But I hear them singing in French. Because I have fallen over head and ears in love with Les Miserables. Went and read the Brick; am now listening to the concept album; just spent an hour and a half in the shower singing "A La Volonte du Peuple" over and over in various keys with the lyrics taped to the (glass) door. Of course, all this may have been foretold by the miles of LM art I have been adding to my faves of late on here.

I am determined to know every line and note in the English. Keep meaning to get the 3-disc symphonic recording (reportedly weak Cosette or not), but am thwarted by homework and other things. No matter, I'll get it one day. Meanwhile I continue to find art and learn lyrics and read delightfully witty fanfics. And come up with nicknames for each of the barricade boys. And, in the case of last night, determine the most apt flowers to represent their personalities in a bouquet. My little Jehan, for instance, would have peonies (bashfulness, but also bravery in Japan), bluebells (constancy), marjorams (blushes), red chrysanthemums ("I love") and persimmons ("bury me among nature's beauties"). I'm quite endeared to the poet of the Amis, as you can see. Grantaire is still my favorite, that lush thrush, but Jehan is second in line. Or is it the other way round...

Oh, I said all I had to say a long time ago. But really, becoming a Mizzie is the most exciting thing going on in my life right now. A certain magnificent fanfiction called "A Passion for the Absolute" inspired me to draw that recent picture of my red-gowned, cardinal-winged Heart soaring to the stars in delight a few days back. That's how I feel a lot right now.

So I'm off to keep transposing ALVdP from key to shining key, pardonnez-moi...

~Tinsel