Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Love Of Mine
Someday You Will Die
But I'll Be Close Behind
I'll Follow You Into The Dark

Well, as for the past few days, not too very much has happened.
I was somewhat happy though to have the company of Teyana this weekend so I would not become bored and allow the urge to kill the dog for his constant racket and the mass of trash he makes in his wake manifest.

I really don't like that dog. The only reason he hasn't just gone missing sometimes is because my mom loves the little runt so much.

Sometimes, he stops spazzing the hell out and will lie down for a while. These occurrences, however, are quite rare, and in the meantime I have the insatiable urge to throw the fuzzy little racket box out into the yard for either yapping until my ears itch or leaving a load in the hall for me to clean because no one else seems to be able to. He also has a horrible habit of gnawing and bothering with the poor cats until they are hoarse from hissing.

Enough ranting about my mom's dog...

I have been making my preparations for the con this year. I am disappointed to say that I will not be geting the latex ear tippings I wanted, or the violet contacts, but I can be happy when I say that my costume is on it's way from China, and my prosthetic fangs should be in the mailbox when I get home. I can't wait for the 21st to arrive, and in the meantime I'll be missing roughly a week from school when we go to see Aaron in Texas the weeks before.

The only thing that I regret is that fact that I am going to have one hell of a time catching up on all of my work.

Other than that, I really haven't done very much. I went swimming yesterday, and will probably go again today. I won't have Teyana's company like I did yesterday, but at least it will give me some time in the quiet to think. I've had a few odd things on my mind lately...

I believe that is all for my update.
TifA, I hope you're happy.
There's one below this for you to read, too.
Who's the slow one now? =p

Yours Maniacally.


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