What I do when it's four AM and I'm running a fever.
I post things.
** WARNING: REAL LIFE CRAP AHEAD.**
Well. Let's recap, shall we?
Tuesday evening found anime girl who looks like me. This is feat because, being of mixed Jamaican and Colombian background... there aren't any cartoon characters, save anime characters, that come close to resembling me. But I found her in Confidential Confessions Vol. 1. Here she is:
Ta-da!
I won't use her now, since I like my eye-cons and will be getting rid of this journal soon and moving into a new 'cool' college account. But, I like her.
Yesterday Sam and Darryl came over and broke through the persistent downer I've found myself in the last week or so, just like Alison and Tiffany did the day before... I watched FLCL....
.... holy God. Said it once, say it again: The Japanese have issues.
And...
Spoke with Emily yesterday/today.
Yeah. Emily. From those entries way back from Last year.
That was surprisingly... understandable. Em, I must say, you've got one of the good Brit accents. YOU SPEAK GOOD AMERICAN. We agreed that if I spoke to her long enough, my teeth would go bad, and she'd become rude and stupid... because, since talking to Jay (who doesn't surprisingly doesn't smell at all) I have picked up the French habit of smelling bad. Which I was when I called her.
We talked RP stuff for a short bit, compromised on me seeing her if I go to England this summer and just chatted, in general.
It was very nice, and my heart hasn't hammered that hard in a long time.
So, yes, I'm sick. (I got it from my cat, I swear. I had to miss all of school yesterday to find a vet to take her do. She's doing so much better. I'm so happy...)
I realized how much the stupid feline means to me... even if she does piss all over the place.
Going through a serious down right now, but it's nothing that I want to discuss with anyone, and will hopefully pass on once I stop thinking so much about it and just breathe.
As always, my friends, whether near or far, are my seat belt. You all help me from going through the windshield more times than I want to count.
And... I'm tired. Still running that fever. Probably won't go to school tomorrow.
But I'm no longer smelly.
And that's what counts.
** WARNING: REAL LIFE CRAP AHEAD.**
Well. Let's recap, shall we?
Tuesday evening found anime girl who looks like me. This is feat because, being of mixed Jamaican and Colombian background... there aren't any cartoon characters, save anime characters, that come close to resembling me. But I found her in Confidential Confessions Vol. 1. Here she is:
Ta-da!
I won't use her now, since I like my eye-cons and will be getting rid of this journal soon and moving into a new 'cool' college account. But, I like her.
Yesterday Sam and Darryl came over and broke through the persistent downer I've found myself in the last week or so, just like Alison and Tiffany did the day before... I watched FLCL....
.... holy God. Said it once, say it again: The Japanese have issues.
And...
Spoke with Emily yesterday/today.
Yeah. Emily. From those entries way back from Last year.
That was surprisingly... understandable. Em, I must say, you've got one of the good Brit accents. YOU SPEAK GOOD AMERICAN. We agreed that if I spoke to her long enough, my teeth would go bad, and she'd become rude and stupid... because, since talking to Jay (who doesn't surprisingly doesn't smell at all) I have picked up the French habit of smelling bad. Which I was when I called her.
We talked RP stuff for a short bit, compromised on me seeing her if I go to England this summer and just chatted, in general.
It was very nice, and my heart hasn't hammered that hard in a long time.
So, yes, I'm sick. (I got it from my cat, I swear. I had to miss all of school yesterday to find a vet to take her do. She's doing so much better. I'm so happy...)
I realized how much the stupid feline means to me... even if she does piss all over the place.
Going through a serious down right now, but it's nothing that I want to discuss with anyone, and will hopefully pass on once I stop thinking so much about it and just breathe.
As always, my friends, whether near or far, are my seat belt. You all help me from going through the windshield more times than I want to count.
And... I'm tired. Still running that fever. Probably won't go to school tomorrow.
But I'm no longer smelly.
And that's what counts.