Arcadia~
Gravel crunched underneath her shoes as Renie walked further along the path with Arcadia; the white-haired girl stopped often to pick up dead beetles from among the rocks, complimenting them on their extreme shininess and green colour. She grinned at Renie as she spoke something about a fancy tea party and continued to hop the trail through the park, collecting dead shells as she went. One of them turned out to be very much alive and crawled over her hand, perching on her thumb and seeming to stare indignantly at her. Arcadia gasped and flailed about a moment as it flew off, tossing all the other beetles aside at the prospect of the live one, now just a small green and yellow sparkle hovering a couple feet above the ground.
"No! Mister beetle come back!" she shouted while starting to chase after the flying insect. "But we were only becoming friends!!"
Intense lime-green eyes squinted as she bounded after the airborn bug; she jumped up every so often to try and grasp it, but she never could quite reach. Renie watched with nothing more than a smile.
"Mister beetle! The train is this way! The train!!"
Sooo my computer got like... some keystroke logger on it and someone accessed my WoW account and deleted everything, woot. I'm... pissed, but I'd be moreso pissed had they fucked up anything e-mail-wise or actual important information-wise, so now I'm like all paranoid about logging into stuff even though all the worm and .exe shit is gone now. Argh. They didn't fuck up anything else, though, so. It's annoying how much stuff that shouldn't matter does at the time. I don't really care now, though I suppose I should. Bah.
Anyway.
Migraines! Hi, I have alot of those lately. Looking for a good art school in the middle of bumfuck nowhere is a task for... someone who has more patience than me and doesn't stress themselves out so much they get... migraines! Argh.
Croc Hunter died, I'm sad. I thought people were joking at first when they told me. But I guess that's a random thing to joke about. I can see him standing at the pearly gates staring at Saint Peter in disbelief going: "A stingray? ...I died... from a stingray?" I always thought it would be a crocodile. Meh.
My scanner eats pencil. This is Eron.
He's... sort of cute. I want huge horns.
My birthday is in 11 days. I'll be 21. I'm old.
"No! Mister beetle come back!" she shouted while starting to chase after the flying insect. "But we were only becoming friends!!"
Intense lime-green eyes squinted as she bounded after the airborn bug; she jumped up every so often to try and grasp it, but she never could quite reach. Renie watched with nothing more than a smile.
"Mister beetle! The train is this way! The train!!"
Sooo my computer got like... some keystroke logger on it and someone accessed my WoW account and deleted everything, woot. I'm... pissed, but I'd be moreso pissed had they fucked up anything e-mail-wise or actual important information-wise, so now I'm like all paranoid about logging into stuff even though all the worm and .exe shit is gone now. Argh. They didn't fuck up anything else, though, so. It's annoying how much stuff that shouldn't matter does at the time. I don't really care now, though I suppose I should. Bah.
Anyway.
Migraines! Hi, I have alot of those lately. Looking for a good art school in the middle of bumfuck nowhere is a task for... someone who has more patience than me and doesn't stress themselves out so much they get... migraines! Argh.
Croc Hunter died, I'm sad. I thought people were joking at first when they told me. But I guess that's a random thing to joke about. I can see him standing at the pearly gates staring at Saint Peter in disbelief going: "A stingray? ...I died... from a stingray?" I always thought it would be a crocodile. Meh.
My scanner eats pencil. This is Eron.
He's... sort of cute. I want huge horns.
My birthday is in 11 days. I'll be 21. I'm old.