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Only for a couple days, though. I'll be back (however briefly) to work, then I'll head down to the G once more. Until I come up again for work. >.<

Oh, life.

Not sure what I'm gonna be doing Christmas night (other than spending it alone -sadface-). Everything's gonna be closed, I'm sure. And everyone's gonna be with family, or drinking. Drinking no bueno. Need to find someone to not drink with.

As a consequence of going home, I won't have internet. I'm not even bringing my laptop with me. There are other things to do down there, luckily. Not much, but enough to keep me from going insane. Might bust out a saddle and see if I remember how to get onto a horse. 

BUT before I leave, I have to share this with the world:
( LAZOR CANCER JESUS )
Got introduced to them through a friend (who I love-slash-hate right about now because this song is all I've been singing for the past TWELVE HOURS). The song itself is great. I. Love. It. Lyrics, overall sound, and the color content, naturally. And the video just makes you go "...Wtf?". It's a nice combination, really.

I'll get you back for this, unnamed friend. Just you wait. D:<

And with that, I go to pack my shiny red car.

See you in a few days, Moscow!!

I'm such a sad, confused being. Can't possibly be human, because I'm sure that normal people don't have my problems. Pfft.

( And with that, lets begin the thought-dump, shall we? )

 Totally unrelated title, sorry.

H'okay. So. This week is going to be better than last week. I proclaim it so.
Because I'm going to get my shit together and beat this week over the head with a stick.
Aye.

Last Monday broke me. Like, honestly. Something inside me shattered into little pieces, and it left me kinda broken and naked. I was vulnerable to the max last week, and I really didn't want people to see me like that. I was broken and torn and miserable. I didn't want people to see this side of me, so I kinda separated myself. I hated myself for it, but meh. Whatevs.

There's going to be a massive construction post pretty soon. I'll be working on it for ever and ever, because I'm kinda reconstructing myself. Not making a 'new' me, but figuring out the me that's under all these layers of sarcasm and second-nature smiles. All my life, I've shaped myself to be what people told me to be. to be what they wanted me to be, to be what they needed me to be. Mom always got upset when I'd cry. (Younger, emotional years. I could've been violent and set things on fire, but no. I cried.) I don't cry anymore, because Mom got upset. If a friend is in need, I'll do whatever I can to help them. I'm a shoulder to cry on if needed. An ear that listens whenever needed. I'm a box of different masks and moods and layers upon layers of paint-by-situation. Somewhere under there is Katelynn. I'm going to find her during the next few weeks. Yes.

Tangent: You have veryveryvery pretty blue eyes. And you should not tease me with them~ ^///^

Tan2: Marco Kon has the most ridiculously mesmerizing voice. Like... I shouldn't like it. But I do. And it's so weeeeeird.

T3: You're super nice. Really. But I really hope you aren't trying to start something, because I just don't see you like that. Good friends, yes...? :/ Sorry, dahling.

In other news: Arby's is open on Sundays. Boss doesn't show on Sundays, though. Which means I didn't really get in trouble, but I still felt silly. Oops. Silly Katelynn. No pay for you today!

Also: Tom Siddell - I heart your face. Gunnerkrigg is teh winz~

P.S.: "Just get outta my, outta my, outta my head~"

Music and thinking about possibilities and being positive about possibilities while knowing not to get too hopeful is yay~!///^

...Damn your eyes. Why do the good ones always have pretty eyes? Then I stare, and they catch me staring, an it gets all awkward. :P

Aaaaand, the point of this post just went to crap. I'm rambling. Whee~

G'night, group. Here's to a better, shinier week~ -rasies glass-

Σαγαπο~<3