At last

[blackandwhite02]

The following is a post that was handwritten last Thursday night (1 week ago) with the intention of having copied it down onto here.  It's taken me a while, as you can see.

I missed you.  I missed you all.

(quick overview for those who are uninformed: I just spent three nights visiting a girl that I've known my whole life but with whom I've never

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[violetsocks]

I still say you should have rescued the Inuyasha poster from the slow death it was suffering in a room where no one was enjoying it.

Anyway, that trip sounded like hell. It's experiences like this that make me carry my iPod, a book, and a notebook by default at all times, especially on trips/vacations

[blackandwhite02]

Shoulda, woulda, coulda as far as the poster goes. Unfortunately there would have been little doubt as to who had taken it, which would make it unbearable the next time I saw C, and my mother would flip and make me return it if I put it on my walls.

Typically, boredom is almost enjoyable for me since I have an excellent (and overactive) imagination and even when I don't feel like having new thoughts, I think of my various fandoms (I once thought of nothing other than Fresley for several hours), but we reached a point that transcended boredom. My mind could not focus on anything fun, and I was exhausted, and the best way to vent would have most likely included the recitation of many very bad words, which would have probably earned me a public execution at such a religious college.