I'm bored. Funny how that happens often.

What you all doing tonight?

Nothing is "unkillable". Nothing. And nobody. If you think something is, you're not trying hard enough.

Also, kill that ego. You're obviously just attention-whoring. You know who you are.

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What the hell. My head is going to explode. I've run out of tissues. I'm cold but sweaty but....ugh.

Pain I get. Hunger, thirst, even menstrual-related things I understand. Sleep dep is known to me, even a berserker rage is. But this? How can you people stand it? Why don't you want to kill yourselves every time you get sick?

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The gala was amusing after all. You got to see me in a dress, I got to...well, you all remember ( Read more... )

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KILL.

Chalk up another aquaintence-that-could-be-a-friend: Joachim, who is also going to me one of my instructors. Making friends is a new thing, normally I'm too busy working to care. Now I'm all free time until I get approved for classes. What is taking so long, in that respect? Probably that damn squid sitting on the paperwork. I need my ( Read more... )

Seems like I'm not the only one stuttering about this formal event. That makes me feel better, but doesn't solve much. Maybe I'll try wearing a suit? I know what my tastes are, but slutbomb clothing ain't appropriate.

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Hm. Arcia was right, this event is a formal gala...which bothers me a little. I don't have a stitch of formal clothing, and I don't even know what's considered proper here. I've never even worn a dress before in my life.

Network? Help and suggestions?