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Dear Diary,
This is somehow making life more and less twisted at the same time. It's like the evil alternate-goatee-universe version of the Brady Bunch's origins. This is how the Cleavers from Hell met. How long until the Beaver's born? Because at this point, there's nothing Ran can say to convince me that there's nothing going on. Totally doing it.
Braille lessons are going pretty well. Sands learns faster than I thought he would, but he whines a lot. You whine too much, boss. It's not like it's fun, yeah, but studying doesn't hurt or anything. Or are you only whining when to drive me nuts? It won't work, you know-- you're working on the assumption that I'm not crazy already.
The best thing about this city? Dark chocolate M&M's. We totally don't have these in Sherwood, which is yet another reason I'm totally never going back there. I feel like when we get out of here, we should go on vacation. Maybe France. They have wine and shoes and really slutty French people, and I need to be someplace familiar after all this garbage. Someplace familiar where they'll let me smoke.
((ooc: Sorry I wasn't around for the past couple of days-- A few blocks from my dorm, somebody was driving his car down MLK Boulevard, and a guy with a gun ran up to his car and shot him like six times. The guy drove into a telephone pole and knocked it down, which took out power, phone, and internet for like a mile around, and I didn't get it back until today. Honestly, I could not make this crap up. Again, I'm totally sorry. I shouldn't have any problems from here on out.))
This is somehow making life more and less twisted at the same time. It's like the evil alternate-goatee-universe version of the Brady Bunch's origins. This is how the Cleavers from Hell met. How long until the Beaver's born? Because at this point, there's nothing Ran can say to convince me that there's nothing going on. Totally doing it.
Braille lessons are going pretty well. Sands learns faster than I thought he would, but he whines a lot. You whine too much, boss. It's not like it's fun, yeah, but studying doesn't hurt or anything. Or are you only whining when to drive me nuts? It won't work, you know-- you're working on the assumption that I'm not crazy already.
The best thing about this city? Dark chocolate M&M's. We totally don't have these in Sherwood, which is yet another reason I'm totally never going back there. I feel like when we get out of here, we should go on vacation. Maybe France. They have wine and shoes and really slutty French people, and I need to be someplace familiar after all this garbage. Someplace familiar where they'll let me smoke.
((ooc: Sorry I wasn't around for the past couple of days-- A few blocks from my dorm, somebody was driving his car down MLK Boulevard, and a guy with a gun ran up to his car and shot him like six times. The guy drove into a telephone pole and knocked it down, which took out power, phone, and internet for like a mile around, and I didn't get it back until today. Honestly, I could not make this crap up. Again, I'm totally sorry. I shouldn't have any problems from here on out.))