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So here we are
For those of you who'll actually read this, Merry Christmas, God bless. Lookin forward to a new year with a hell of a lot less to worry about. -
LIFE STOP THROWING ME CURVE BALLS!!!
SO....Dad's been through all his chemo and radiation and the cancer is officially dead. We were very pleased with this and thought this whole ordeal was over. Not so fast, though. Earlier last week, we find out that apparently the doc wanted to remove most of his esophagus to ensure the cancer would not come back. This was a little unexpected (we'd ( Read more... ) -
Begging for an end to summer
This summer has been long and very hard. I've been cooped up for most of it, watching the world go mad around me ( Read more... ) -
Yaaay und more yaaay
JOY AND RAPTURE I have survived another semester. WHEW hayzueschreespy I wasn't sure I would. This semester's been a right bitch and a half, and making it out with my sanity intact is a big deal. Next semester should be fun, but first, the summer...which I am not looking forward to. I've lived in an apartment the last 2 semesters, and thus have ( Read more... ) -
I love life
There are not enough words to describe the awesome that was this weekend. Seriously, WOW.
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A list and a Rant
I did this a while ago when I had a lot of little things that I wanted to get out, sooo I figure doing it again ain’t a bad idea. So, thoughts, musings, and just some general “Vic Stuff” from the moment (with a bit of Faire in there, of course >D), followed by a brief rant.
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WHEW
I had forgotten what hurting head to toe feels like, haha. Not that I'm complaining in the least, of course. Holy shit was opening weekend amazing. And the best of it is, I keep telling myself that this one will probably be the LEAST fun (getting used to wearing pounds and pounds of gear, getting back into corset wearing..ness (lol), VERY sore feet ( Read more... ) -
Time moves too slow
It really, REALLY does. I've been trying to SLOWLY psych myself up for faire, but there's been nothing slow about it. In places, I know Mathilda is there, lurking just beneath the surface of sanity I like to let the world see. I feel her in my own step, hers much more purposeful and intimidating. The same way she walks through the streets of ( Read more... ) -
MOAR
- Funeral-
Standing at the rail, Mathilda looked back at the shell of her old friend floating not far off from them. The ship’s mast was cracking, audible even from this distance, and her hull was quickly taking on water. To look at the derelict ship, one would wonder how it survived the night.
But she had. She’d kept her crew safe until ( Read more... )