She flies away.

She may or may not be blogging here. She may or may not be blogging. She may just keep a journal. But if you want to know what she's doing online check this one out:

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Random updaty

Dancing Wolf was as drained as I, this last Sunday after CTF. Seeing him sleeping in his burrito (though not in actuality) was a source of amusement.

The Tangle is a good friend and a good sister.

Wher still isn't feeling good, and that makes me sad, but she'll get better.

Seby isn't in the state, and hasn't been for five days. He's off having good sex.

A cricket...a big one...ate some of my seedlings last week sometime. *grumbles*

Hopefully MMHK'll have her energy back soon. This downness is unhappy.

*runs screaming*

So, I've been playing capture the flag with westfinder. I've mostly been playing a mystical, magical, healing kitty. Talking at one point I realized something. I'm not comfortable playing violence. It's a tiny reduction in my control, and I'm not ready to risk that.

Even doing mage battles I take a passive stance. Like, against TangleTam I sat down and started singing Totoro. She, of course, put me in a frilly dress...and then won by adding a pink ribbon. But you see, I got to scream really, really loud. It was fun.

I'm truly enjoying Sundays. It's like a breath of fresh air. I get to expend a lot of my physical energy, and there are puppy piles, and I think right now what I need most of all is people my own age as peers. It's comforting, and I'm slowly working on the damage Lexicon left behind.

Shoot me now please

So. Ficking. Bored.

And when I'm not bored I'm having my ass run this way and that by a frantic dad.

OMG WE'RE GONNA BE LATE! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE! RUN! RUN! RUN!
*
...oh hey. We're a half an hour early.

...so I'll talk on the phone for 15 minutes while you wait patiently in this stifling car so I can write a check for an appointment you're only half willing to go to as it is.

*headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk*

Love the man, but dammit that's annoying. Not to mention stress makes me unhappy, though I function well under it until it gets too obnoxurcated.

Laptag is fun.

Very fun.

And I'm not jumping as bad around the guys in the group that plays.

...as in I used one as a blanket for a while, and only noticed when I got choked as 'oh hey, there's an arm across my throat trying to keep me from getting to the other lap' instead of 'ohshitchokechokechokecrap *freaks out*'. Basically it looks like my Sundays are going to be taken by hanging out with really cool teenage peoples.

*taps knife against glass for silence*

Raise your glasses and drink a toast.
*pauses for attention*

We gather today to celebrate being one year closer to death.

*looks around*

A year of pain. A year of betrayal. A year to love, and to loose that love. A year of friends and family, trials and triumphs.

*deep breath*

This year has been full of lessons, gifts set in the fabric of time. From the blackberry bush that rewards impatience with scratches and patience with berries that melt on the tongue. From the puppies who reward kindness with an outpouring of unconditional love. From the lust that desperately wanted to be love, but was nothing more than abuse.

*pauses for effect*

This, my 19th year, has left its scars, both happy and sad. *louder and more confident* It's time to remember the good, tell the gad to go fuck itself, and celebrate surviving another cycle of seasons.

*raises glass*
To being one year closer to death.
*sips [drink of choice]*

Meeting old friends

I just got back from SoCal where I spent a lovely weekend going to the beach and the movies with Khai, Riin, and Gir. I hadn't met any of them in person until Friday, and yet here I am. I remained unmolested. I have not been kidnapped. I even have pictures of birdies in a store down in Orange County. Moral of the story: Online people are not all stalkers and child molesters. Besides, it was -fun-. I made a new friend (Gir), and met a few old friends (Riin and Khai) and got to run to the market to get a banana for the people at the Japanese restaurant to turn into tempura because I had a craving. Oh...and I introduced all three of them to Firefly.

Yup. That went well.