So, mum and Damon are coming home today. They'll be driving in around 9pm. And mum has gone and decided that I'm going to Oklahoma for a month during Christmas. Which, technically, I have no problem with, but she wants me to go via airplane and well...I think I'll be needing sedatives, since I'm afraid of hieghts. Gosh, I'm afraid of everything, ( Read more... )

Umm, so I don't celebrate Thanksgiving. There's something about buying into a day that started the tradition of colonials terrorizing Native Americans that just bothers me, and the fact that those very pilgrams--or at least those that owned weapons that were with the group for "protection"--later slaughtered the very natives they feated with? Well ( Read more... )

So, last night at Megan's. Wow. I either remember an entirely different night than Megan or Megan can NOT hold her liquor. I drank nearly twice as much vodka with strawberry flavouring mix as she did and she was still more off the wall than me. Then, Blake--her other friend--revealed that he had weed, so I had that as well. Megan didn't have any, ( Read more... )

Damon's Uncle Lee-Lynn died this morning. He was in his late 70s and had prostate cancer. He'll be missed, indefinitely. (he used to specially make me pancakes and bacon when I'd go to Texas ( Read more... )

My grandmum enjoys debating with me a bit too much. I think she's been really bored the last few days because she's been calling to debate over things like abortion and whether George W. Bush is in direct violation of human rights laws. Yeah, these are the conversations my grandmum and I have ( Read more... )

Damon's home and with a cold and some funky as air in his stomach thing that he's taking meds for. He's been really nice since he got home and after talking with Mum, I know why. His father spent the entire time they were in Texas screaming at him and telling him he was stupid. Mum says that for the first time Damon's noticed the connection between ( Read more... )

So, last night was a strange night, yeah ( Read more... )

So, I listen to a lot of crazy ass music. Like ICP's Mr. Happy or Lacuna Coil's Professional Killer. I even listen to Manson. Why? Because I like the music and I have a morbid sense of humor.

Apparently this morbid sense of humor is offensive and someone one day is going to think I actually do mean to murder someone. According to my mum.

WTFIs ( Read more... )

( in which I feel drained )

Yesterday: I went over to Megan's. Wee! It twas fun. We went grocery shopping with her mom and then we had dinner (her mom is the queen of the crockpot), then hung out in her bedroom where I read the story she's writing that features all of her friends as mutants. I'm a werewolf!!! MUWHAHAHAHA!

Speaking as such: tamingthemuse's prompt is The Early Bird ( Read more... )