I've been spending a lot of time by the ocean lately- trying to face my nightmares I suppose. Although I don't think it's helping much. I can't sleep, and when I do it's not restful. It's just...there. Enough to keep me from passing out during the day, but I know I haven't been "awake" in weeks. I wish I could just let the whole thing go already. ( Read more... )

You're all nuts. In fact, I think I liked you better when you were drunk.

But...if any of you need extra clothes, I have them. In the mean time, I'm going back to my copy of "Julius Ceasar".

Not sure if he's actually supposed to be mine, but he's kinda cute. Never thought I'd see an orange corgi puppy. Just kinda wanders in and out, like he's checking up on me. Strange to think that something so carefree might be worried about me.

He brought a ball with him this time. Guess I should play with him for a bit. Silly little thing...

I...I can't stop having that dream. No matter when, or how, I go to sleep I just keep seeing that night that he...

[sighs] I'm sorry, Vincent.

[There's a bit of a pause here. You can hear fabric and sewing tools being moved about, as well as Di sniffling because she's desperately trying not to cry.]

I know NOT sleeping is bad for me, but I wonder how ( Read more... )

Luckily I was spared this week's curse, I'd rather not find out what I'd be like as a drunk.

However, I seem to have run out of books. I am not going out there to deal with you crazy people, half of you sound like my "co-worker". And that's not a good thing.

I suppose I can read Howl's Moving Castle again... I cannot wait for this week to be over.

I do wish the administration would stop giving me grief over sleeping in class. I became rather nocturnal after my aunt kept me out of school for a while, and the habit has been hard to break. Even now, I can't sleep a wink at night. And people wonder when I get the time to make all my dresses and read so much. It's because there's not much else to ( Read more... )

I know this feeling, and I hate it. It's death. I can feel that people are dying. And the shadows...it's like being in Bizenghast, seeing the stiltwalkers...seeing everything that others can't. Feeling their emotions. People called me crazy because of it ( Read more... )

I must say, this theme is rather appropriate for our situation. Although I think this dress is Queen Alice, so that would make me from Through the Looking Glass. Hm, I wonder who's more strange, Lewis Carrol or the Hibou?

In any case, I suppose this is the final day...might as well enjoy it.

Well, the last time I was wearing this dress I was chasing after a rather difficult and spoiled ghost. Nice to wear it again sans the talking green cat giving me sass. Oh and turning into a peacock. That was weird...and at least my wings don't clash with it.

Also, hopefully this time if I dance with someone they don't have the intention of killing. ( Read more... )

Sieben is a livelier place than home... Not like that's much of a feat, but it is a nice change of pace.

I forgot about Mothers' Day- I haven't celebrated it since mom died. The picture the Hibou left is one my aunt has kept away from, of my mom right after my parents got married. We look a lot like each other~ I miss her so much.

I do hope everyone ( Read more... )