Alberta Girl: Fangirling

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If I had to pick a favorite celebrity style, I would definitely pick Jennifer Lawrence. I love, love her general sense of style. Her outfits are just gorgeous. Lately I've even found myself sort of modeling some of my own outfits after hers. I was already becoming a huge fan of flowy maxi skirts, and looking at Jennifer's skirts make me love them even more.

my top six favorite jennifer lawrence outfits

Some are less modest than others, and I have elected to only post my top six absolute favorites (the red dress being on the very tip top of that list) on here. At the same time, I have yet to see her in a completely scandalous outfit, and unlike Miley Cyrus, for instance, doesn't see fit to walk around in Daisy Dukes and shredded tops.

I like how Jennifer has her own, unique look that she pulls off effortlessly. But at the same time, she doesn't go over the top, wearing outrageous clothing just to get attention, or to look "different." Her outfits are feminine, elegant and unique. (She seems to especially favor outfits like the first; a simple maxi dress, sunglasses, a bun and sandals).

Her shoes are quite tasteful too (although a few are what I call 'dangerously' high). I have yet to see her wearing a pair of shoes that I like to call hooker shoes. Sandals, wedges, flats and heels, they all go with her look and compliment it perfectly.

my top six favorite jennifer lawrence hairstyles

Her hair is always gorgeous too. She changes the styles all the time. Special ones for special appearances, updos, loose, tied back, they all loo gorgeous. None of them are scraggly or over the top, they're all beautiful and elegant. My favorite, of course, is the L.A. Hunger Games Premiere one (bottom far right). Which, by the way, I'm still trying to duplicate (sadly, without satisfactory results so far).

Jennifer Lawrence is probably one of my favorite actresses. She's talented, she's beautiful, she's funny, unassuming, and she has a great sense of style.

Who's your favorite style icon? Why?

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Some of you have asked to see my fanfictions, because some Parental Controls have blocked Fanfiction.net, for good reason. (if you know how to adjust the settings to filter out all the crap, it's a good website, but anyway) So I'm posting one entitled The Lullaby, which is my favorite. I would ask that no one copyright my work, as it took me a while to write this! :)

Synopsis: The night brings sad memories. Post Mockingjay.

I open my eyes and blink a few times, letting my eyes focus on the ceiling. It's late; the middle of the night, so why am I awake? I wasn't having one of my nightmares. As my senses start to sharpen, I feel a dull pain on my wrist. I look over to my right and my ears register the sound of quick, panicky breathing. Peeta is gripping my wrist, his eyes are closed and he's nearly hyperventilating. I sit up, my wrist still caught in his hand.

"Peeta," I whisper as gently as I can. I shake his shoulder. His grip on me just gets tighter. "Peeta!" I say a bit louder. Still nothing. I'm afraid he'll make himself sick, or have a heart attack. I start shaking him again, gently at first, but then harder and harder. "Peeta!" I shout. "Peeta, wake up!"

"Katniss!" he gives a strangled cry, hurls himself up and grabs me by my shoulders. In the moonlight I can see him looking at me, his eyes shining with pure terror. "Katniss! You have to...you...there was..." His face relaxes and he calms down, but only slightly. "Peeta," I whisper, reaching up my hand to cup his face. "It's okay. You're okay." I rub his arm gently. Peeta's breathing slows down a little bit. His grip on my shoulders lessens. His muscles are so tense, they're like wires. He's shaking uncontrollably.

"Katniss?" His voice is like a child's. Small and quiet and scared. There are tears in his eyes. "They took you from me," he mumbles. "And they hurt you. I watched them hurting you..."

"Shhhh," I whisper. I lean his head against my shoulder, and stroke his hair. "Shhh. It's okay. I'm here. I'm safe. You're safe." He's still tense, terrified. "It was just a dream."

Peeta whimpers, and starts to sob. I hold him and rock him back and forth, back and forth. But he doesn't get any calmer. Rage wells up inside me. Even though it is defeated, obliterated, I still hate the Capitol. I still hate Snow. Because even though he's dead, he's not gone, not really. He stills haunts me. He still terrifies Peeta. The Games have been over for a long time. Peeta and I have been married for four years. But we're still broken, still hurting.

Peeta has always been the strong one. Before the rebellion, he was always the one who soothed me when I cried, and held me when I felt like breaking. I needed him so badly, and still do. But now the tables are turned. He needs me, and I have to be strong for him.

"It's all right," I soothe. "Lie down, try to go back to sleep." Peeta is reluctant, but he leans back, and I hold him my arms, cradling him. I pull him up and get him to use my head as a pillow. For a while we just lie there. I caress his head gently, but he doesn't relax.

