Tis Autumn

So I've been absent for a little while. Not that it's been that long at all, but so it goes.

This semester has been full of work (which one hasn't, aren't you bringing in the news darling?) and I've been swamped between that and trying to have a social life. I recently bought some tickets to go see Kimbra next month at Metro with one of my girlfriends, so that's going to be loads and loads of fun and I can't wait. Other than that I'm currently reading The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater and A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf. Tomorrow I'm meeting up with a friend in town and that'll be good fun, yes?

I've been listening to a lot of good music lately--I'm so happy that Band of Horses came out with their new album finally. They tend to be a part of my fall playlist cycle. Who else is coming out with new stuff? Also, might I add, I'm so happy it's finally sweater season. There's nothing comfier than a nice sweater with a pair of skinny jeans and thick socks or a pair of slippers.

My roommate and I are taking a study break at five to finally watch the new Doctor Who episode that came out a few hours ago, or maybe it was only one.  We don't have actual tv, and mostly watch netflix on the wii or xbox. So our Saturday version of sitting around drinking a beer or a glass of wine usually is of us congregating around my dinky little laptop and intently watching and critiquing what's happening throughout the episode. Followed by a short commentatry on what we thought of it. Although today I think we're going to be drinking tea and promptly afterwords having some peanut-butter oreos and dinner. We're heading out to a show around quarter till eight. With that said, I've been avoiding the internet since the episode aired, since they're offing the Ponds; they've been around for most of Eleven's lifespan and I'm about ready for someone new. Haha, it's a bit odd for me to be talking about Doctor Who somewhere else instead of in person with my friends who keep up with it.

Nothing much left to report. Have a lovely rest of the weekend.
xx

From 8.22.12

All I wanted the other day was cheesits and a coke. Both make me terribly sick. What a pity.

I also wanted to be lying next to somebody, close enough that our foreheads were barely touching. We would be whispering each other stories. But that's some far-fetched idea of love, something I've never and am feeling now I won't ever have.

Recently I've started a disliking for children. I'm not sure where it's come from, tiredness, annoyance. The lack of silence. Who knows.

The Air & Water show was this past weekend. All during work days they would fly up here practicing their maneuvers. I hate the sound of jets. Their turbines and sonic sound gives me this unsettling ripple in the pit of my stomach. Some brought-back fear from childhood, when all that terror struck in the second week of September. They flew by us then too, from Plattsburg. And that was so far away, but brought back the memory so close.

I read The Bell Jar in one day. It wasn't as depressing as I'd thought it'd be. It is intimate with the simplicity of letter writing-however not uneducated. That brought back horrible memories as well. Of being half insane. Whenever I get drunk and feel nostalgic, sadly philosophical I go back to those moments and always ask whomever is nearest- "What if?"

There are these yappy dogs that make me want to scream. Their voices are so high pitched.

I got really angry at myself today studying French because my handwriting wasn't neat enough.

It's been rough at work and instead of venting to people I vented here. It feels good. Off to take a shower and shave. I have to pick my mother and aunt up at the airport tomorrow. Kill joy.

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This is from a couple of weeks ago and already the mood and feeling has changed, been forgotten. Good night and sweet dreams xx

Let's Revamp this, Shall We?

Hello. I'm not very good at keeping these things up to date, tumblr is just so much easier you know? It's like you don't have to put any effort into it, just click reblog and poof! It's all done. Anyways, it's been absolutely lovely in Chicago for the past couple of weeks, and by that I mean it's cooled down from the high temperatures we had in July. It's been really great running weather, although I'm sad to see the sun setting earlier and earlier each day. Nothing much as been going on, work and general errands and such.

Here's my breakfast, just in case you'd like to see it.

The end of August is one of my favorite times of the year; maybe it's the anticipation of classes starting up again after Labor Day, the fact that fall is coming (my favorite season) and my friends are returning from their summers. My roommate is finally coming back next Sunday, which happens to be the day my mother and aunt are leaving after their short three day visit. I'm actually excited to see them, and in a way brings closure in starting the new semester.

When I was little my mother gave me the L.L Bean catalogue and told me to fold any page in half toward the spine that had a shirt or dress I wanted, or thought I'd like for the school year. And being under the age of ten, of course I just about folded every single page in the girl's section. After narrowing down the choices, she circled the item number and called in to order--which is something so odd now, considering most days we order online or go to actual shops. Which we could have very easily done, however I don't think Walmart has nearly as nice of stuff as L.L Bean does. Then two weeks later or thereabouts the UPS would drop off a box big enough for me to hide in by our barn door, and after swimming lessons or errands we would come home and open it, peel off the plastic wrappings. My mother would hold the clothes up to me to make sure they would fit correctly. I've always been small so some of them I grew into, and others just hung loose. You can't have everything. I'm really excited for them to come, I haven't seen my mother since she and my father helped Colin and I move into our apartment, and my aunt since Christmas.

