This isn't a diary, not in the accepted sense of the term.

I've no intention of sitting down dutifully each day to record tedious details of what I had for breakfast, what gown I ordered from my seamstress, and who said what to whom in the course of rehearsals. It's surely the height of vanity to assume anyone will want to read about your petty, unimportant little life a hundred years from now. I don't want anyone to read this document ever, for if they do, I'll surely be locked up somewhere out of harm's way and people will go around shaking their heads and saying: "Poor Christine, such a shame, but of course I always had my suspicion she wasn't right in the head--never had her feet on the ground, you know, even as a young girl."

No, this isn't a diary.

-Christine Daae, 1881



I think that quote pretty much speaks for itself.

For those of you who don't me, why are you reading this LiveJournal? Get the hell out of here, if you please.

For those of you who do know me, good one on ya for finding my LJ. But you may be quite disappointed if you expect daily posts. My posts are up when the whim takes me to write one, which may or may not be common, most likely depending on the temporal proximity of a reenactment.

Did you get any of that? Yes? No?

Moving on.

Tonight's just my introductory post. I will offer you a caveat, this is probably the most controlled and sane my posts will be. Ramblings are my specialty. I will, however, attempt to begin or end every entry with a quote or word I found interesting. Why? Because I want to, of course.

And I should probably get to bed before this post turns into a long schpiel of nonsense.

Nighty-night.