kestrel

*** Edit: I've added a few new pics, unfortunately of myself, and not my darling bird. These were just too priceless to pass up. Kushiel's Chosen was lovely the second time through. Now to find something else to read/do before I leave next week... ***

I like my new profile picture. I've seen that look a million times from my family, and didn't realize until I saw this picture that I do the exact same one.

My internet has sputtered off and on o'er a few days, and I hope to catch up with all the entries I've missed. I wonder why I thought I'd miss anything else at all.

I admit that I cried when my dream shattered into pieces all around me. And when that set in, and I realized I have yet more work, trouble, and pain to face than I could have imagined, I just wanted to crawl into bed and disappear.

In my misery, I somehow convinced my best pal, CaseLogic (and might I mention what a bastard he really is?), to drive into town just to go to a Stars game with me. I don't remember what all we did in two days... the Stars won, I love the Stars. I swabbed the decks of all Middle Earth with his ass, in Lord of the Rings Monopoly, and then folded a second game to he and my brother rather than give up my principles. Oh, I suppose we saw Hidalgo, as well. Now what to do with this entire week, I'm not sure.

Fun being single, isn't it? I don't know the ground well. It is as much a curse to be told you're thought incapable of being by yourself, as to be told you'll ever be alone. Funny that I've heard both, though far more often the former. Going to a movie by myself for the first time made me mention this. Having none to desire your company is something I could adjust to, yet my dreams betray me -- strangely, for my senior year's Homecoming date, Kushiel's Joscelin Verreuil, and without cease, a certain witch hunter.

I know there's something strange with my mood when I listen to "The Glass Walls of Limbo" for hours.
I'll finally get the tattoo(s) I've dreamed of when I come back from Florida.