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It's decided. Visual arts are done with me, as I am with them. I are stickin' to my words. I like words. <3

I don't wanna go to work tomorrow. D:
That is all.

Σ'αγαπο. <3

 Dear you: You're a silly, beautiful little magpie-colored coyote, and I ask that you play your games elsewhere. I've seen the marks your feathers make, and I don't want anything to do with that result. Unfortunately, I'm drawn by your plumage, and thought I know I shouldn't, I find myself chasing after the brightly colored string you drag along the ground. Please stop. My emotions are f*ked up enough already. Thanks. 

Dear you: I love you more than you realize. I need you more than I should. I understand you more than you'll ever know. I'd do anything for you, short of murder, though I'd help you hide the body if things really came to that. No matter where you go, or who you become, I'll always love you. Always and always and always.

...Dammit, you: You and your songs have the best-slash-worst timing in the WORLD.
Quote: "You can never 'just be friends' with somebody you used to love, simply because a little part of you will always love them."
You're lucky you're awesome. I wasn't even planning on including you in this, but here you are. Hope you're proud of yourself.

Dear you: I don't know you that well. But you're quite awesome, I must say. I'd very much like to get to know you better. For now, though, I'm going to play the "Look-but-don't-get-too-close-until-you're-sure" game, because I don't think I can do much other than that at the moment. So. We'll see. ((P.S. Your sisters are HOT. You shall be infinitely more adorable, but still. DAYUM, SON. o_o))

Dear you: You seem to be taking the hint that I've lost mucho respecto for you-o. Clever girl. Unless you're just being ignorant, in which case I say this: LADY, GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL. You have a boyfriend, congrats. But the more you shove it down my throat that he's the most amazing thing ever, the more I'm gonna get pissed at you. So DON'T DO IT, LADY. Go off with him and live your happily ever after ((I give it... a year. Maybe. Three semesters, tops.)) where I don't have to listen to the commentary.

Dear you: If you hurt her, I will break you.

Dear irrational crush: You are just too cute - much love and hugs to you. Because of your unexpected gesture of friendly affection, not even Voldemort can kill me now. So, uhm... Thanks for that. ^///^ 

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So, then - now that those little blurbs are out of the way:
It's been a relatively long time since I've last posted. Not for lack of anything to say ((trust me on that)) just lack of inspiration to sit down and actually do it. Kinda like right now. I've been working on this post for the past five minutes, and now I've got nothin' to say. I've said what's needed to be said, and now I'ma go to sleep. aye.

....Hee~ ^_^

"Stealth Cat One to Home Base: It's frickin' cold out here. Over."

I'm running on a dangerously euphoric combination of espresso and good mood. Scary stuff, this. Something tells me I'm not going to bed for a while, either. Yee~ Might actually get some writing done. Regular writing. Writing without notes. Writing with words.

Snowage. It's... a double-edged sword. While I love it SO VERY VERY MUCH, it's preventing me from traveling home during break - something I was really looking forward to. And Dad had to play his guilt-trip card, which makes me feel even shittier about not going home earlier. -grumble-

Hm. Two shots of espresso at 10:00 at night? Note to self: BAD IDEA.

Well, good idea. But not conducive to sleeping. Good thing there's no school tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after that.

...I wanna go home. -mope-

Annoyingly persistent lyrics: "Always on my mind, always in my heart..."