 17th year begins with me celebrating with an overdose - really, an overdose, I say - of red orange juice by Santal at midnight makes me think. Yeah. In the first place, it remembers me how much is good to drink orange juice ater spending two whole days in bed with my period - my karma must be really bad, since I was born as a woman, I’m afraid. I’ve never, ever felt so bad when it comes to this time of the month. And I was without Internet, too. I guess you know how hard it must have been for me to ease my pain, somehow. Well, my mother tried to XDDD, she has quite some wonderful literary tastes even if she had never been much of a fervent reader. She lent me The Sorrows of Young Werther by J. W. Goethe, saying she reckoned it reflected my philosophy about life. I remembered it treated the same themes as The Last Letters of Jacopo Ortis by Ugo Foscolo, including the suicide of the protagonist because his one-sided love for an already betrhothed girl. I was a bit offended at first: did this mean she was still concerned about the unhappiness she is convinced I suffer from? XD The easygoing way she suggested me to read it made me think she was - not only utterly convinced about it, but she also wanted to make fun of it XD. Bah. However, since I trust dearly her hints about books, I read it, hoping to find something that could stimulate my most melancholic inspiration to write something about it. Plus, I thought I am now old enough to read it: I remember I had unsuccessfully tried to, a couple of years ago. However, I liked it very much, despite the fact it is, like, more than one hundred years old? I really liked the sensitive, artistic, sweet attitude of Werther, and the decay that slowly spreads inside of him because of his feelings for Lotte. However, there are two things I disliked. First off, the exaggerate élan Werther puts in his ideas, and, second off, Lotte herself in the first part of the book, when she looked so pure and angelic that she made me think of a big fat Mary Sue. I really started appreciating her when she is put in front of Werther’s sick and desperate passion, that desire that entangles him in his own little world when his own feelings don’t bring him joy anymore. I loved the scene in which the kiss Werther steals from her makes her falter and cracks the trust she and her husband mutually expressed to each other, which can only mean, as Werther himself states, that Lotte’s concern about him is the proof that she loves him back.
When mum asked me to tell her the plot and my personal thoughts about the book, she heard me talking about unrequited love and final suicide. It was at that moment that she told me she was so sorry for lending me that book, because, actually, she had mistaken it for another title XDDD and said she wouldn’t have lent it to me if she recalled it talked about suicide XDDD.
I found it a very interesting and enchanting reading, excluding the suicide mention: I totally loved the delicate, yet efficacious speculation about the true nature of human unhappiness, which reminded me of a certain CLAMP character… XDD.
Literature aside, some parents will come to eat the chocolate cake mum will bake for me, after ten years I asked for a home-made chocolate cake ;__________;!!
How great is this?!
God, I want to make some Ten-ou icons as an auto-present. I hope I will be able to download Tenmagouka scans soon. You may ask why I’ve started to like Ten-ou all of a sudden… I swear I don’t know ;_;!!

OMFGWTF My mother can’t make chocolate-covered cakes with cream inside! I hope we won’t get poisoned or something…

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Music: Matsuzawa Yumi - Takusu Mono E ~ My Dear
Mood: sweaty. Yes, AGAIN.

