[Claire's first blog post in months; locked to Liz, Henry, and Murdoc via the miracles of the Internet]

I realized that I didn't have to be there anymore. So I'm not.

I have an apartment now. It sucks, but it's mine. Visit sometime if you want. Email my Gmail if you want the address. I don't have a phone or a computer or anything.

She didn't realize what she was doing until she did it ( Read more... )

Guys... I think Dr. House went nuts after the "gas leak."

Has anyone seen him lately? Because I'm hoping that's a scary alternate and not actually him.

I'm sixteen now.

Give me presents please.

I'm working at the body shop on Crestwood. A couple weeks of that, and I can get my bike up and running.

((Whoops, heh, forgot that Teeny!Claire doesn't have Claire's screwed-up timeline issues...))

I...

Ibuprofen. First I take a lot of ibuprofen.

Then... do I apologize? Or...

I got grounded when Kevin saw my midterm grades. So I haven't been around much.

Um... party at my alternate's? She called me out of nowhere and asked me to babysit her foster kid, who's like three years younger than me or something. But... I get to hang out in her place in Manhattan for a few days. She showed me where the portal is and everything.

Kevin made me make a choice.

Either I get a bunch of tutors to get my grades up or I'm perma-grounded. No stereo, no TV, no computer, no Game Boy, nothing.

Shit.

Why is there only one parking space in the entire student lot that's marked with a number?

Third row from the school, fifth from the left. It has "2" written on it... and no one ever seems to park there.

My alternate's kind of cool. But she's pushy.

It's not so much that Claire's allowed to do whatever she likes, as it is that she does whatever she likes despite what she's allowed to do ( Read more... )