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Lady Guiltshire's Pastime

She lived for it. The accomplishment, that is. Not the sensation. The sensation was enjoyable only at first, before the settling in of the sting of bothered scalp. But even when she bled there was magic in it; Lady Guiltshire could sit and scratch at her scalp all day, wedging her fingernails between the shafts of hair and digging, digging, digging; mercilessly, like an obsessed woman, for that’s what she was: a monomaniac who was loath to be in public. The public itself did not trouble her. She thought nothing of people, even the people who stared at her wonderingly and were obvious about doing so. Let them look, she always told herself. Let

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Mon Aug 21, 2006, 8:00 PM

Okay so, it's late and I haven't written a word tonight. (Besides this, of course.) I'm beginning to think that anticipating college will prove more traumatic than actually moving in. One can only hope.

I have started a new story though, one based on a passage I read in a book I bought the other day entitled The Elizabethan Underworld. Quite fascinating. I fully intended to work on it tonight, except my nerves intervened and I've been sitting here for the past two hours wondering how the hell I'm going to cope as a new college student without her beloved horse by her side. I started crying while I was grooming her tonight. Luckily no one was around. Sally's not the best for hugging; she gets impatient. Next time I'll go to Gracie. I love how everytime I scratch her withers, she stretches out her neck and flaps her lips. If she were a human, she'd make a stellar physical comedian. Sally, on the other hand... she'd be a coach potato.

Adieu!

~ jennifer

Listening: Tori Amos, 'God'
Reading: The Elizabethan Underworld by some guy with a crazyyyy foreign name that I'm too lazy to look up at the moment

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Current Residence: Connecticut
Interests: horses, history, writing, reading, graphic design, etc.
Favourite movie: Wilde, Quills, i heart huckabees, Horatio Hornblower, Tristram Shandy: A Cock & Bull Story, etc.
Favourite genre of music: 90s, fiddle-intensive country, Brit rock
Favourite artist: that one dude from Vinci
Favourite poet or writer: They vary
Favourite style of art: Verbose yet elegant writing
MP3 player of choice: Oscar, my pink iPod mini
Personal Quote: 'Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious' - Virgil
Tools of the Trade: Laptop. Word Pad. Microsoft Word. Pen/paper are obsolete.

Email: modestproposal@gmail.com
AIM: judes the law

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!AlethiometerGal Dec 25, 2006, 7:09:32 AM

Merry Christmas!

Well-behaved women rarely make history.

Banned at the moment, will get back to you whenever I can!

~DuchessdeMedici Aug 22, 2006, 5:50:08 AM

All too true... how are you enjoying "The Elizabethan Underworld"? We just got back from the UK, and my dad was reading it on the plane.

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Look, then, at how since the discovery of printing architecture has gradually dried up, atrophied, and been stripped bare.

~cherubcheekd Aug 22, 2006, 6:59:08 AM

Haha, small world! It's very interesting; I picked it up as a supplement to my main research books. I didn't plan to read the whole thing through but it sort of captivated me and there's no putting it down now haha.

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Words, words, words!

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awe-inspirer-er)

~DuchessdeMedici Aug 24, 2006, 8:40:40 PM

Hehe. It happens ... very often, in my case.

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Look, then, at how since the discovery of printing architecture has gradually dried up, atrophied, and been stripped bare.

~DuchessdeMedici Aug 21, 2006, 9:25:21 AM

Thanks for the visit! Always nice to see a fellow historical writer.

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Look, then, at how since the discovery of printing architecture has gradually dried up, atrophied, and been stripped bare.