And the award, for Best Compliment of the Year goes to...

My classmate in History class!

::crowd cheers/wipes tears away::

I was wearing my fabulous headband with a bow on it, in history class today. My seat neighbor turned to me and touched the bow.

"I love this."
"Huh?" I replied.
"This," touching the bow again, "I love it."
"Oh, the bow."
"It's so Jane Austen."


I giggled and told her how I found it at at the fantastic and trashy Forever 21 accessories store, and that it was so cheap and I had one in gray as well. She was impressed.

When she came back from having her cigarette, I opened my laptop screen to show my background of Mr. Darcy. It was still up from the previous week when I had a heated discussion over the newest incarnation of Mr. Darcy, and how he was inferior to the A&E+BBC version.

"Oh, I love him!" She squeaked.
"Me too! Isn't this the greatest picture of him?"

The conversation jumped to ludicrous speed from that point and only every 5th word was discernible, "Jane Austen... favorite... Mr. Darcy... Squee!... Special Edition... Me too!... Squee!... Emma?... YES!... Squee!... Sunday Afternoon... hors d'oeuvres... prosciutto... Squee!... isn't it always red wine... cheese snob... Gouda ::chuckle::... Jane and Lizzy... Squee!" until class started again.

My neighbor on the other side leaned over and asked "Do you sometimes have your lap top open, just to look at him?"

"I plead the fifth."