In which my car is covered in a thin layer of grime.
My car is so filthy.
So.
Filthy.
I'm a bad car owner, guys.
Despite this, I'm biting the bullet and driving home tonight. (Exams? Done.) I've begun the process of packing. I'm taking my sweet time, though, because honestly, with all the rushing I've done this semester, I appreciate some time to sit on my duff while I slowly dismantle the life I created in my room over the semester.
I'm thinking of getting a Dreamwidth account. It's not because I think everyone on LJ is migrating over there, because I'm pretty sure they aren't, but I would like one to follow the people who have set up shop.
And I would like an account with a name besides persephone_blue which, while fun, makes me feel like the fourteen year old I was when I created this journal. Look, I love that fourteen year old self, but it's been a long time. I've changed - not a whole lot, granted, but enough. I would like a new account that reflects that.
By the way, my grandma sent me clementines. A box of them. Three were moldy when they got here. The one I just tried to eat wasn't ripe enough. I deeply appreciate the thought, though.
Oh hey, gotta go load my car. WHICH IS STILL FILTHY, OH MAN.
So.
Filthy.
I'm a bad car owner, guys.
Despite this, I'm biting the bullet and driving home tonight. (Exams? Done.) I've begun the process of packing. I'm taking my sweet time, though, because honestly, with all the rushing I've done this semester, I appreciate some time to sit on my duff while I slowly dismantle the life I created in my room over the semester.
I'm thinking of getting a Dreamwidth account. It's not because I think everyone on LJ is migrating over there, because I'm pretty sure they aren't, but I would like one to follow the people who have set up shop.
And I would like an account with a name besides persephone_blue which, while fun, makes me feel like the fourteen year old I was when I created this journal. Look, I love that fourteen year old self, but it's been a long time. I've changed - not a whole lot, granted, but enough. I would like a new account that reflects that.
By the way, my grandma sent me clementines. A box of them. Three were moldy when they got here. The one I just tried to eat wasn't ripe enough. I deeply appreciate the thought, though.
Oh hey, gotta go load my car. WHICH IS STILL FILTHY, OH MAN.