I don't care to whatever degree you're into it with 'er mother, you adore her and that's what we're going for, so grab your girlie wardrobe, slam it in a suitcase and we're gone. I got bus tickets and everything.

Everybody else: Am out. Call me and I'll make things socially awkward between us. Believe you me. ♥

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Y'know, I've figured out the only thing that could possibly make this worse is math. Honestly. It's the only things that could possibly make this worse. And I'm saying on top of all the stuff I have going on, all the stupid facts and figures and the screwy-ass physics stuff and the frickin' books, my God, only. Thing. That could make this worse? Is ( Read more... )

So everything's kind of flattening back out again, I guess. I can't iron or anything but it seems smooth enough. Iunno. I've got no opinion on the whole thing, for once. It's just easier to sleep next to both of them than not to. I'm goin' out with baa-baa tonight. Dunno where but she said no ramen, which I'd usually make a hassle about but I just ( Read more... )

Don't have the energy to panic about Shisui's sensei's test.

But if I did? I would be regretting that promise I made not to call him horrendous things, most especially in public.

...leg's better. Among other things.

I love you.

The days keep goin' forward without me wantin' 'em too, and it's irritating. Hate studying. Am digging the study parties wherein virtually no studying goes on. I'm itching to get outside and do shit, but I know the minute I get off doin' something, and I mean the minute I do it that I'm not comin' back. It's in my brain and everything, I know it. ( Read more... )

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Okay. Y'know. I really hate it when I stay up too late on the weekends and then don't skip Monday. Seriously. My head's tryin' to kill me. It's got its little Trotsky ice pick and it's after me, and if I used it more often I might be able t' outrun it, but I totally can't. It's hackin' away at me, an' for ( Read more... )

Sasuke's home finally (not sure if I said that), so everything's back to uh. Well, not normal, but hey. Normal as it gets anymore. I'm pretty much good with everything. And Sakura, if you honestly think for even twenty seconds that we're gettin' to a point where I can outrun you, I don't even wanna hear your opinion of my sparring ability. My God, ( Read more... )

Sasuke, you unrepentant sourass bastard, as soon as I can move again? And you're within twenty kilometers of me? I wanna show you something.

My fist. Y'see. It misses your face.

Where d'you get off just taking off and letting me wake up with a huge crew of BEAR MEN outside my door? I'm gunna total you. Throw me to the frickin' dogs like that- I'M ( Read more... )

Maaaaa, everything's going so slow, I love it. Almost wrote "dig". Jesus, Boyfriend's infectious. Like frozen mud, or something. Iunno. AND SPEAKING OF FROZEN. I need to get that heater fixed. Jeez, colder n' I thought. And my pipes are busted from it, too. THE SNOW BLEW MY PILOT LIGHT, CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT. I didn't know that could happen, but ( Read more... )

Y'know, I really think I should tell you guys how little I like silence. Like, I really don't like it. At all. If I could have everything my way, they'd never go home. Ever. Bugs me. Honest. Just grabs me by the back of the neck and wrecks me. So I went down to the conbini and bought a whole bunch of balloons and just blew them up and popped 'em ( Read more... )