Someone stop this weather before my brain gets tired of all this overwhelming heat and decides to escape from my skull, leaving me even more brainless than what I am at the moment.
Well, there are some other things that really piss me off, for example the fact that my physically near best friend is celebrating her birthday tonight and I still haven’t bought her a present, nor I have got an idea about what to buy. I am totally clueless. Which makes me feel like RG Veda!Ashura-ou ç___ç.
Ramblings aside, I finally succeeded in revamping my fanlisting collective (over here, guys), and the thought of having to change my informations for more than two hundred fanlistings makes me sweat even more ç___ç! I will (hopefully XD) lose hundreds of kilos before winter starts again!
Plus, London is risking of being attacked by terrorists over and over again during this summer, which was natural, considering my enormous amount of LUCK =_=;! Wren suggested me to go on holiday in Switzerland, and goddammit if she’s right. Fortunately, yesterday I had a relieving phone call with Nausicaa, who is the cutest girl in the world and really managed to ease me off. And her voice is so… so KYUUUUTE~! So silvery *-*. And her laughter seemed to ring a thousand bells. I can’t wait to have her at home, really. And I would rather spend my time with her than to go to Cambridge.  I’m afraid of terrorists and I have a feeling that Michiru is really anxious about all this, and I don’t want her to feel too concerned or too weighted with responsibility. Please, smash something like a rock over my head, next time I ask for such an holiday. I want my father. It bothers me to think the man my mum is seeing will be accompanying us in Rome. He’s a witty, easygoing and cultured person, and I like him very much, but… I don’t like the sensation I have when I am with him, because it reminds me my father is not around anymore, and it really makes me feel my heart like a piece of wreckage, and I will have to explain him that I absolutely don’t care about the trips on the mountains he is planning to do: I’m a loner and I like to stay at home, reading and minding my own business. I hate my mother when she forces me in things like that and then she demands me to be happy to join them. He has children, why isn’t he going to spend his time with them instead?! It’s true that they are both grown-ups, but still, what does he want from us, especially from me?! I’m happy he likes us and cares for us, but he’s not my father. Perhaps he’s a better person than my father was, in a way, but I don’t like his effort to make us feel like we still had a figure resembling a father. I mean, it’s a good thing that he stated he doesn’t want to become a substitute of our father (he’s a very correct person^^), but… well.
You know what? London was my father’s place.
My. Father’s. Place.
I don’t like the idea of another man than my father accompanying me to take the airplane that will take me there. And I like even less the idea of being brought in London (where I will make only two small trips, though) knowing my father will not be there ever again.
Bah.
Speaking of English, I’m even having a hard time contacting a girl who authored a RG Veda fanfic I wanted to translate so badly. And the other author of a Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle fic I wanted to turn in Italian as well won’t reply to my message, either ;_;. How much I hate all of this?!
What is good is that my RG Veda artbook has been shipped today, and that I’ve found some courage to post the one and only fanfic I wrote in English, which is a pretty unsignificant Haruka/Michiru fluffy piece. And it’s even un-beta-ed. Oh well.

Fandom: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon
Title: Morning Song
Genre: Romance
Word count: 792
Pairing: Haruka/Michiru
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Shoujo-ai, some sexual references
(You’ve never seen a faker cut than this.)

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Music: Blackmore’s Night - Fires at Midnight
Mood: terribly sweaty

I need a shower, and yes, I know this isn’t the smartest thing to say at the beginning of a newborn post of a newborn blog XD, but it’s a matter of fact: I am going to melt very quickly, as much as I’d rather die roasted than frozen: I just can’t stand the cold.
Speaking of hot weather and summer, my own holidays had been set upside down: on 13th July I will be off to Cambridge with Michiru, and I will come back on 27th. And you know what, I’m deathly - and I mean deathly - afraid.
Aside that, let’s explain you guys why exactly I opened another blog, with the risk of closing it in a few months, as my previous (supposed) readers already know. The thing is, I loathed the idea of writing on a blog (i.e.: my Livejournal) of which I couldn’t fully customise the layout, given my love for web-designing. When I made an attempt to write in an Italian blog, I forsook in in less than three months because I wanted to write in English, and it seemed kinda pointless to insert English posts inside of it. But yesterday night (well, yesterday EARLY MORNING XD) I decided: I would set up an English weblog è_é.
Actually, I should thank the layout XD: after Nausicaa handed that image to me, I had the urgence to make something hypercute out of it. And when I did, I couldn’t resist and had to use the layout somewere. Sadly, I’m going to miss Livejournal’s cuts, unless I learn how to make them with Wordpress, although this doesn’t mean this will keep me from posting icons and my (horrible) fanfics in English here. In other words, this place will contain a bit of everything. ^_^.
Oh joyful X33.

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