My drugs make my head hurt. I hope they don't continue to make my head hurt, because it's just not cool. And kinda smells like metal. I've never had a headache that smelled like something before.

I'm trying to write a fic. It's...interesting.

Mysteriously, I have started dreaming again. Well, remembering them, at least; for a long while, I've just woken up with a vague sense of unease regarding my nighttime mental wanderings. In the dream, I had a bunch of cool clothes I'd just bought (very Japanese-looking). Later, Mom was explaining to Duncan and me the horrors that come with war/ ( Read more... )

I had a dream about a tower with two children (siblings, maybe twins, boy and girl; they remind me of Johan and Nina), a threatening man, and the ghost of a little boy. I have an image of the twins standing in a lit doorway at the bottom of a stairwell; I believe they had just arrived. The ghost was controlled by and afraid of the man, but seemed ( Read more... )

I had a strong urge to post, earlier, but now I'm actually sitting down at the keyboard, I can't think why. I'm currently being paid to stand around and read for sixteen hours of my weekend, but I'm not complaining. We've started painting in Art; I've done the underpainting, and it already looks cool. Just have to not fuck that up. It lead to ( Read more... )

Finished an hour of workout/stretching. I feel all healthy, n'shizz. I'm hoping I'll manage to keep this up for more than a week, but knowing me... Oh well. I have only been straying from my 'fitness routine' (using the excercise bike while playing video games/watching TV, occasionally involving weights) for a week or less at a time, so I feel ( Read more... )

Um. Take one possibly agoraphobic introvert, stick her alone in her house for approximately two blissful weeks, then throw her into Vic High. *twitch* I get...well, I'm not entirely sure what word to use. Tetchy seems to be my favoured term. Especially after C block, with Mr. De Soto (I think), a.k.a. Super Duper Helpful Sub Extraordinaire. ( Read more... )

I watched Reefer Madness with Mom and John tonight (for those of you who don't know, John is a regular pot smoker, and Mom and I are just open-minded and easily amused). I never knew that pot caused hysterical laughter, violence, and eventual insanity. And bad hair and slow-motion seizures. Is it wrong that I have a special little place in my ( Read more... )