LJ: somethingelse__

Comment to be added/get my new AIM name.

Time to close up shop here.

Packing up my life, eighteen years of existence, is cruelly simpler than it seems.

Memories in plastic bags, tears in paper boxes. Blood tucked into notebooks and everything sealed with dollar store masking tape.

Is this what growing up is?

( I met a Vampire when I was in France. )

If you are reading this, and the person really means/meant that much to you, tell me:

Who is/are the person/people that have affected your life the most to this day. Influenced, inspired, changed. Tell me your story. I want to hear.

I had a dream in which I was making baked potatoes at three in the morning, but none of the potatoes were good, and my mother kept telling me to call Braverman and ask him to come over.

Strange.

Sorry about yesterday guys. My jet lag keeps screwing around with my system.

( And the words would rule my heartbeat. )

And my house has been turned around. My room is a lovely two tone shade of green (the Gryffindor in me mourns, Slytherin rejoices). There are fans (the ventilating kind, not the screaming) everywhere. Apparently, my sister does love/miss me when I'm gone ( Read more... )

( Cut for sake of... sanity. )

I'm in London.

Yeah. London, England.

It's like sixty degrees here. How crazy is that?

Jet Lag. Affecting... Brain.

Anyway.

Uhm. Pictures: \
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To the Miami Fiends that I hang out with ( Read more... )