mrsronweasley | On Good Self-Made Dinners.

On Good Self-Made Dinners.

I made a very nice dinner today, and am very proud. Even if I didn't get to have any of Jadis's steak. (Thrrpppbtt!) But I'm sure it was lovely nonetheless. In any case, I made chicken stir-fry with rice. It's amazing what minimal knowledge of cooking and a few good ingredients will get you. Ahhhhh...it was fun. But I still have to do the dishes. Damn.

So, after having a Bad Thing happen involving library fines, supposedly unreturned books, Sam and my pissed-off sister, I felt like I deserved a drink. So, the three of us went out and Theresa and I had a drink. We didn't mingle, or anything, we just talked, the three of us, and had a great time doing it. After we finished our drinks (well, drink...multiple because Theresa and I had them. But each only had one. I give up.) we went back to my room and continued talking, because talking with them is great - they are certainly wonderful girls, those two.

I realize this now - I am extremely selective in who I talk to. That's it. I am extremely hard to please, or impress. *shrugs* Sue me.

And, as much as I miss all the going out, dancing and whatnot, from my former life (pre-Long Island) this is good, too. I like it.

~*~

On an entirely different note, I have a silly question to ask all of you (and I mean all of you, including the lurkers, I know who you are, mwahahahahaa...). I am a very curious person, and sometimes, my curiosity gets the better of me.

So, what do you all look like?

I know what two of you look like for absolute certain, 'cause I've met you, but apart from that, I've seen a few pictures of some...but not all. And, fair's fair, you've probably seen my pictures...

So, go for it. Tell me. I want to know.

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Mmmmmm... nice food...

And hey, some of the best people I know are a bit picky about who they really talk to. Like, uh, me. LOL. And if you're having fun and like it, then that's all that counts, y'know?

As for how I look... eh. Well, you've seen the pics, heh. I'm short and blonde (which is getting darker, and my hair is now kinda fluffy round my face) and stocky and freckley. And that's about, um, it.

And cause it's not said enough, and I happen to know it's true, you are FREAXin gorgeous. It's not fair, dammit. :P

i love freckles! freckles are very cute. i'm from the north, and i'm from the east - i don't have freckles. i have pasty skin. :P but thank you! *blushes stupidly*

yes, being picky is fun, isn't it? esp. when faced with someone stupid - i will say something to you and be mean but you won't understand...mwahaha...no, really, i wouldn't do that. well, not most of the time...ummmm...i'll just go away now...

*hugs*

Well, you already know what I look like, pretty much. I think.

I agree that you're a very lovely specimin, though.

And don't feel bad about being picky. High standards are a sign of refinement, right?

yes, i do - talk, dark and handsome. :P

refinement. yes. exactly. that's a good way of thinking. not that i'm a snobby bitch, but am refined.

oooh, i like that...

You know exactly what I look like. So do I need to specify?

~ami~

yes, i need detailed descriptions, dammit! mwahahahahaha... juuuuuuust kidding... ;)

I am glad you have cooked and enjoyed the cooking. I think cooking in a place is a really big step to making it feel like home, don't you think? It's something that really helps to...to...well, yeah, make it your own:-) How's the food over there in general? Is it very dorm-ish? Is it very Brit-ish? Do tell!

As to what I look like...well, I'm emailing you a picture of me in a group, though I don't have any of me by myself. I'm rather tall, semi-Jewish looking, brown hair, green-blue eyes, tanned skin. I'm devastatingly handsome:-) Mwa ha ha. But Siriusly...I like to think I could pass for Remus:-) Take that as you will.

Love you...take care and keep us updated!

well, there really is no dorm food, so it's whatever i make. it's good. expensive, but luckily i get stipend cheques, so it works out. :P in fact, i'm going shopping today...and i am planning on buying a scone and eating it in your honor. i already have earl grey (as if i could survive without it, ha!) (should i start writing 'honour'?)

ah, yes - your picture. i loved it, like i said in the email, you all just look so friggin' happy, it's great! and you look really really happy, which is wonderful, and really really cute, which is wonderful too, hehehehee... *mwah!*

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Ni! Bad Ni, bad Ni - you need to stop this. I'm sure you're not ugly, in fact, I'm sure you look great. And short is not a bad thing - really! (LOL, now I just have to believe that...hehhe) Seriously, I like short women. They're cute. They are! The only downside is that when you're lost in a sea of people, no one can see you. The difference that my tall shoes made during my high school career was staggering. All of a sudden, people weren't walking into me. It was a nice feeling, for a change...