"Sing," he whispers, so quietly I can barely catch what he said. Tears start to well up in my eyes. His voice, so small and pleading, reminds me of another. I haven't sung since before the war ended. It brings back too many agonizing memories. I don't know how much Peeta remembers, but he's never, ever asked me to sing before.

But I can't say no. Not now. Not when he's like this. Peeta is all I have left, and I love him more than anything. I take a breath, slow and shaky.

Deep in the meadow, under a willow

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow

Lay down your head and close your sleepy eyes

And when again they open the sun will rise.

Peeta's eyes start to close.

Here it's safe, here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you.

Peeta's muscles relax. His breathing slows. He's falling asleep.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away

A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray

Forget your woes and let your troubles lay

And when again it's morning the sun will rise.

My body feels like lead. Peeta's breath is soft and steady on my neck. His eyes are closed.

Here it's safe, here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true,

My eyes are closing.

Here is the place where I love you.

Time passes. I don't know how long I lie there. My eyes are shut, but I can't sleep. I'm still, listening to Peeta's breathing, to the the sound of crickets outside my window.

"Katniss." I'm startled. I thought Peeta was asleep. "Yes?"

"That song...the lullaby you sang," he whispers. He swallows, struggling, trying to grasp at a memory. "You sang it for Rue, in our first Games. While she was dying. Real or not real?"

I feel a lump working its way into my throat. I take several deep, deliberate breaths. "Real."

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Random One:
I just got back from a week's vacation. In Fairmont again. Since I haven't uploaded pictures yet, you can see the previous year's, in this post.
It was nice. I decided not to ski this year, since a) it's expensive and b) I didn't really enjoy it that much. So instead, I went for lots of walks and drives with mum, after we dropped off all the males except the baby at the ski hill. We went to cafes, and gift shops, and just strolled around. We got two perfectly lovely scarves, I got a nice checkered blouse, and we drank lots of tea.
In the evenings, we went to the hot springs, because the ski passes count as a free pool pass. So we got to swim in the chemical-free pools, which was very nice.
It's funny though, last year, I wanted to stay there forever and ever. I didn't care that the villa was tiny, I just wanted to be anywhere that wasn't my house.
Now that we've moved into a place where we can all breathe, I wanted to go home. I like my new house. I like it a lot, and I didn't want to leave it.

Random Two:
I've learnt how to make gifs. Tumblr is a wonderful thing. Since I can't afford photoshop, I use GIMP, and as a result, the quality isn't as nice as I'd like to be, but I work with what I have;

I just can't afford to think like that...

If I'm gonna die, I wanna still be me.

I just love that!

I don't even like Gale, I made this for a tumblr collage

Prim, the one person in the world I'm certain I love.

May the odds be ever in your favor

I made several more THG ones, but I have no idea where I stashed them. Because I don't want you to think I'm a loser, I'll show you a non-THG related one...

Fanny snagging her dress...this was my first ever gif.

I was thinking about maybe doing a tutorial, since the one I used was super confusing and I had to improvise. Hence it took me a whole day to figure this thing out. I don't know, let me know in the comments, if you would like a tutorial!

Random Three:
I just added a Find Me (or, All Around, as it's called) slot to my menu. Time will tell if this is a wise idea. Truth to tell, I'm not even sure why I did it, it's not like I aspire to be super-famous all around the internet. But it seemed like a good idea. I don't know, what do you think?

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So I watched the last episode of Sherlock - Season 2 episode 3 last night, for the second 1/2 time. Don't judge me, and I promise I'm not in obsessing mode. Fortunately for you all, I only have room in my heart for one fangirl topic at a time, and tumblr keeps bombarding me with emotionally compromising THG stuff.

"The name is Sherlock Holmes, and the address is 221B Baker Street."

I started watching this series sometime...eh...late November? and became addicted, frantically waiting for Season 2 to come out. It did, and I watched that too. In my opinion, Season 2 isn't nearly as good as Season 1, but it comes close. Very close.

This is probably my favourite Sherlock Holmes adaptation. To be brutally honest (and I know some of you will want to have me burned for heresy) but I don't think Rober Downey Jr. is all that fantastic. Actually, he sort of creeps me out, and his British accent leaves something to be wanted. The movies are good, and I enjoyed them, but they just...aren't Sherlock Holmes.

Benedict Cumberbatch, while still a teensy bit frightening to me because of his role in Atonement, is an amazing Sherlock Holmes. He does the "high-functioning sociopath" thing perfectly. Cold, calculating and emotionless, which is what Sherlock is supposed to be. Except in the company of his only friend, Doctor John Watson, who is played by Martin Freeman.

