Sundays are always a bother. Although I am a faithful Christian and do bestow all my gratitude to the Lord Almighty, I think the Sabbath kind of silly. To be unable to call on friends, or receive visitors; to be unable to visit shops; no house calls for doctors are all silly in my mind. Not that I am opportune to those things anyway. (Upon further refection, I am wondering what Mr. Collins would have to say on this little speech. It would be most amusing to hear his thoughts).
Today was spent idly listening to Mr. Collins preach from Fordyce for the better half of the day. Unfortunately he did not preach on the social regulations regarding Tumblr, since that is the only thing I need an education from him on. As per usual Sundays, Mother invited the Collins’ to dine with us this evening. They had the most delicious looking ham I’ve ever seen, but of course with my condition, and my new regiment of prescriptions, I was limited to some cold soup and a special type of cracker.
Speaking of my condition, I seem to be getting better. This plague has struck me since I can remember; I have always felt tired, woozy, and faint at times. But I can feel a change that is from my new regiment of medicines. The combination of exotic smelling salts, the special ingredients in my soup and crackers, and a new ‘excersize’ plan have given me a spring to my step and a more brilliant complexion. My doctor has even mentioned that if the medicines are continuously applied, my symptoms may be stopped completely! I have heard this before, however, so I shall not get my hopes up.
Tomorrow is Hallows Eve. Mother has been anticipating this holiday (she has spoke at length with Mrs. Collins about the origins of the gothic genre and its themes throughout literature) and I daresay it has been rubbing off on me. I find myself with an inkling to reading what might be considered ‘dark’ novels of late. However, as far as the disguises that some adorn themselves with on Hallows Eve, I have not decided yet. Mother is holding a large dinner party tomorrow, so I shall have to pick before then. I have a black masquerade mask that my mother had bought some years ago for Hallows Eve, and since most of my attire are dark in colour, it would match almost anything. I could pair it with a black shawl and maybe adorn my face with false imperfections, and go as a witch. I think that might work nicely.
Journal, there is something that bugs me. With all of these new acquaintances on tumblr, I feel as if they approach me with caution. I think it is because I am the daughter of Lady Catherine de Bourgh, and that frightens them (to be honest, my mother scares me as well, so they cannot be blamed). But there is something that my loyal followers on tumblr should know. Although some things are bound to be passed from mother to daughter, I do not think everything has in this case. Unlike my mother, I aim to please everyone, I am quiet, I have a gentle demeanor, and I am welcoming to everybody who gives me a chance. Those things I do have in common with my mother is that I can hold grudges easily, I take pride (although I do not think it ill-placed) in my accomplishments, mainly reading, netting, sewing, embroidery, painting, philosophy, and knowledge of history, and like so many in our time, I judge people based on their past conduct. I do not think people know this side of me. I am much too shy to ever forthright come out with these sentiments. But I have had an incredible amount of time to reflect on these matters.
I will bid you farewell Journal, as I have yet to discover what treasures Tumblr holds for me today, but with one small thing I have noticed. Everyone on tumblr seems to ADORE my cousin, Mr. Darcy! I know he is everything that is good in a man, but the amount of admires he has is astounding! I am glad I am not in Elizabeths position, for I am sure I could not handle that much attention on my partner!
Until next time,
Anne.
