I am no longer all sentimental and am in full cranky mode. Except not so much because I had delicious japanese food for lunch. That has softened me up a bit. Don't worry, I'll be back in full force once I find something to be cranky about.

Got a truckload of stuff for christmas. Phew. My old mascara was all congealed and stuff, but my new one doesn't smudge even when I rub my eyes or cry. (It said so on the package, so a few minutes after application I made myself cry. It was speaking the TRUTH.) It also makes my lashes feel like wire! That fact amused me for about five minutes. I know, I fail.

(I've just realised that a scene I just wrote in CoD could be interpreted as Les Yay. I'm leaving it in, because Taewyn is inappropriate.)

Jaypaw from Power of Three is a cranky sonnova badger.

Also, inspiration is hazardous. "Delicious Starclan, who will we be adopting into the clan next? A pregnant vixen with a temper worse than a Shadowclan elder with joint pains?!"

The speaker is then accidentally hit with a stick.

I produce total literary crack at twenty-three past midnight.

BELATED ONESHOTS COMING. I PROMISE.

-Tom Collins, RENT.

Another christmas. Another set of books to read and clothes to wear and things to do. Another December 25th. Sigh. I had a set of oneshots I was writing for today, as gifts to the people who have been the most supportive of me this year, but I have two yet to finish- with luck, they will be posted on Boxing Day.

Now is when I'm meant to say something nice about how wonderful you've all been, something about how much your support means to me, but the words won't form. Normally, I have absolutely no trouble talking about my feelings on a situation. But bleh. I'm all horribly sentimental and if anyone says anything too nice I shall cry.

<3. That sums it all up nicely.

Merry Christmas.



















...I'm such a dramatic. Don't forget, I love you all.

I spent two days this week without internets. Internets came back Wednesday. I SURVIVED WHOOOOO. If I can survive two days, I can survive two weeks at Matarangi! *optimism!*

Yep. Not much happening. My internal clock is still operating on the "School-time" setting, So I'm getting sleepy at 9 and waking up at 6:30. It'll take another few days to set itself forward a half-hour. Sleepy at 9:30, wake up at 7. Huzzah. Yes, I know I'm inhuman because I go to sleep early and wake up early too.

BLEEEEEEARGH CHRISTMAS. We need to get a tree. Probably, we will end up getting it this afternoon and being forced into decorating it for the rest of the day.

I miss going to school and seeing my friends every day and learning stuff.

Zari, out.

There are books on the floor. I am pruning my book case, which looks like a sentient library threw up in the corner of my room then organised it into shelves. I am removing any book I have not read in the last two years. Huzzah.

So far, the removed books have been categorised into "Give to Ruby" "Belong to someone else" "Throw 'em out" and "Put them in a box in the basement, my spawn might like them."

I feel quite pleased with myself now. I did something constructive. And I have always wanted to stand in my doorway and yell "I EMERGE VICTORIOUS!" as loud as I can. Which isn't loud at all.

Lalala. More room for reading material. Lalalalala. No longer shall my bookcase be crammed full to bursting. Lalalalalalalala. I am balancing a bible on my head. Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala. I'm an atheist so all it's good for is balancing on my head for cheap lulz and throwing at people/hitting people/etc. It's not even a particularly good quality bible. The pages rip so easily (Harrycat is an atheist, too) and the lettering smudges easily as well. It did not survive the rite of passage to becoming one of my books (Getting wet, getting a bit banged up from being in my schoolbag yada yada yada) very well at all.

I spent the first three days of the holidays being utterly miserable (my stomach was being a dodgy bitch) but I'm okay now.

Zari, out.

There is no school and I am not sure what to do with myself anymore. I have plenty of babysitting work though. Yay. I'm working on the next chapter of SC and plan to have it up in less than four days.

Christmas soon. Tis the season to be jolly falalalalalalalala-FUCK. IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR ALREADY?

Okay, so I say this every single journal, but Holy shit, this year has gone by in a flash. I DON'T LIEK IT. AT ALL.

In other news, it summertime. I can wander around in skirts and singlet tops for the first time in FOREVUH. The weathers warm. It's nice.

And I think I have been cursed with BAD PHOTO SYNDROME. Every single photo of me turns out BAD. BAAAAAAAAAAD.

...NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. Today I painted my toenails bright pink for no reason other than for some bizarre reason having brightly-coloured toenails cheers me up no end. I can't paint my own fingernails, sadly. Beh.

I keep losing my hairbrush. Not fun. I need something to tame the Head Executive with in the mornings, otherwise problems happen. BIG ONES.

Zari, out.