But I can't take it so I run away and hide, and I may find in time that you were always right
It's raining outside. And it sounds so beautiful. It just makes me want to go outside and turn my face to the sky and let the rain hit me. Let it cleanse me. It makes me long for summer, where I can be in Lake George and stand outside on the porch and do just that.
I don't know why I feel so in awe right now. Maybe Annie was right--maybe I am the poster child for mood swings.
Anyway, it's three am and my dad STILL isn't home. Amazing.
...there's a reason to this post, I SWEAR there is. Uhm.
I, uh, got my college index cards done for my research paper? Kiki helped me with finding websites for my careers--and despite what she may think, this has actually helped me out a LOT, because I only have to write three facts on each card, and just one of the websites she gave me can help me complete an entire section due of notecards (because I have to do a max of 25 cards for each career)--so I owe her a gift-fic. Her prompts excite me, for some odd reason.
OH! I REMEMBER WHAT THIS POST WAS ABOUT!
I'm writing the newest chapter of Crimes of the heart, but it's coming along a bit slowly because I left the book at Chrystal's and I need to re-read it to get a proper feel for it once again. I'm also writing the next installment of FOMD.
Yeah. My brain just like, deflated. I'm really tired (curse you, insomnia) and I need to go to the bathroom but I can't because I'm afraid of my toilet. (It flooded earlier and I'm afraid that that'll happen again. I am not moping up toilet water at 3:05 in the morning.)
I think I might go look for icons. I'm getting bored of mine. (Has anyone else noticed but me the way I tire of things so quickly? My icons, boys, songs I REALLY like...?)
On a side note:
Anne, Pina, and Annie are epic win. The end.