*hugs*

Liz, dear, you rock no matter what you do. Hard to please or not. I'm like that, too, and people mistake it for coldness or whatnot. No, I say, it just takes a lot to impress me. And if you don't imprress me, you probably piss me off. And if you piss me off, well, I don't want to talk to you. So scram, MacCockburn.

As for what I look like? Completely nondescript. Short blonde hair. Green eyes. Glasses. Average height. Too heavy. Large chest. And, somehow, cute as all get-out despite it all.

You've seen pictures, I think?

No, I say, it just takes a lot to impress me. And if you don't imprress me, you probably piss me off. And if you piss me off, well, I don't want to talk to you. So scram, MacCockburn.

LOL. You are hysterical. I especially enjoyed the 'MacCockburn'. Was that supposed to be dirty, or is it just me?

And yes, I have seen the picture - where you're HIDING BEHIND A HUGE BIG SOMETHING! You're evil. But what I saw of you was very cute! And green eyes are the best, really. I've come to that conclusion. Green eyes are gorgeous.

Yep, it's a viewfinder-- one of those things where you put in a quarter and you get, like, 20 seconds to get a closer look at what's around you? One of those tourist-y things? Yeah.

One day I will find a picture that a) I like and b) is unobstructed, so you will know just what I look like. That, or you can come visit when you're back from England. Heh heh heh.

MacCockburn is, apparently, a legit Scottish last name. It's also my insult/sign-in name/away message of the moment. I'm so easily amused.

oh, so am i! i feel so sorry for the poor sods with that surname. yikes. but it is amusing.

yeah, the viewfinder. except it shouldn't work as a viewblocker, you see. and, yes, either one sounds fine - in fact, the second option is even more appealing. :) and hell, it's not like you live far...

Congratulations on cooking! I can only make scrambled egg and trout so that's what i'm planning to live off as a student!

I'm shortish with kind of long ginger hair, in the sun it's very coppery/red in the winter it's practically brown. Brown eyes, quite pale skin. That's about it really.

i cannot tell you how quickly you will learn to hate scrambled eggs and trout. hehe. cooking isn't really that difficult - you just have to learn the basics, and then wing the rest of it. works like a charm. :)

oooooh, i love hair like that... i really want red hair, but alas, as much as i look like my grandmother (and i do), that is the one trait she didn't pass on to me. i dye it sometimes, but it just isn't the same. so, red hair and pale skin? i know of at least one person that would drool over that (*coughsamcough*) hehe...

5ft 5in, blonde hair, blue eyes, 8st 6lbs (don't know what that is in American or European money). And now you *really* know all my boring secrets!

Carol, reporting for delurking duties again...
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good work, soldier. :P

you sound quite lovely. :)

mwahahaha, it's all part of my evil plan, to know all of your secrets. there is still one thing i don't know. are you finished yet?!?! stop tinkering, woman! er, but, um, no pressure, or anything... really.

You know, somewhere after the 60s, I think cooking got to be too much of a hassle to pass down to children. Or something. My culinary skills pretty much begin and end with Mac and Cheese out of a box. (Although it could just be me, since my fiance can actually (and usually does) cook and his old roommate is going to school to become a chef...)

In any case, I made chicken stir-fry with rice.

Despite the fact that it's only nine in the morning, that sounds soooo good. Being able to cook is one of those good skills to have because it's a hell of a lot cheaper (not to mention healthier) than eating out all the time. X_x

and I mean all of you, including the lurkers, I know who you are, mwahahahahaa...

*lurk, lurk, lurk* you know, when you put it that way, it almost seems creepy. ^-^;; I like to think of lurking as "testing the waters"...it's a way to see what's up before I stick my foot in and make a dork of myself...(although, that seems to happen a lot anyway...go fig.)

As to what I look like: 5'9", 120 pounds, curly jaw-length red hair, glasses, blue eyes, and surprisingly enough, not very many freckles. I'm living in the midwest right now, so my skin is going into it's normal white pasty-ness for the winter since I don't frequent the cancer (tanning) beds here in town.

And yeah, I've probably randomly babbled at you enough for one morning. *sweatdrops*

i am all for rambling. rambling is good. it is. see? heh.

ah, yes, the pastiness - know what that's like (*coughrussianjewcough*). sometimes i feel like i'm so pale, i actually blind people during sunny days, as i deflect light so well. well, whatever. it's not like we can choose otherwise. :-P you have read hair, too? can i borrow some?

yes, cooking is so good. good for the soul as well as stomach - not a lot of things are both, you know. and it's not as hard as i originally thought...which is nice. mac and cheese sounds good, though. i love cheese. it's a weakness, much like chocolate and slash. right up there with slash. that's saying something...

