quinntaessentia: (Hugging Flynn)
I KISSED A BOY AND I LIKED IT!
quinntaessentia: (Hugging Flynn)
I KISSED A BOY AND I LIKED IT!
quinntaessentia: (WHEE)
My students started a collection and they gave me money! They said they miss me and I got a beautiful card and chocolates and I am so touched.

Wow.
quinntaessentia: (WHEE)
My students started a collection and they gave me money! They said they miss me and I got a beautiful card and chocolates and I am so touched.

Wow.
quinntaessentia: (Half hidden)
Adrina told me you went with her when she left London while I was unconscious. I get that and I'm not mad...hell, I'm glad she had someone there with her. I just still feel upset you weren't with me. And I know that's dumb and silly and pointless because I'm both glad and sad in equal proportions... But it's how I feel.

Beyond all of that, I love you. How are you, Eamon? You did ask Mum and Dad for food, right?
quinntaessentia: (Half hidden)
Adrina told me you went with her when she left London while I was unconscious. I get that and I'm not mad...hell, I'm glad she had someone there with her. I just still feel upset you weren't with me. And I know that's dumb and silly and pointless because I'm both glad and sad in equal proportions... But it's how I feel.

Beyond all of that, I love you. How are you, Eamon? You did ask Mum and Dad for food, right?
quinntaessentia: (Coffeeeee)
Hi. So Flynn's brother Frankie tried to kill me, but I didn't let him. I did, however, come out of the altercation with a hole in my guts, a lost fake eyeball (better than losing the other one...) and a traumatic brain injury. I've been assessed (and I feel like a science experiment) and apparently it's not so severe. Sometimes I might say the wrong word, which will be REALLY helpful in classes. Apparently I'm being forced to take the rest of the semester off, yay less money :|. Mostly though, I've just been feeling really, really sick. They said it should get better. Key word in there is SHOULD. So they HOPE I won't have aphasia and feel sick to my stomach forever. Though it'll be easier when my guts don't also ache from the lovely hole Frankie made.

Anyway, enough complaining. I have a husband who came back from his tour for me and he and my best friend and my brother sat by my bedside while I was unconscious. And they have barely left me since, unless I was with Mal or my parents, and I have my parents. All four of them. This is the first time in a long time I feel I can truly say that. And hey, I'm still alive. Which is pretty goddamn awesome.

Mal is currently reading over this to make sure I didn't put strange words in, though it doesn't quite work that way. It just takes me longer to type when I can't think of the word. (I had a problem with 'quite' which was mostly unnecessary...*sigh*)

I'm going to go cuddle my Booster and then make Mal do things for me because I'm too busy whining in a pitiful way. ("I don't want to get up, can you get me my tea? My abdomen hurts!" Ayways works! ;)
quinntaessentia: (Coffeeeee)
Hi. So Flynn's brother Frankie tried to kill me, but I didn't let him. I did, however, come out of the altercation with a hole in my guts, a lost fake eyeball (better than losing the other one...) and a traumatic brain injury. I've been assessed (and I feel like a science experiment) and apparently it's not so severe. Sometimes I might say the wrong word, which will be REALLY helpful in classes. Apparently I'm being forced to take the rest of the semester off, yay less money :|. Mostly though, I've just been feeling really, really sick. They said it should get better. Key word in there is SHOULD. So they HOPE I won't have aphasia and feel sick to my stomach forever. Though it'll be easier when my guts don't also ache from the lovely hole Frankie made.

Anyway, enough complaining. I have a husband who came back from his tour for me and he and my best friend and my brother sat by my bedside while I was unconscious. And they have barely left me since, unless I was with Mal or my parents, and I have my parents. All four of them. This is the first time in a long time I feel I can truly say that. And hey, I'm still alive. Which is pretty goddamn awesome.

