This Internet access has been unreal. I am so grateful to her for it. It's sad and amusing that I have trouble functioning without any online interaction. I made a 'tweet' a while ago about how cutting computer privileges is like cutting off my life support. After one entire week, it still seemed that way. Yes, 'sad' is a good word for me. Technologically dependent. I have contracted a disease...

Well, that's all behind me now. Father has generously, and I say that with a smidgen of sarcasm, given me those wonderful privileges back. And, as you can tell, I'm taking them for granted. Hooray for being young and stupid.

I've just finished a book. It's been added to the my summer has-been collection. Having all this spare time allows me to indulge in the more fantastical side of life. Fiction is to me as Chocolate is to Jenny. Drugs.

The latest novel to be tossed ceremoniously onto the growing pile is Archeron, written by Sherrilyn Kenyon. A fascinating novel following the life of the Greek God Apostolos.

Read it. It's amazing. I can't describe it. Go here for more details.

Now that I've completed that book, I've moved on to another. Already. Yes, I know I'm insane. It's a romance novel, as was Archeron, and it takes place in none other than to magical landscape of Ireland. Oh, yeah. HOT is the word for that. Actually, it's a rather good book. Written by Nora Roberts, so it should be. I would be rather disappointed if it wasn't, to tell you the truth. She's an extremely talented author.

Reading this book, Born in Shame, I am reminded of my passion for Ireland. I've never been there, but if I happened to suddenly be granted $5,000 dollars, I'd go there in a heartbeat. Packed in less time than it took for the blood to get from my toes to my brain. Oh yes. I'd be gone.

I want to be there right now. I've been craving it so badly.

I've been going over my Twitter posts, all 177 of them, and laughing. I remember posting each and every single one. So, I checked all the 'important' posts, like the 50th and such, and found out what they were. My 20th is to Kris, saying "Yes, I believe I will." My 50th is an advertisement for the Iran Election. And my 100th tweet said this:

"You make me happy."

That made me happy a second time. I remember posting that on the 30th, after reminiscing over Dry Grad and Seamus. Silly me. Haha....aw...damn, I'm an idiot. Che, smiling again.

Was looking at my teeth today. I need to brush more often. They're starting to hurt again. I've gotten 2 out of 6 fixed so far. My front-right tooth is becoming hollow, and it's blackening on the back. Not pretty. I'll ask Mum to see the dentist again.

I have begun the search for a new blogskin. I'm expecting it to take about a day. After having this blog for a month and a half, I'm wanting something...darker. Haha, it needs to be darker.

Lately I've been liking Navy Blues. I'll look for some with a similar theme in mind.

~K.L.

say something~

This Internet access has been unreal. I am so grateful to her for it. It's sad and amusing that I have trouble functioning without any online interaction. I made a 'tweet' a while ago about how cutting computer privileges is like cutting off my life support. After one entire week, it still seemed that way. Yes, 'sad' is a good word for me. Technologically dependent. I have contracted a disease...

Well, that's all behind me now. Father has generously, and I say that with a smidgen of sarcasm, given me those wonderful privileges back. And, as you can tell, I'm taking them for granted. Hooray for being young and stupid.

I've just finished a book. It's been added to the my summer has-been collection. Having all this spare time allows me to indulge in the more fantastical side of life. Fiction is to me as Chocolate is to Jenny. Drugs.

The latest novel to be tossed ceremoniously onto the growing pile is Archeron, written by Sherrilyn Kenyon. A fascinating novel following the life of the Greek God Apostolos.

Read it. It's amazing. I can't describe it. Go here for more details.

Now that I've completed that book, I've moved on to another. Already. Yes, I know I'm insane. It's a romance novel, as was Archeron, and it takes place in none other than to magical landscape of Ireland. Oh, yeah. HOT is the word for that. Actually, it's a rather good book. Written by Nora Roberts, so it should be. I would be rather disappointed if it wasn't, to tell you the truth. She's an extremely talented author.

Reading this book, Born in Shame, I am reminded of my passion for Ireland. I've never been there, but if I happened to suddenly be granted $5,000 dollars, I'd go there in a heartbeat. Packed in less time than it took for the blood to get from my toes to my brain. Oh yes. I'd be gone.

I want to be there right now. I've been craving it so badly.

I've been going over my Twitter posts, all 177 of them, and laughing. I remember posting each and every single one. So, I checked all the 'important' posts, like the 50th and such, and found out what they were. My 20th is to Kris, saying "Yes, I believe I will." My 50th is an advertisement for the Iran Election. And my 100th tweet said this:

"You make me happy."

That made me happy a second time. I remember posting that on the 30th, after reminiscing over Dry Grad and Seamus. Silly me. Haha....aw...damn, I'm an idiot. Che, smiling again.

Was looking at my teeth today. I need to brush more often. They're starting to hurt again. I've gotten 2 out of 6 fixed so far. My front-right tooth is becoming hollow, and it's blackening on the back. Not pretty. I'll ask Mum to see the dentist again.

I have begun the search for a new blogskin. I'm expecting it to take about a day. After having this blog for a month and a half, I'm wanting something...darker. Haha, it needs to be darker.

Lately I've been liking Navy Blues. I'll look for some with a similar theme in mind.

~K.L.

say something~