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ionaonie: This is how it works: Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and than pass out letters to those who want to play along. I have been given the letter J.
1. Jack - since I'm talking about Stargate with Iona on msn, this seemed like a good one to start with :) Jack O'Neill, of Stargate. God, I love that show. The characters in that show feel like my friends, to me - I've spent so much time with them, I know the ins and out of their personalities and pasts, I get so invested in their smallest actions and interactions. It's a show that means a lot to me, something I can fall back on when I'm feeling low, because it makes me so happy every time I watch it, even the bad seasons. (Die, Super!Sam, and Jack/Sam, die!) I mean, obviously, Jack/Daniel just makes me super happy, but the whole show is like a sort of anchor for me, something I can touch base with every now and again. (I also love Jack from Lost, but that's another story.)
2. Juice - I drink something like six or seven cartons of juice by myself every week. I love juice. I really, really love juice. When we don't have any I crave it. I only drink apple juice or orange juice in general, occasionally I'll have something different, but... juice!
3. Josh - God, he was an asshole. But I thought he was fantastic. He was my first crush, and he was smart and funny and tall and an asshole. And even when I saw him again four years later, before I realised it was him I thought 'He's really attractive,', then it clicked and I thought 'God, I still find him attractive?' I guess sometimes people are just your type, even when they're real cocks. And apparently he might be gay, too. Dammit.
4. Jasper - the wonder dog! He's both very smart and very silly. And I love him beyond all sense and reason. He has serious separation anxiety, demands constant attention, needs a bath every time we go for a walk because he walks straight through the mud, and is generally gorgeous.
5. Job - I've not really been trying that hard to get a job, to be honest. I've been half-heartedly trying, because I need the money but I'm doing a lot of fannish things being at home alone all day. I have a lot of DVDs to watch, and books to read, and... but I like working. I do. I like having a reason to get up in the morning, and being productive. Even if it's just receptionist work for a week. (I'm getting £275, so I'm not complaining.)
6. January - possibly my least favourite month. It's cold and wet and it was January by the time that I finally gave in to depression last year. To be honest, if I could have kept on repressing my feelings about Mum forever, I would have, because though it was very cold it was very clear, to be in the place where I didn't have to feel anything. Everything was so... obvious and straightforward. Logical. I like logical. Mathematics was like art, one follows the last follows the last... beautiful, in its own fucked-up way, I suppose. January was when the anger came back.
7. Jokes - my sense of humour is somewhat out of whack with most of the local population. I blame my Yorkhire dad - me and Lucy both inherited his sense of humour, which can sound cruel but is actually affectionate. People who've never been exposed to it (ie purebred Southerners) often feel offended by it. But really, it's because we love you. For instance, my sister's friend Fran was telling her about this foreign guy who always called her Flan. My sister said, 'Isn't that another word for tart?' (Fran, being from Yorkshire, loved this, but I'm sure others were recoiling in horror.)
8. John - my character from The Mourning Tree, not from Stargate Atlantis, though I love him with all the energy of a thousand suns :D Sometimes I think I love him even more than Toby. I swear that my writer's block is because he's not in this segment. He just has so much to offer emotionally, even though he keeps it hidden away. And he's in a lot of pain, not just from his bullet wounds but from the way he got them. (I'm not going to tell you, you'll just have to keep reading when I eventually keep writing.) He feels very real to me, like a fully-formed person in my mind, whereas Toby seems more malleable, is sometimes too much like me and too angry to act the way I meant him to. He keeps trying to be more forthright than he 'is'. Stupid Toby, when will you learn that I could do anything to you I want to if you try and defy me?
9. Joy - is something I probably overimagine, to the point of having expectations that are too high. I imagine things that I think will make me happy, and then when real life doesn't live up to it I am sad. I need to be more realistic, I think, sometimes, but other times I think that I need my imagination to live.
