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She does exist.

She does exist.


It's true, I do. I've just been swimming around in my head for a while. At any rate, it's a new year so I figured I better get on here and talk to myself. 


Christmas went swimmingly. I had lots of comments about my rather dashing appearance-- heh-- random. So that went swell.


I now have oodles upon oodles of baking supplies. This excites and exhausts me. Mainly exhausts right now, as I'm quite sick. It's obnoxious.


I became rather ill in the D.R. (food poisoning and not Cholera?), recovered just in time for a smooth transition into an awful cold. Usually, I'm into the "suffering woe is me" shenanigans, but this round, I'm quite vexed. I have all these personal plans and goals and feeling under the weather compromises these plans with unexpected vigor.


Blasphemy.


I am, however, drawing a rather adorable piece that made me grin. My mom saw it and was all, "I didn't know you could draw so well! That's seriously good, I want this one!" Bah hah. <3 Thank you, Mommy.


So I have new drawing supplies as well. And I'm so tediously but not tediously attempting to get through sketching this so I can ink it and then COLOR it. COLOR. These markers. These markers! They're so so so. SQUEE!


Anywei. o.o 


I'm looking into becoming a Massage Therapist, part time. It makes a good living for a student. I just need to figure out the easiest, most painless way to go about it. Oi.


I miss Kait. 


So, I had a date today. I was kind of really nonchalant about it, probably because I'm so sick. He postponed semi-indefinitely. He said his grandparents changed their flight to this morning and therefore, obviously, he's stuck with them all day. I'm not sure I understand how he can't go to the movies in the evening, but whatever. I said okay and then he told me, "But later this week!" Uh huh. If I don't call or text the boy myself, I'm pretty sure he won't bring it up.


We'll see though, won't we? I'm not too torn up about it. Maybe because of my compromised well-being or because I'm just Like. That.


I just don't like flakes, in general. Two strikes. One more and I'm rolling my eyes and walking away. So.


<3 There's probably oodles more to talk about. I desperately need to go grocery shopping. But I might just make a list and send my brother.


Ciao, bella.