Ow. What is wrong with people?! I was trying to be nice. At least I got to Jas without being too badly hurt. Seems he has a history with Cerves.

Katchoo's home. She gave me some very pretty presents.

A thought for today: being a genius has never made anyone smart.

Victor was playing switch-your-outfit with a friend of hers. She looked ( Read more... )

I think there's something wrong with Ed. I can't imagine why he would get upset about bullies...

Day of the idiots, part two: a "poet" who claims bad grammar is "part of being poetic". This makes me so, so sad.

Miss Darkholme continues to baffle me. She shows no signs of regretting her actions, and yet asks about maternal instincts. Is she ( Read more... )

This has been a busy weekend, but that's no reason to neglect my journal. I really do need to get this all down before I forget when it happens...

I got to see some really stunning green eyes. Yum.

Ed needs some sisterly advice. I hope Sara has someone to talk to as well. Also, they've been turned into six year olds.

Aya's worrying about ( Read more... )

First, I have to admit: I'm in love. Madly, crazily in love. Little Morty and little Evan are the cutest things ever. I had to ground Alured though. I already don't like it. Our kids had better be really well behaved.

A really tall guy let me sit on his shoulder. That was fun.

I got some very...interesting...ideas on how to thank de Carabas ( Read more... )

Mini Morty.

I'm...

I...

I don't know what to make of this. Part of me wants to hug him and never let go, and the rest is worried I'll mess him up somehow.

Havelock was wondering about style.

I met someone who talks sorta like Sherlock Holmes.

Sasha and I met a poor fellow whose daughter was taken as a sacrifice to bring someone else back ( Read more... )