"That...was fantastic."
"Really?"
"Yes, yes of course it was."

Martin Freeman is a great Watson. He's surprisingly tolerant of Sherlock's irritating quirks. He does lose his patience every once in a while, but eventually, the two become so close that John becomes a sort of conscience to Sherlock.

Anyway. The Season 2 finale is very emotionally painful, and I can't believe that I have to wait a whole year for the cliffhanger to be resolved. This is not to be borne. But since both Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch are only unavailable to shoot Season 3 right away because they are in The Hobbit, I can forgive them.

I spent the night after I first watched the finale, lying in my bed, weeping, and trying to come up with ways that...well I can't tell you what, if you plan on seeing it, I'll spoil it. But I was trying to figure out how to solve the cliffhanger, and that is a recipe for lack of sleep. The next day was very painful.

Right. So. Ten reason why I love this show;

It's very well done. The plots are all fantastic and lots of fun.
They show Sherlock's calculating side very well. When he looks at a person, a line of text shows up wherever he's looking, saying things like "smoker, married, date tonight, has three dogs..."
It's funny. Sherlock's heartlessness is pretty amusing at times, as well as how clueless he is about some things. Like the solar system, for example. ;)
The acting is all amazing, even the small parts (with the exception of Lara Pulver, who plays Irene Adler). I love British acting.
They incorporate little tidbits from the books, so I can go "Oh! I remember that from the books!"
The music is fun. Really fun.
It has one of the best played villains I've come across. A nice mix of crazy and flirty and devil-may-care and cold.
It's suspenseful. Don't ever watch this late at night alone in bed under your covers with your mother's iPad.
They're gripping. It's pretty much impossible to stop halfway through. Physically, yes. Mentally? Forget it.
Mrs. Hudson. Enough said.

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see what I made? ;D

Lots and lots of fangirly-ness. Basically, I've just finished reading (and immensely enjoying) The Hunger Games, and now I'm in full on fangirl mode. Yes, I know, you all adore me when I'm like this. Happy New Year. :)

It's funny, I'd been listening and reading to and about people raving and raaaving about the books, but I kind of blew them off. Meh, they couldn't be that good, and besides, everyone was reading them. I tend to steer super clear of mainstream stuff. Especially since there are a lot of Twilight fans who like The Hunger Games.

So it wasn't until I found out that they were making a movie about them that I decided to give the books a try. I researched them, made sure there wasn't anything too trashy, and watched the trailer several times. I was extremely disappointed when they weren't among my Christmas presents, but I resigned myself to the possibility that I might never end up reading them. (The library waiting list was sixty-eight people. I'd be married with children by the time they got to me.)

But then it turned out that my Grandmother sent all three of the series, but my mother forgot to put them under the Christmas tree, so I opened them two days later. And literally devoured them. I read The Hunger Games cover to cover in less that twenty-four hours. Same with Catching Fire. During these two days, I entered what I call 'full book immersion mode,' which is when I ever so slightly lose my grip on reality and think that I have to save Peeta, survive the Games, there's something important I need to do, if I've put down the book at a part where the main character is sad, I'm sad, if she's angry, I'm angry. This only happens for a few fleeting seconds, but it kind of scared me. I don't completely believe it, but a tiny part of me starts to believe that what's happening in the book is all real, and so I'll be confused for a few moments. Or inexplicably moody. (This has happened with a few books, but only once or twice)

Since this was starting to worry me, I paced myself with the last book, Mockingjay. I only just finished it this afternoon. It depressed me a little, especially how horridly Katniss treats (dear, darling) Peeta throughout the series, but never seems to really apologize. This seems to happen especially when endings are a tad depressing, because now I'm all into stalking Hunger Games trailers, staring at fan-art on Deviantart, reading fanfics, and I even started a sketch of Josh Hutcherson as Peeta.

I love Peeta. It's kind of silly, the size of my crush on him, but I really really like him. He's just so sweet, so patient, so kind, but not perfect. He's still human, so he doesn't irritate me. I don't usually like the super nice kind, but I would totally marry a Peeta.

Katniss irritates me. She's whiny, selfish and to a degree, cruel. Yes, she's had an extremely hard life. Yes, she has a small right to complain. But whining every time the author can squeeze it in gets tiresome, at the best of times.

Anyway, I just realized how ridiculously long this post with no real purpose, point or even solid topic is. Sorry, but this is definitely not one of my better posts.

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