Yes, I've seen your pictures and you are a very nice young lady. :) Me? Nothing unusual - eyes blue/grey most of the time - sometimes green, light-brown hair with a little red (at least at the moment ;) and 1,60 m. That's all, I think.

"And, as much as I miss all the going out, dancing and whatnot, ... this is good, too. I like it."

Glad to read that and thanks for your kind email. :)

oh, no problem! :) and your eyes can't decide on their color, either, huh? i know how that is. their mood depends on what day of the week it is. or maybe on the phase of the moon. i've given up trying to figure it out. :-P

Oh, your eyes seem to be "complicated" my are much "easier" - they are only green if I'm very relaxed or if I can tease somebody. :)

Your cooking sounds great! I love stir-fry. Believe me, cooking gets to be even more of a hassle as you get older--yet another reason I don't have kids. It would mean that I'd actually have to cook semi-nutritious meals on a regular basis instead of resorting to Frosted Flakes for breakfast, Cheerios for lunch and Cocoa Puffs for dinner.

Bleccchhhh! As you well know, reservations are my favourite thing to make for dinner.....

As far as looks, well, you've seen me, dear. Short (5'), almost waist-length red hair, grey-green eyes, glasses, disturbingly small feet, somewhat pale complexion. Pretty non-descript and boring in a nerdy sort of way. Certainly nothing that would attract the likes of a certain couple of men that I adore. ::sigh::

However, at the moment I am wearing a mega-watt smile, all due to the new and lovely icons you made for me!!! ::hugs::

you crack me up! on the one hand, it's too bad that don't have kids, because they're missing out on a very cool mom, on the other...heheheheheehhee... and i think you get enough grief with little miss imp from hell, anyway!

and i think your little feet are adorable. they really are little, i actually remember thinking that. awwwww... miss you! *hugs*

::giggles:: Yes, according to my neighbour Nick, I'd be "the coolest mom ever" since I don't give a hang about most conventions. However, I'm relatively sure that it would also mean that my kid would be a totally pierced, tattooed, snarky Goth atheist that would throw my family into violent fits. Either that or he/she would be some completely straight-laced, country club attending, tennis playing, Bible-beatin' Republican wanna-be that would would throw *me* into violent fits.

Either way, I'm pretty sure that I'm doing the world a favour by keeping my DNA out of the genetic pool. On the other hand, if Alan or Ralph begged me to have his child, I'd be picking out maternity clothes in a nanosecond.....

Ahhhh, my feet. I think most people do notice them, actually. When you wear a size 2 in children's shoes, it's kind of hard *not* to notice. While I'm sure that I would have been right in style in the Imperial court of China a few centuries ago, it's not exactly the height of fashion to be an adult wearing patent leather Mary Janes with bows on the toes. >_

I'll get back to you on that earlier comment. Just as soon as I can get home. =)

So, what do you all look like?

I'm a touch overweight. Bleah. My eyes are this greyish-bluish sort of colour. My hair is just about to my shoulder blades, and it's dark brown-to-black and curlier than thou. Entirely tangled mess sometimes, but I'm getting used to it =)

I'm probably around 5'6", 5'7", so pale it used to be a joke between a friend of mine and myself that I was bait to be put out to lure the vampires. Oh, yeah and I wear glasses.

Hmm. I found a picture (http://goddessdream.digitalrice.com/images/ontario2000/tmountie.jpg) of me from about two years ago. I'm a little thinner now, but not by much. Bah. Hiss.

~MT

you just look so cute and cuddly! and you look like someone who giggles a lot, though i'm not sure why. i like that. it's a happy picture. :) and you have hermione hair! hehehe...

you deflect light, too, huh? damn us white people. :P

I'm ...*sobs*... curly :)

I wanted to add you're my hero of the day! Just read your (great) last fic on SBRL (Treacherous) and Remus and I share a birthday! Wheeee! Made my day, seriously lol

i love your hair, by the way. i love curly. probably because my hair is so straight. heh.

and i'm very glad to have given remus the honor of sharing your birthday. ;) hope yours is happier than his!

I am not anonymous. I am Zsenya. But I don't have a Live Journal account. I just found this! Woohoo! It was through a link you sent me, heh heh. An AWESOME link. I can't wait for more!

I will tell you what I look like, because I like answering questionnaires, and it is sort of like a questionnaire. 36-21-36. No, just kidding. I am 1/4" shy of being the tallest girl in my family (5'6 3/4"). I usually weigh 139 lbs. I have dark, curly hair with a white streak in the front. Only right now, since my hair was just CHOPPED, it's more like a white feather, or... dare I say... it's like a... QUILL. Yes, a lovely, sugary quill. My boyfriend's mother constantly tells me that I'm a "winter" (read "Color Me Beautiful" and you'll find out what that means). I wear glasses.