Mal is currently reading over this to make sure I didn't put strange words in, though it doesn't quite work that way. It just takes me longer to type when I can't think of the word. (I had a problem with 'quite' which was mostly unnecessary...*sigh*)

I'm going to go cuddle my Booster and then make Mal do things for me because I'm too busy whining in a pitiful way. ("I don't want to get up, can you get me my tea? My abdomen hurts!" Ayways works! ;)
quinntaessentia: (Upwards)
In Dublin in 2001, a boy I loved turned to me and asked if I could be anywhere, where would I be right then. AT that exact moment in time, I was in an abandoned building huddled up beside that boy I loved, trying so hard to keep the warmth in. I was hungry and scared and freezing and so was he. To keep ourselves warm, I suggested that I would quite like to be somewhere in the Bahamas. Somewhere on a tiny island where everyone knows each other and it's never cold. Where everyone helps each other. A place where no one walks by you, pretending they don't see you. Where you can drink fruity drinks with umbrellas in, and eat all day long and lie in the sun and sprawl in the water.

Eight years later, that same boy, who I still love more than anything, asked me where I'd like to go for our honeymoon and my answer, strangely enough, was the same.

This is where we're staying: http://www.hopetownlodge.com/oceanfront/oceanfrontcottages.htm

It's warm and wonderful. The island has 300 people on it, and every single one of them has been amazingly friendly. Mal is learning to paddle surf, and we went crabbing. We drive a boat around the island, which only takes about a half an hour to walk around. The water is so clear blue, and I'm fairly sure I've never been so well fed in all my life.

Also, seeing my tough and manly husband drinking a pink, island concoction with an umbrella in is very amusing. I love it here.

quinntaessentia: (Upwards)
In Dublin in 2001, a boy I loved turned to me and asked if I could be anywhere, where would I be right then. AT that exact moment in time, I was in an abandoned building huddled up beside that boy I loved, trying so hard to keep the warmth in. I was hungry and scared and freezing and so was he. To keep ourselves warm, I suggested that I would quite like to be somewhere in the Bahamas. Somewhere on a tiny island where everyone knows each other and it's never cold. Where everyone helps each other. A place where no one walks by you, pretending they don't see you. Where you can drink fruity drinks with umbrellas in, and eat all day long and lie in the sun and sprawl in the water.

Eight years later, that same boy, who I still love more than anything, asked me where I'd like to go for our honeymoon and my answer, strangely enough, was the same.

This is where we're staying: http://www.hopetownlodge.com/oceanfront/oceanfrontcottages.htm

It's warm and wonderful. The island has 300 people on it, and every single one of them has been amazingly friendly. Mal is learning to paddle surf, and we went crabbing. We drive a boat around the island, which only takes about a half an hour to walk around. The water is so clear blue, and I'm fairly sure I've never been so well fed in all my life.

Also, seeing my tough and manly husband drinking a pink, island concoction with an umbrella in is very amusing. I love it here.

quinntaessentia: (Made of Shadows)
You're busy and I wanted to get this down so I don't forget.

I never considered the fact that Eamon might be floundering. He's unhappy in his career and he's happy with Adrina, but he feels like he can't express that... He doesn't seem to go out as much as he used to. He doesn't have as many friends as he used to. I was too happy myself to notice that maybe he's not...

God, am I the worst brother?
quinntaessentia: (Made of Shadows)
You're busy and I wanted to get this down so I don't forget.

I never considered the fact that Eamon might be floundering. He's unhappy in his career and he's happy with Adrina, but he feels like he can't express that... He doesn't seem to go out as much as he used to. He doesn't have as many friends as he used to. I was too happy myself to notice that maybe he's not...

God, am I the worst brother?
quinntaessentia: (Made of Shadows)
I haven't been able to book in for a blood-letting because of everything else going on in this Winter Wonderland. You think they would need blood right now, but they're too busy to take it. Which means that I have a wedding in exactly thirteen days, and the joint pain is slowly creeping it's way in. Stupid genetic disease.

Someone come bleed me. I'm serious.

(Okay, not really serious, unless you're a nurse...)
quinntaessentia: (Made of Shadows)
I haven't been able to book in for a blood-letting because of everything else going on in this Winter Wonderland. You think they would need blood right now, but they're too busy to take it. Which means that I have a wedding in exactly thirteen days, and the joint pain is slowly creeping it's way in. Stupid genetic disease.

Someone come bleed me. I'm serious.

