For all that I created this journal on the fifth of November, the theme here is going to be less remembering, and more looking forward. ♥ (Not necessarily forgetting, no -- I want to hang on to the things that made me laugh, that still make me laugh when my mind wanders back -- but neither do I really want to needlessly dwell.)

The name's Jacey, but feel free to call me pretty much anything that strikes your fancy. (Current crowd favourites seem to include Fairy, Elf, and Jingles, and all of these are apt.)
Long story short, I'm basically a boho bookslut (or the hippie librarian sort, whichever you prefer). I believe that kpop helped to change my life, that Good Omens may as well be my bible, that CLAMP may or may not be stalking me (given that I am essentially the lovechild of Fai D. Flourite and Kunogi Himawari, complete with the flailing and the handclapping and the hair), that the smell of old books may just be one of the sexiest things on the entire planet, that Jung embodies how I see the world, that I would literally die without caffeine, and that animals are far more fun to hug than eat.

In real life, I work in a giant bookstore and get paid to play with toys. Literally. (This isn't actually quite as awesome as it sounds; half of my time is spent slapping ineffectively at them in a vain attempt to get them all to stop making bloody noise.) I write. I write a lot, and have ever since I was two. Also literally. Long-term goals include migrating to England, self-publishing books (and segue this into eventually running my own independent publishing company), being a professional astrologer, and finally being able to sit on my hair. (Almost!)

In the meantime, I am generally just sat upon by my three cats. ♥

(For the record, this is my NaNo synopsis: Denied a dollhouse by her parents, a young girl is given a deck of tarot cards by her aunt instead, and is told that they will help her play out stories that a dollhouse never could. These are those stories, one for every card, and this is how she became the puppetmaster or the puppeted or something in between.)



A week into NaNo, and I am already grossly behind on my wordcount (hooray, being slapped with the flu on 1st November!), but this is miraculously still okay! o/

Because

a. I did not get my nickname Pants from any sort of desire to wear pants, let me tell you (ie I am an incurable pantser...also an incurable hippie, but that is neither here nor there), and
b. I come bearing a list!

What is this list, you ask?


Shite Jacey Has Already Learned from NaNo '11!


( insert happyface here )

In my last entry, obviously, I talked about my admiration for both Gackt and CLAMP.

Then I discovered this.

And there are not enough ways in the world to say "my vagina just imploded" oh my god.

There are also not enough ways in the worlds to say "MFEO" because holy fucking shit LMFAO. I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THIS WAS JUST ONLY A MATTER OF TIME EXCEPT I WAS NEVER ACTUALLY CONVINCED THAT GACKT WASN'T SECRETLY PART OF CLAMP ALREADY... Come on, just look at Moon Child. It might as well be the Infinity arc of Tsubasa, just with less clones and more drugs. Or else Sho is just Kurofai's brain-addled buttbaby or something, good lord.

And did I mention that my vagina was imploding because um yes.

This is entirely too exciting on too many levels. There's the obvious of "holy crap a bunch of my favourite people ever are getting together to make doubly awesome shit!" and all the resulting squee that that provides. But I think I'm even more excited on a creative level -- they really are perfect for each other, the lot of them, and I can't think of anyone else whose works would synch so well.

And I am so ridiculously happy for them and so insanely excited to see where this goes. ♥