:: bookyeti ::
Bespectacled writer, reader, sometime thinker. English teacher. Freelance writer/reviewer. Avid student of the Bible. Enigma. Computer geek. Has a penchant for the classics. Is rarely apologetic about her introverted, perfectionist modus operandi, and obsessive-compulsive bookworm idiosyncrasies. Owned by three demented indoor cats (Libby, Bebe, Pookey), a house full of books, and various anthropomorphized appliances. Has window and book fetishes. Keeps far-away friends close at heart. Loves family and 'love' itself. Easily frustrated by crowds and bad music. Struggles with hermitic tendencies and a general disdain for human nature. Churns out poems and thought oddities when she can. Talks to her cats and herself (and oddly enough, admits to it). Cheeky. Somewhat an introvert, whatsome an extrovert. Infatuated with insightful words, hopes of seeing Paris, beaches and worn pages containing abstract thoughts. Curious. Doesn't like her feet touched. Paints a little, sings more. Coy. Dances when no one's looking. Intrigued by stories of reaction with no action. Avoids confrontations like the plague. Born StarDate: -346600.89. Persona Type: Idealist Counselor (INFJ) according to Keirsey's Temperament Sorter

:: she ::
Can't seem to write about herself in the first person in these things. Is caught redesigning humor, occasionally. Appreciates the little things in life...like whales. Frequently bespectacled. Has a penchant for odd phrases. Often thinks about her mother’s late, deformed but dignified, cat. Falls down a lot, apropos of nothing. Owns a cellphone, doesn't use it, and finds this amusing. Could go months without seeing another soul and not mind it. Believes there is an applicable FarSide comic for every and any occasion. Leaves joke-telling to the pros. Starts letters and decides halfway through who they're going to. Adores the utilization of weird and wonderful words. Possesses the innate ability to insert strange accents in every day speech. Relates too much to song lyrics or morose stories about pets dying. Is a professed, albeit graceful, klutz. Can't watch animal movies (even with happy endings). Collects geeky glasses. Has found her Mr. Darcy. Gets shivers when rhapsodic. Sways and pumps fist to The Carpenters. Is hagridden about spelling. Has the tendency to utilize shameless 'Franglais'. Often returns home with art supplies. Is a staunch guard of uniqueness. Moonlights as a Mac user. Relates way too much with Amélie. Often fusses over her multitudinous music collection and the lack of reading time in the world. Wears geeky glasses when she wants to. Gets inexplicably excited when bad things happen. Commits all manner of nefarious computer deeds in midnight hours. Can't contain her tears, when visiting animal shelters. Isn't sure what the next year of her life will look like. Finds that amusing too. Fascinated by really good produce. In her spare time, Beverly enjoys a wide variety of non-sweetened breakfast cereals. And yes, she does, frequently, wear her hair in pigtails.

:: laments over ::
People. Entropy. Toast sweat. Inappropriate use of seaweed. Greasy door knobs. Dirt. Animal abuse. Old given-up towns. Doilies. Imperfection. Earwigs. Summer. Man ruining the earth. Heights. Picture opts with no camera. Mullets. Thoughts that can't be captured by words. Commercialism. Having to pick out raisins from butter tarts. Itchy tags on the back of shirts. Dogs that mooch. Leeches (both the blood-sucking beast and the human). People who take “seefood” literally. Flatulence. Dust. Divey diners and dingy corridors. Crowds.  The feeling of newsprint. Self-diagnosed hypochondriacs. Clutter. Laziness. So-called "popular" music. Flightiness and shock value. Fashion victims. The smell of worms after it rains. Mornings. Empty debates. Superficiality. Certain insects. The bitter chemically taste of celery. When people use their glass eyes as marbles. Dirty hands. June bugs. Miniature yappy mutts (esp.poodles). Greed. Porous things. Copy cats (can't handle 'em). Confabulation during a good movie or favourite song. Bad drivers. The alphabet, when belched. Ignorance and injustice. Shopping. Murphy's Law. Beans...and the effects of such, thereafter.

:: ponders ::
PEZ. Languages that she'll never learn. Gumby. Coincidences and whimsical axioms. Avocados. The truth that deep down, all of us want to talk with a French accent. Cytology. Creativity with purpose. The deep meaning of corduroy. B/W photos of indistinguishable objects, unaware faces, alleys and doorways. The periodic table. Adventures of bus drivers. Slow guitars and the quiet sting of memory. Irony.

:: elated by ::
God. The love of a good man. Autumn. Writing. Simplicity. Being 'different'. The ocean. Cats. Chevre. Tea with milk and a hint of honey. Cozy cafés. Sepia photography. The aroma of grapefruit. Solitude or one-on-one. Discovering new and scarcely known indie music. Uniqueness. Mittens. Nature. Mary Jane shoes. Easter Lilies. Fireplaces. Old stone buildings. Grapefruit. Essential oils. Window seats. M.C. Escher. Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain. Thunder and lightening storms. Soft cotton against skin. Good aromas. Hearing a favourite song unexpectedly in the strangest place. Animals with big eyelashes. Computers. Rocky Mountains. Sweet winds. Far Sides. Bubble baths. Snail mail (nothing can beat it!). English murder mysteries. Kayaking. Goat-milk soap. Falling leaves. Feather pillows. New books, old books, and any books in between. Euphemisms. Earl (grey, that is). Refreshing walks. Edward Hopper paintings. Cloche hats. The lost art of good conversation. Sea spray. Singing at high decibels. Eccentricity. Siberian Huskies. Pride & Prejudice (every thousand times I've read it). Candles. Documentaries. Postcards. My Thesaurus. Digestive cookies. Monty Python. Dancing. Chai tea. The feel of sand beneath my feet. Knowing someone loves you. Reading a book on a rainy day. Cool crisp air. Learning a new word. Libraries. Lightly-falling snow and the memories it evokes.

:: books/authors ::
Ever so many, but especially classic novels (esp. Austen, Dickens, Dumas, Hardy, Hugo, Collins, Gaskell, Bronte sisters, Forster, L.M. Montgomery), Douglas Coupland, Maeve Binchy, Agatha Christie, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle....and many more.

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