"The Swan Swims So Bonny Oh..."

Happy Belated Saint Patrick's Day to everyone from the Scotch-Irish girl on your friendslist!

Ahaha, yes, home from Pittsburgh. Shall speak more about the rather dreadful time later.

I CANNOT STAND MRS. BLAKENEY!!!!!

Thank God. I've been waiting three days to say that. She is insufferable. She says she's related to The Scarlet Pimpernel Blakeneys, and she truly is a Blakeney, down to the inane laugh. Murk.

"Time Flies, and Then No Need to Endure Any More, Time Dies!"

And a late but ecstatic natal day to talissarocsham!

I have written for you Combeferre genfic. Waen called it "very cute". We hope this is true, and that you derive much pleasure from it.

( The Sweet Child )

"All That You Are is a Face in the Mirror..."

*gives up heartily, sits down in the middle of the floor, and cries*

Damn it I am not happy. I miss everyone so much, even though anyone I haven't seen yet I will tonight. I hate Waen's friends, but only because Waen tortures me when they're around to show off for them. I miss mhari. I miss my inspiration. I miss everyone. I miss all the people I haven't talked to in so long. I miss knowing what I want to do. I hate being behind and not knowing what's going on and feeling guilty when anyone else is unhappy. If one person on my friendslist is depressed, I'm unhappy, because if I was happy to begin with, I feel guilty for being happy when someone else isn't, and if I was unhappy before, I feel worse now because I oughtn't to be upset when someone else is.

And I always feel like everyone is angry with me, always. And I felt horrible on the fifteenth, because Mum's best friend who I'm named after died on the fifteenth, and she made me feel horribly guilty for hating my name. Everything makes me guilty.

Mum says this is because I'm an eldest child. She also pointed out that she feels guilty about things too, except less so than me. So I have Da's insane work ethic combined with Mum's guilt, and it makes me miserable. I wish I could be with fannore and be ruffled. No one ever does that to me IRL.

I'm so discontent today. Nothing makes me happy. I laugh for a little, and then of all a sudden I'm upset by whatever made me laugh. I don't understand. I want someone to hug me. I wish my friends lived closer. I wish I didn't feel guilty about calling people my friends. I don't know if they think they are, so I don't know if I should say they are.

Sometimes I wish I lived alone. And I want to leave. I'm getting sick of home. But I'm miserable whenever I leave. I want to go to college.

I wish I didn't wish things all the time, especially when most of the things I wish will never happen.

"Murder, Murder, Doin' Folks In!"

So I'm happy now. I've spoken with my Mum and watched "The Wrong War", and misery was dispensed. How peculiar. Point and laugh at the Soujin and her mood swings! Swing, Soujin, swing!

Also, have written the thirteenth chapter of Christophe-Marie. Do not think I did very well. So once again, I plead for con crit. I doubt that I will get it, since the last couple times I didn't, but if anyone has some spare time and feels generous, the looking-over of this ficlet would be entirely too appreciated.

Title inspired by Thai food much?

( 'Spicy duck laced with basil and flame...' )

"What's Behind the Facade?"

*flops down on a pillow filched from upstairs* Saah. I'm glad to be home.

Also, I shall try to scan on a picture of my new beloved Paul later. :D Paul is a huge stuffed raven whom I purchased at the National Aviary. His full name is Paul Chavelin. *laughs at self* I think he's gorgeous.