I'm starting to think I should stop getting excited about things. Whenever I do, it doesn't work out, and totally blows up in my face, and goes horribly wrong in so many ways that it's really silly, and overall just makes my brain hurt with the effort it takes not to freak out about it.

Also, I really, really, reallyreallyreally miss my band. D:

So. Now I'm nineteen. I both feel no different and also feel freakishly ancient. It's a weird combination. I keep being overwhelmed with the desire to tell kids to get off my lawn and call them whippersnappers even though they actually are not on my lawn (the fact that my yard is nothing resembling a "lawn" notwithstanding, also) and are probably ( Read more... )

Am typing some of this one-handedly, due to holding a sleeping kitten at the moment, apologies if I miss a typo or ten ( Read more... )

I've realized it's been one of those days where I really want to be the only person within a very, very large radius. Even if they're nice awesome people, I don't want to be around them and would much rather be all alone curled up in my room reading a book or playing with shiny beads or something. Unfortunately that sort of day always means it only ( Read more... )