I'm a writer, or at the very least, I try to be. I sometimes draw and I'm fairly horrible at it; I don't really care though ;D
I'm an origami afficiando. I regularly research diagrams and instructions. I'm not good enough to make my own patterns/designs, althogh I plan to get there one day.
I sew; I started learning how to hand stitch when I was four years old, and took sewing classes in high school. I stopped for a while. Recently I've been drawing out ideas and working on fixing up my - now - sloppy stitchwork. I am nearly finished a petite plushie character from a comic/idea/show of mine and a friends, named Jo Anne.
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Dya and I had a talk. We...talked. And we're over whatever it was, and it was natural, and I'm HAPPY. We're friends on fb, which is a step. We'll be friends again, I think. Not the same as before, not all consuming. Which is great. I really missed her.
We needed me getting drunk and being bold to figure this out. I'm so...so happy. THIS ENTRY IS PUBLIC, AND IT'S KIND OF AN INSIDE JOKE ;D
Yarr. Anyway. I'm glad. I post a lot about weird stuff, huh? I plan on doing dishes tomorrow, and sleeping in. Spencer can rest in is kennel. I'll walk 'em when I get up.
Also: I noticed a scratch in my counter today, I am not impressed.
My ipod headphones are missing. I have the new shuffle, they won't work with other headphones. I want to curl up and cry like a little baby. I have a story of my life written under the cut. Those of you familiar with my posts will know that I mean, I've written my day out in a story format.
Well, this one is a bit longer than a day, but important. It's one of the reasons I'm so conflicted and effed up. I want to crawl into a hole and die, and just never...ever...come out.
I signed into my ff.net hotmail account, and I had loads of reviews and favorites and...
It's just not the same. I can't squee about them with her. That was our fandom, and I feel like I don't belong anymore, now that she's not there.
I don't know what to do. I don't miss her often, but right now I do. I wish I could go back to her being in my life, even though we got into so many fights. I want to watch episodes with her, and I want to make up stories with her.
Rating: T for Teen – due to language and suggestive themes.
Summary: When Dark Wizards rise again, wreaking havoc across the world, the BAU is called in to find out what exactly, is going on. Old members of Dumbledore’s Army are forced to join with the group of muggles, in order to stop the worst thing alive since the destruction of Lord Voldemort.
AN: This is an AU that I thought up while talking with my friend, xohedleyox . In this ‘verse, the Epilogue Children don’t exist, and the Harry Potter cast is roughly the same age as Spencer, JJ, and Emily.
She just called me. Been unpacking all day. She...Wow. Just hearing her voice, I burst into tears. I was like sobbing. "I MISSED YOU SO MUCH. SO MUCH STUFF HAPPENED. DON'T EVER LEAVE ME AGAIN!"
She was all "I MISSED YOU TOO, AND I GOT YOUR TEXT. I TOOK A BAJILLION PICTURES FOR YOU. AND I ALMOST STEPPED IN BEAR SHIT."
Then I started talking about all the stuff that happened while she was gone and really? As much as talking to you all has honestly helped me (i love you all so much!) telling her, because she KNOWS the people, made everything a hundred times better. I laughed about it, got upset about it, and Kayla just responded to my reactions, the way she does and it doesn't hurt so much anymore. It's amazing what she can do for me, with just an explosion of laughter.
I'm so glad she's back. Justin called on his break, so she had to go, but she IS going to call me back and we're going to finish. And tomorrow, she'll be here, and everything will be right again. Man I love my Kayla @_@
My dad told my aunt that he`s coming here in three weeks. In three weeks, I`ll my at my other aunt`s Condo, living with her cats, taking care of them while she`s gone. My father will come here, to my house - if he actually shows up - and I don`t know if I should come home to see him.
My aunt Kathy says I should give the old man a chance. He`s getting old, he has time to think of his regrets. He`s already ruined his relationship with my brother, but I`m still young enough to fix it.
Mom likes to tell me I`m a heartless bitch, but I think I`m going to give him a chance.Not for me. I`m content to never see him again., BUt for him. Because he is getting old, and he is lonely, and I don`t want him to die with the same loneliness his father had. It`s not right for anyone to live like that.
