Church's Wife

Sup, LiveJournal...

Do people on here still care about who I may or may not be?

'Kay, I'll just go back to reading badfic.
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That I haven't posted in here in... roughly 100 years?

So... Hi everyone. (Meaning Allison, who's one of the only people who... y'know reads this.)

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I am most certainly fail when it comes to keeping up with this journal thing...

And uhm... That was really even all I had to say so much.

School's almost over, I have a 10 page research paper due Tuesday that I haven't even started yet, ut I'm not worried. I can't allow myself to be worried. I've been stressed out enough this school year and I'm not going to let this drive me to a mental breakdown.

Besides, in four days, not only will I be braceless & finally have my hair cut; I will be four days closer to July 13th. Which is sure to be the greatest day of my life ever (even if it ISN'T going to be the July 13th I'd envisioned originally, due to my parents being cockbites to the EXTREME).

Little things that pissed me off this week:

We got our yearbooks, the theme this year was "Once Upon a Time" so the cover-art was blatantly homosexual. That, I didn't mind so much. It was the little digs that hurt me. The fact that a large chunk of my very good friends are gradutating... And not one saw fit to thank me in their Senior Dedications. Megan, Kelley, everyone else around me. Fucking Rosie even didn't... It's the same thing year after year. School ends, and I don't fucking exist.

But whatever, 'cause there are at least the precious few people who are always there. Allison, Megan, Ryan, the Wilkies.... I just wish I could get a bit more appreciation from the people who pretend to care about me.

Eh, I'm not as bitchy-whiny-emo as I'm coming off as right now... I just wanted to get that out. Bagh...

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001.	Beginnings. 396 words- PG-13/R Arrival.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours. 5,169 words- R Church [Constricted]	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle. 1,206 words- R Ambivalence & Indecision	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

UUUUUGH.... Damn you, RT. A three A.M. panic attack is NOT good for me right now.

Fuckers.

That is all.

I picked the wrong week to decide to start actually USING LJ...

I can't fucking go through all of this again, and explain it to you all... But some of you already know how I've reacted from other things.

My comment on Burnie right after I heard the news. (I don't want to link you to the forum because you may not have an RT account... If you don't, shame on you.)

I just wanted to say a couple of things... First of all... That thread is kind of killing me after getting only one hour of sleep last night...

With all of the time & money I've pumped into RvB and the unbelievably heavy affect it's had on my life, and my hatred of change; I'm not really sure what I'm going to do once the series is over...

So, yes... I may be in tears while I'm writing this... And no, you probably don't give two shits about it but still. Red vs. Blue means a whole hell of a lot to me, and I just want to say thank you for everything.

No matter what you guys do next, I'll fucking be there.

It's just really ironic that this years RvBTO is going to have to be my first and last.

I'd also like to mention that it was written through a haze of tears

When I told my friends in school today, they didn't fucking get it; cracked jokes, a LOT of "get the fuck over it"s and "I guess you need to find a new obssession". They will be dealt with soon enough.

I... Broke down in chorus today... And I just...

No, I'm fuckin' done.

I guess... I should start actually jounaling in here.

Not just using it to contact Allison when I'm feeling non-AIMy and posting in communities. (Speaking of which, I think I've officially been ignored by fanfic_100 *possible sadness*)

So, I'll start by telling everyone how my night was. -_-

I took a melatonin at arooound... 9:45, figuring I could be asleep b y 10:30 and wake up happy. That didn't happen at all.

I was just in my bed... Moving around and being annoyed until about 12, when I wandered around for a little bit, watched the thunderstorm (because thuncerstaorms=orgasmic)then shortly ended up back in my room.

Okay, the way I figure it, I finally fell asleep at around 1:45. I woke up again at 3. Fucktheworld.

Fell asleep, woke up 4:38... It took me a really long time to fall asleep after that because I woke up with a migraine and my knee hurt for some reason. *Sigh* Now I'm awake.

If you read this... You must be bored out of your MIND... haha, sorry.

( I Have...... a. gift. )

Needs some SERIOUS man-scaping.


"I'd like to go back in my cage now."


Bahaha... He's really growing on me.


But the goddamned chest hair...


Guh.

Is gonna kick asssss...


Whatever, I'm excited.