Ugh. They removed my Ducklings drawing. Fuckin' mod tardos. :: EYEROLL::

OH HOLY HALFLINGS. I am SO addicted to D&D and 7th Sea. Can you say instant gamer chick? XD

I SO kicked a fighter elf's ass on my FIRST BATTLE. Can you say a minimum of 19 points of damage for TWO ROLLS? Nat 20s are my friend. I love my die and my die love me. 8D

I have found that I am a very good baker. This amuses me. I have ruined Mac and Cheese before. MAC. AND. CHEESE. I could burn water. I HAVE burned water. I am NOT a cook. But apperently I have found a small niche in baked goods. Also, for some strange, joke-of-the-gods reason, I can make kick-ass crepes, which is, I was told, not an easy dish; but I can do it no problem. Huh.

I have been away from the internets a whole lot(I'M SORRY EMMY I STILL LOVE YOU. D8) as of late, mostly because I've been helping a friend get settled into his new place; mostly just cleaning up and putting away things because he doesn't have the time to as he works 10 hour shifts this week(Soon to be twelve next week). He pretty much can only swallow and smoke by the end of the day. Poor Fuzzy. D8

Also, making sure his boxer Gretchen doesn't eat another whole bag of my ghost poop(Relax; it's just brownies covered in powdered sugar. XD )

Been putting in applications for jobs..... I really want that backroom job at the Goodwill. FIRST DIBS ON CHEAP AWESOME CRAP. Also, little to no customer contact. Which, honestly, I don't think the register there would be all that emotionally trying anyway.... but, still, you know? HAET PEEEEEOPLLLEEEE. >C

I really want and NEED money of my own. I need socks SO BAD. I have, like, two socks of my own left. And they don't match. They're not even the same SHAPE. 8/

I really, REALLY want to move out.... All the tension and strife around here is really wearing me down. I hadn't even NOTICED how much until now; I've been spending a lot of time away from home(I use this word tenitively) and drama, and.... well, I can just feel the difference now. Between the way the surroundings at home and the surroundings elsewhere make me feel, I mean.

I need a sacred, silent, secluded, and-above all-a shit-free place of my own.

I don't know. I'm rambling. And changing.

I'm gonna go take a bath and read, then sleep. I'll probably be confused with myself when I re-read this journal in the morning, but sometimes your exauhsted ramblings give you a deeper look into yourself.

Meh.