You can't stop me from falling apart....

*Curls into a ball*


I came home, and my mother's hidden away in her room and my sister's nowhere to be found.
Lovely day for a break, I just want to curl up and lay in bed listening to Trapt on repeat until I pass out.

It's so beautiful out, seems like a waste. My nocturnal brain is reminding me that -people- are out, and more likely to be so, when it's this nice out. Hope the warm weather lasts until midnight...

Of course Laura's current music makes me want to listen to The Goo Goo Dolls. Of course, I can't pick which CD I'd want to listen to, and can't alternate between them, because... I have -one- CD player, and I'll be in bed. So Trapt it is, I'll juggle Goo Goo Dolls CDs when I'm awake later and physically capable to get up and change things around.



I feel like I had a bit of food poisoning or something. I ate an apple yesterday... Well, I had those two pizza bites- I wonder if that's what did it. I'm beginning to worry that eating nothing but salad is making my body forget how to process crap, so when I eat one artifically made bite of food- it wants to cave in on itself, and makes me miserable.

I never wanted to be like that. Please, for the love of God, no.
I'll eat fried cheese for the rest of my life if it means I don't have to panic over everything I put in my mouth. Chinese food when I was already sick was a marvelous decision... but it was Val's birthday, and for some reason, I wanted it... So, I let her get it. Amazingly enough, I've felt much better since.



I was actually afraid it was the pills I've been taking, but my sister just called to say she's feeling -exactly- the same way, so... Hm. She's out with friends, and too stubborn to come home if she was sick, but apparently rather dizzy, like I was in the bathroom earlier.

Anyway, this ramble has gone on for quite long enough.
I cancelled my plans for tonight and now I feel fine, and my mother's in bed- so it seems rather pointless to have done.


Ah well.
Sleep, for now. She can yell at me for being in bed, but not nearly as violently as sitting on the computer when I'm 'supposed' to be packing my stuff.

Protege Moi...

Oh, and duh. The reason I was here.


Looking into joining a new RP. Because having memories erased is like... some weird kink I have, or something.


a;dlkfj....

but. but. butbutbut...

Writing Ed's dream would be so many amounts of crazy fun.



I just don't know how long, or much effort, that'd take.



Half of me says quick, reserve him.
The other half stares blankly like, "What? You don't have enough shit to do?"




*Stares blankly at ljsecret.* I'm never going to be able to keep up with submissions posts, at this rate. I might just stop all together, anyway...

Bad things happen when I submit secrets. Even when they're positive secrets.