Don't mind me, just. Making a post so this RP journal doesn't get deleted. Nothing to see here...

((OOC: Set right after the Unicorn RP, because I am stupid and completely forgot to have Elliot do a "WTF?" journal-post. XD))

Well, I certainly had a very interesting day.

I went from working on my creative assignment for English to volunteering as bait to take pictures of unicorns.

I was captured by a white one, and apparently several black ( Read more... )

Sorry that I haven't been active nearly at all lately, but work is really starting to take over my life. @_@

I'm going to have to stop checking LJ for now, cause of work and I'm helping Mom with a lot of stuff.

Could someone please explain to me why, exactly, every pair of shoe in the store today suddenly ended up with the shoelaces tied together?

And by "every pair of shoe in the store" I do also mean my own.

Well, I haven't been active online much. Guess I've been too busy ( Read more... )

((OOC: The nightmare previously mentioned in the last post. Not to be rped to.

And no. Not all of this actually happened to Elliot. Some did, but not all. ...Thankfully.))

A five year old Elliot Giovanni toddled into his parents room, carrying one of his favorite plush toys. He grinned when he saw his parents sleeping peacefully, green eyes shining ( Read more... )

I'm shaking right now.

I hate it when I have a nightmare.

Why can't my dad just leave me alone?

((OOC:Yeah, I finally got around to it. This has been floating around in my head for DAYS and now I got the chance to get it out!))

Elliot sighed as he walked into the apartment complex. Pulling out his key while juggling his bag onto his arm, he yawned loudly. Crap, why was he so tired? He walked through the doorway and slipped off his shoes. ( Read more... )

::cackles at Kwan:: No wonder you're the bumbling one!

Ya know, Sam being the one w/ the mysterious past kinda fits.

Also, question! This thing is determined by my f-list, yes? Then why the heck am I on my own f-list?

So, in order to catch up on thingsI don't relly trust Dan too much, I decided to look through the  journals of friends.

...

Fuck.

I reeeeeeeeeally should of stayed in Cali. I asked my mom if I could go back and she said no, she needed my help around the appartment. Damn. >.<

Well, anyway.

I'm heading off to the mall. Need some new clothes.