I love cheese cake. For the...one slash three people who knew me in grade school, I shall eternally thank Senora Hendrie for instilling within us the love of cheese cake. BK's selling a vanilla bean one, and I ate one about half an hour ago, and it was the delish. heart
I got a special event on Gaia in the first time since at least September of last year. I don't know why I stopped getting them, but this morning in the little guild of solitude, I got one. So thanks to HT for that. And I shall gonk more. And stop lurking, when I can. I seriously did mean to post more last night.
Anyways. I finished my homework and I'm bored. Lidia hasn't emailed me an appointment yet, Satomi hasn't sent me an email yet, and Ashuri hasn't replied to any of the six emails I sent yesterday from three accounts.
Grr. I want to yawn. Ope, there it goes. I masked it well.
Boredom always sets itself down in my bones.
For those of you who heard about my bloody screamy last three hours of Japanese, there is a bit of hope. I took tylenol. Not that it does any good, but it's a bit of drug interaction to detract from my nerve damage. If you've never had nerve damage--CONSIDER YOURSELF LUCKY. And if I ever make a very neutral comment about pain, I am making it smaller than it is. If I make it a huge deal, it's probably not so huge. But when I get literary and make it seem like something you'd read in a book, I am in extreme pain and you are forewarned to block me, leave the room, and wait at least forty five minutes.
Whatever. I'm tired. The computers are pretty worthless, full of useless games Craig installed. I don't see my grandmother using a DnD character generator, do you? I didn't think so, considering she's the reason I was forbidden to continue going to James'. Though I suppose that's a good thing as nobody liked dad being there, and it's one of his vices.
I'm tired. Yawn. Yawnyawnyawn. Now some gonks for HT. If he reads he can go, yeay she gonked for me! And...lol, never mind.
gonk gonk gonk gonk gonk gonk gonk gonk gonk gonk
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You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.
-Madeleine L'engle
You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.
-Madeleine L'engle