"On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose elles passent en un instant."

[nausicaa83]

To anyone who celebrates it, Happy Holiday Of Your Choice! To the new priest now living at the church just around the block, who's been playing those bells every half an hour since 6 am, I GET IT.

On Facebook I got a few Happy Easters, one Happy Spring (although with the clouds and the rain and it being April, I don't really get it), and one Happy Zombie Day, which took me fifteen seconds to understand, and made me laugh so much I'm going to re-watch the first episode of the Walking Dead to celebrate. XD

I'm in a very good mood, because this is the first time my aunt completely accepted my atheism. It was absolutely unexpected, since she previously just chose to ignore it, and I was used to my mom actually crying about it and starting fights and so on, and it happened over the phone of all places, but it was such a wonderful feeling.

I'm in a very good mood also because I stayed up late yesterday to read A Study In Winning on my Kindle, under the covers, while listening to Carla Bruni's Quelqu'un m'a dit album on my iPod (helloooo guilty pleasure) and then this morning too over English Breakfast Tea and French Bread. Talk about continental breakfast. :D I'm glad I remember more about tennis than I thought I did, and there's a sequel too! Sherlock Fanfic Writers, I love you all. ♥

On mostly-but-not-really-related news, I'm working on a Sherlock fanmix. It would be my very first fanmix, and probably only for my f-list, but I'm working hard on it. *_____*

Comments

[nausicaa83.livejournal.com]

Luckly my parents were always very supportive of gay rights. When I was little, they convinced me the polecat in Bambi was a girl, and that she fell in love with another girl polecat. There were hundreds of tiny things like that, like how they shipped Kirk and Spock when watching Star Trek with me, and only now I understand they wanted me to grow up thinking it was absolutely normal. I still remember when they had to explain homophobia to me, I was 11 or 12, and it was the weirdest thing ever. The best thing about childhood is living in this happy bubble where nothing bad ever exists in the world.

God help me, religion is such a big deal here. There's a interview with the Pope in virtually every news edition ever, and it's considered sort of normal routine for everyone to go to church every sunday. It's less about faith, and more about culture. I wish we could just lent the Vatican to other catholic countries, you know. That would be great. :D

My aunt teaches bible class at her local church school too, and yet she makes angry and loud remarks about pedophile priests everytime the Pope or some bishops say something against gays. She's really cool. *_____*

[stardust-made.livejournal.com]

I ♥ your family.:)

[nausicaa83.livejournal.com]

It was a pretty awesome family indeed.