Finally got new headphones.

 Well, I think that's all for today. I have to finish cleaning out the sunroom and reorganize the cleaning closet. Jane Eyre has been going rather slow in terms of reading; don't get me wrong I love it, it's wonderful and brilliant and possibly my favorite of the Brontë sisters', but I don't know. My mind is elsewhere trying to prepare for the gaggle of people who are going to be in and out of the apartment in the next week. Off to study French now, since my vocabulary is deplorable. More on the books later. Happy Sunday.

Currently reading: Jane Eyre, The Bell Jar, The Catcher in the Rye
Music of the day: Doctor Who Series Six Soundtrack, Murray Gold
Weeks left until fall semester: Just about two

Vanity, and Element of Faerie Tale

I've started reading Atwood again. Lady Oracle this time. I'm enjoying it, the frivolousness of Joan's character, her long red hair, how envious everyone is of it. Without sounding too ego-centrical, I know how that is. It's so hard for me to cut my hair, it always has been. I'm too "sentimental" as Joan put it, and in the worst possible way. It's grown so thick as I've aged and perhaps it's because three summers ago I decided it would be a good idea to cut it all off that I'm terrified of getting it trimmed. Last week I took the 22 bus up to Lakeview to get a trim, and well, I don't think two inches is a "trim" per say but hey. Everyone keeps trying to convince me that it looks alright shorter but needless to say I've worn it up more than usual.

During my hair appointment women kept walking by telling me how beautiful it was, "Don't ever color it," they warned. "I know so many people who come in here for that color and fry their hair, it ruins it. Don't ever give it away like that." "I won't," I promised, to who I'm not sure. But sometimes I want to dye it brown, an unnoticeable shade. It's so funny, moving to a city after living in the middle of nowhere for so long and subconsciously, jokingly even, wanting to blend in with everyone else. How can that make any sense? Although, I can't complain when people at the grocery store compliment me on it, or when other women say in jealous tones how they wish they could have a shade of red that blends in with every color imaginable. It's such a small, small thing that brightens my day and in the end spirals back down to a very vain concept. I can't boast for having high self-esteem but when I get a compliment I generally try to take it with good graces. I have bad hair days like everyone, but I think it's safe to say if there's one thing I do love about my body, it's my hair. Something gold, something red like south western sand.

Which brings me to the explanation of the title of this blog, as well as the whole faerie tale "thing" going on with it. Two years ago I took a class on classic story telling and analysis of children's folklore and faerie tales. "Bluebeard" and all its variants is coincidentally my favorite, it's so dark and so prevalent even in today's world, same goes for any of the others. It's so interesting, everything I'm learning now, both in classes as well as just life in general and how much these stories have influenced our world. The "elements" such as vanity, beauty and violence, are so apparent (to me at least) walking down the street, in the magazines and books we read. Television, music etc. It's a lot to absorb, but I enjoy it and feel more informed because of it.

Other than that an introduction, yes? Hello and everything, Je m'appelle Fallon or Me llamo Fallon, whichever you prefer. I'm a student in Chicago, originally from the east cost of the US, however you will find me not often mentioning that region. There's a reason it's known as District 13 (laugh). To be simple I read so so much and write every day, or at least try to. To-Do lists are the only things that keep me going and I'm trying to get back into running. Quick sum up of everything else: vegetarian, size 36 shoes (hint hint wink wink little glass slipper cough), lover of pearls, letter writing, art, literature and reading too much Hemingway this semester hasn't done me any good. That's it I suppose, for now at least. What am I going to do with this? Thoughts mostly. I have a tumblr, and I feel that's not really the place for those. Maybe I just needed this to fill the gap in facebook non-existence-ness. Off to read for tonight, I took the day off from coursework and am regretting it just a little. Hope tomorrow is sunnier/warmer. Chicago took a nose dive in weather the past few weeks after it being in the eighties for most of March. Adios, Au Revoir et al. xoxo.

Music for the day: Simon & Garfunkel, Stars, The National
Books: Lady Oracle, La Perdida, Mockingjay
Weeks left of Spring Semester: 4