Enough about me! I love this journal! I will read it weekly so that I can live vicariously through Mrsronweasley as she spends her exciting year in an exotic locale.

AROOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

A Quill, eh? Well, 'tis only appropriate! And no, you are not anonymous at all. They all tremble before you. The name Zsenya evokes such awe and fear that no one shall ever forget it!

Umm. Or something. Hi. :)

Winter - ha! That makes me think of Bridget Jones and her mother (*shudder*). Well, it's almost winter here...no, not really, because it's still October. And it'll never be true winter here, I'm sure. I should know. Winter and I have talked on many an occasion when schools were cancelled in Russia because it was too cold. So, what did everyone do? Went ice skating, of course!

Whoa. How did I get there? Ah, nevermind. It's 7:30am and I am soon off to London! Whooohooo!

tonight I had peas and corn for dinner, feel better?

Okay you want a description... here it is. This is grotesque.

Siting alone in her cramped study, surrounded by countless creased and battered books, empty water bottles, overflowing ash trays, half finished sketches and coffee tins with hundreds of paint brush handles sticking out of them, with the Clash's "This is England" playing far too loudly on a set of cheap crackling computer speakers, Jadis contemplates how to describe herself. It is obvious that she has no real notion of how to go about this. Her light, topaz blue eyes, the color of the sky on those hot summer mornings of long forgotten youth, when you could take the time and still had the inclination to simply spend the hours laying on the grass, feeling the delicate blades scratch along your bare skin and watching the sky obscured by the heat haze raising off the black top, are trained on the blank computer screen. With sturdy, inelegant hands, broad palms and short cropped nails giving the impression of strength and dependability, which is silently undermined by the tracing of old scars across her knuckles, a tragic testament to a violently misspent youth she haltingly types a few words, as Mick Jones declares "I've got my motorcycle jacket but I'm walking all the time".

She runs her hand through her long, flowing hair, which is a color somewhere between the rich brown of butterscotch pudding made with far too much milk and the harsh yellow of chamomile tea left to seep too long or the color of good single malt scotch flowing slow and gentle over the taut, pale stomach of a man far too young and sweet for her to be licking the rich booze from the fine hairs trailing down from his navel, and falls lank and straight to the middle of her back, the split ends, left from a year without a trim, clearly visible. The only curve or curl to the weighty, silken mass is in front of her sculpted, shell like ears, covered with miniature scars from a multitude of piercing but which obviously have not seen a single hoop, let alone the old spikes and safety pins which adorned them in years long gone, where the dark-honey-golden hair is trapped into a small ringlet by the wire frame of her glasses (I am going to hell for that sentence alone... but wait it gets worse!). she quickly deletes the few words she had and lights a Marlboro light 100 in frustration.

As the song changes to the slow melody of Elvis Costello's "I want you", she stands to empty one of the many ashtrays, in a vain attempt to try and not start a small fire in her quietly chaotic sanctuary of a study. As she stands she adjusts her midnight blue, hoodie sweat shirt, which offers the warmth, comfort and security of the womb and gently protects her and her well loved Strangers in Paradise (copyright Terry Moore) t-shirt from the chilly, autumn rain she faced earlier that day on her way to a doctor appointment. She pulls the waist of the sweatshirt over down over her jeans, faded from time and industrial power laundry machines, which hang loose on her plump frame giving her an appearance of slovenliness that is only enhanced by the way one of her pant legs is half caught on the top of her garishly flowered combat boots, which make her over large feet look more befitting of a circus clown than an unemployed classicist but give the only true outward sign of her fun yet, often ridiculous personality.

As she moves directly under the light, her skin takes on the look of moonlight bathing an altar of ancient marble tinted pink from years beyond count of divine love and blood sacrifice, making the pink in her cheeks take on a gory aspect. She settles her body, all soft curves and malleable flesh, with none of the harsh angles or sharp lines found in the forms of thinner women, into her desk chair with one knee curled up almost to her chin and finally types.

"I'm 5'6", doughy, with long dark blond hair and have blue eyes and pale Irish skin"

hehehehe... I have no idea why I just wrote all of that. you have no idea how hard it was to work the pudding in there. really, no part of me is pudding colored, but it had to happen.

But I think there is something about the scotch visual that I liked ;)

well, have fun in London.

XO,
Jadis

Marry me.

::swoon::

I thought you'd never ask!

hehehe... see, object lesson here kiddies, if you use really bad grammar, overbearing language and ridiculously extended metaphor you get all the chicks.

and because of you and that picture you just used, I just bought the Wilde dvd. haven't watched it yet, but I'll let you know what I think.

XO,
J

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