10. And because I ran out of other things, Jeans - I'm really picky about jeans. And I hate it when they wear out, because then I have to try and find a new pair I actually like. I had a favourite pair of jeans that I wore for something like five years until the knee wore all the way through, and I realised that there were worse places to come. But I still haven't thrown them away. They're still in my room.
ionaonie: This is how it works: Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and than pass out letters to those who want to play along. I have been given the letter J.1. Jack - since I'm talking about Stargate with Iona on msn, this seemed like a good one to start with :) Jack O'Neill, of Stargate. God, I love that show. The characters in that show feel like my friends, to me - I've spent so much time with them, I know the ins and out of their personalities and pasts, I get so invested in their smallest actions and interactions. It's a show that means a lot to me, something I can fall back on when I'm feeling low, because it makes me so happy every time I watch it, even the bad seasons. (Die, Super!Sam, and Jack/Sam, die!) I mean, obviously, Jack/Daniel just makes me super happy, but the whole show is like a sort of anchor for me, something I can touch base with every now and again. (I also love Jack from Lost, but that's another story.)
2. Juice - I drink something like six or seven cartons of juice by myself every week. I love juice. I really, really love juice. When we don't have any I crave it. I only drink apple juice or orange juice in general, occasionally I'll have something different, but... juice!
3. Josh - God, he was an asshole. But I thought he was fantastic. He was my first crush, and he was smart and funny and tall and an asshole. And even when I saw him again four years later, before I realised it was him I thought 'He's really attractive,', then it clicked and I thought 'God, I still find him attractive?' I guess sometimes people are just your type, even when they're real cocks. And apparently he might be gay, too. Dammit.
4. Jasper - the wonder dog! He's both very smart and very silly. And I love him beyond all sense and reason. He has serious separation anxiety, demands constant attention, needs a bath every time we go for a walk because he walks straight through the mud, and is generally gorgeous.
5. Job - I've not really been trying that hard to get a job, to be honest. I've been half-heartedly trying, because I need the money but I'm doing a lot of fannish things being at home alone all day. I have a lot of DVDs to watch, and books to read, and... but I like working. I do. I like having a reason to get up in the morning, and being productive. Even if it's just receptionist work for a week. (I'm getting £275, so I'm not complaining.)
6. January - possibly my least favourite month. It's cold and wet and it was January by the time that I finally gave in to depression last year. To be honest, if I could have kept on repressing my feelings about Mum forever, I would have, because though it was very cold it was very clear, to be in the place where I didn't have to feel anything. Everything was so... obvious and straightforward. Logical. I like logical. Mathematics was like art, one follows the last follows the last... beautiful, in its own fucked-up way, I suppose. January was when the anger came back.
7. Jokes - my sense of humour is somewhat out of whack with most of the local population. I blame my Yorkhire dad - me and Lucy both inherited his sense of humour, which can sound cruel but is actually affectionate. People who've never been exposed to it (ie purebred Southerners) often feel offended by it. But really, it's because we love you. For instance, my sister's friend Fran was telling her about this foreign guy who always called her Flan. My sister said, 'Isn't that another word for tart?' (Fran, being from Yorkshire, loved this, but I'm sure others were recoiling in horror.)
8. John - my character from The Mourning Tree, not from Stargate Atlantis, though I love him with all the energy of a thousand suns :D Sometimes I think I love him even more than Toby. I swear that my writer's block is because he's not in this segment. He just has so much to offer emotionally, even though he keeps it hidden away. And he's in a lot of pain, not just from his bullet wounds but from the way he got them. (I'm not going to tell you, you'll just have to keep reading when I eventually keep writing.) He feels very real to me, like a fully-formed person in my mind, whereas Toby seems more malleable, is sometimes too much like me and too angry to act the way I meant him to. He keeps trying to be more forthright than he 'is'. Stupid Toby, when will you learn that I could do anything to you I want to if you try and defy me?
9. Joy - is something I probably overimagine, to the point of having expectations that are too high. I imagine things that I think will make me happy, and then when real life doesn't live up to it I am sad. I need to be more realistic, I think, sometimes, but other times I think that I need my imagination to live.
10. And because I ran out of other things, Jeans - I'm really picky about jeans. And I hate it when they wear out, because then I have to try and find a new pair I actually like. I had a favourite pair of jeans that I wore for something like five years until the knee wore all the way through, and I realised that there were worse places to come. But I still haven't thrown them away. They're still in my room.