(Okay, not really serious, unless you're a nurse...)
quinntaessentia: (Naked Chest)
Mal, Deirdre and I are in Whitehead. And oh dear GOD it's slightly terrifying being back here. I'm in the room I grew up in, which my parents apparently turned in to "throw everything into it" room. Which is weird, because my parents keep everything else in the house immaculate... Anyway, Deirdre and I are going to spend the night here. My mother is trying to rope Deirdre into playing card games and Dermot is actually cooing over Deirdre's twins. Apparently I get my uterus from him. Who knew... They're actually pleased I'm marrying Mal. After years and years of not being accepted and not being allowed to have my Mal eat here while he was caring for me after I was hurt, because he was 'filth' (oh that's quoting), having their approval is pretty special.

Mal is staying at his parents' house tonight. They're actually talking and it's good. Because like hell I would have let him stay there if they weren't being kind to him. It's really encouraging. They said sorry. You know. As you should when you subjecting your child to starvation on the streets of Dublin/London for six fucking years. We went into his room and they had kept it exactly the same. It was eerie. His pictures of Velvet Goldmine and Leonardo DiCaprio (he's going to kill me for that one!) and his old guitar...some of the songs we had written together. It was...really strange. Stranger for him to know that that place existed even after they made him leave it. He'll be okay though. They all will. It was good that we came.

And by the way, we're looking at having the union performed in about three weeks because after that things get hectic for Mal, band-wise. And already I'm going to have to plan things while he's in freaking Disneyland!

Oh my god, I'm Bridezilla!! Because, let's face it, I'm certainly not the groom...
quinntaessentia: (Naked Chest)
Mal, Deirdre and I are in Whitehead. And oh dear GOD it's slightly terrifying being back here. I'm in the room I grew up in, which my parents apparently turned in to "throw everything into it" room. Which is weird, because my parents keep everything else in the house immaculate... Anyway, Deirdre and I are going to spend the night here. My mother is trying to rope Deirdre into playing card games and Dermot is actually cooing over Deirdre's twins. Apparently I get my uterus from him. Who knew... They're actually pleased I'm marrying Mal. After years and years of not being accepted and not being allowed to have my Mal eat here while he was caring for me after I was hurt, because he was 'filth' (oh that's quoting), having their approval is pretty special.

Mal is staying at his parents' house tonight. They're actually talking and it's good. Because like hell I would have let him stay there if they weren't being kind to him. It's really encouraging. They said sorry. You know. As you should when you subjecting your child to starvation on the streets of Dublin/London for six fucking years. We went into his room and they had kept it exactly the same. It was eerie. His pictures of Velvet Goldmine and Leonardo DiCaprio (he's going to kill me for that one!) and his old guitar...some of the songs we had written together. It was...really strange. Stranger for him to know that that place existed even after they made him leave it. He'll be okay though. They all will. It was good that we came.

And by the way, we're looking at having the union performed in about three weeks because after that things get hectic for Mal, band-wise. And already I'm going to have to plan things while he's in freaking Disneyland!

Oh my god, I'm Bridezilla!! Because, let's face it, I'm certainly not the groom...
quinntaessentia: (WHEE)
I'm going to get married*

Mal came home from Spain and he was all grinning and silly and happy and he said he wanted to do it soon and so we will! This doesn't mean we have a plan yet. Or, you know...any idea of when we will have one. But we have happiness. Please share it with us!

This is just...the best way to start a year, ever. And love is wonderful. And I'm so lucky.



* Or whatever!
quinntaessentia: (WHEE)
I'm going to get married*

Mal came home from Spain and he was all grinning and silly and happy and he said he wanted to do it soon and so we will! This doesn't mean we have a plan yet. Or, you know...any idea of when we will have one. But we have happiness. Please share it with us!

This is just...the best way to start a year, ever. And love is wonderful. And I'm so lucky.



* Or whatever!
quinntaessentia: (Hungover)
Did you know that when you only have one eye, you can't see 3-D movies anymore? I did not realise this and I went to see Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs today to cheer myself up and I got the glasses and sat down and I had the popcorn and the ridiculously expensive soda that my rockstar boyfriend had to pay for, and all I saw was a vaguely comedic blur.

Stupid one eyeball.
quinntaessentia: (Hungover)
Did you know that when you only have one eye, you can't see 3-D movies anymore? I did not realise this and I went to see Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs today to cheer myself up and I got the glasses and sat down and I had the popcorn and the ridiculously expensive soda that my rockstar boyfriend had to pay for, and all I saw was a vaguely comedic blur.

Stupid one eyeball.
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