...anything planned. I just want to see my baby, but thats not going to happen. :( I can't wait to get a job and move the fuck out. Seriously. I know it'll be hard. But fuck it. I can do it.  I wish my mom and stepdad would stop fighting. Like really really. My mom slept on the couch. My mom hides her purse in my room. My step dad hasn't really talked to me in like a week. Its just getting OLD. 

headaches more headaches trying to sleep was a total fail till i got up around 5 to put clothes on and fell on my face. woke up like 10 minutes ago mouth tasted like copper body freezing mom knocked...up that masochistic demon severs the connections between me and my mouth flips off the world puts up his fists and is willing to take on anyone sometimes i love myself yesterday was one of em'

John just doesn't get it. One moment last night he was so sweet about it talking about "I want you to have the cat and enjoy her" then this morning he gets all bitchy again. Once again he says " this...in, she goes for EVERYTHING ... even tore up my favorite pair of socks with the individual toes that had a kitty on them... but does John even blink when Re-L does wrong? no. Let the cat wars begin..

Like I mentioned before- Even though the groundwork for the relationship I have with Gold is albeit unorthodox, I do believe that someone or something powerful set things in motion between us. There are...If I Die, You are forgiven." Such is the Rule of Honor. We both lived, but I don't think we'll kill each other any time soon, despite the wounds we created in each other. But these days, who knows?  

     Me and Levi got into a big fight just a little while ago. I can't just sleep and let this go unresolved. It's so stupid. He's just laying in bed, not facing me, not saying anything, trying to go to...something, or a way to escape his shitty home with his mom. Ugh. I don't know... I never know. I just wish my brain worked like everyone else's... normally .      live. love. burn. die.

... "And you make assumptions," Basch growled. He let his axe rise high at the stroke but tucked a shoulder under, intending to ram Vossler right in the ribs with it. They had always saved their dirtiest fighting for this. "No more than me," Schuldig answered aloud. Leviathan shifted position and brought a little more pressure to bear, though carefully so as not to hurt the fragile human. ~/I wonder...

Holy Crap I can't belive a month has already gone by and I haven't even bothered getting on this thing to update NOT like it matters..Not too much really has happened..STILL waiting to move they keep pushing...mood Soo I think anything he would say just i'd take the wrong way..I'm just frustrated with life right at the moment or just super bored gotta create some reason to be pissy LOL who the hell knows!!!

I don't think I'm going to school tomorrow. My brother is "upset" about something and scared my mom and she called my dad, who is rushing home as I type this. It's not going to be pretty, and it's impossible...light in the garage or all cut up in his room or bathroom. I'm just wondering at this point how much longer it is until he goes too far. My dad is home, I can't write anymore. I need my bible now.  

...unavailable to the combatant being struck may be supplied by the opposing combatant or the Marshal, including blade orientation upon impact, apparent force transmitted, or apparent location and angle of the blow’s impact based upon the observer’s angle of observation. The core of fighting in the SCA remains the above.  Nobody has the right to say differently. V. ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF BLOWS

... Then we got there and it was a BIG BUILDING and there was A LOT OF PEOPLE INSIDE I didn't realise it was going to be so big. I got a little scared. Then we found out we weren't even going to be fighting until the afternoon, so we had to float around for a number of hours. Then poor old John got rather kicked in the face. It was bleeding and swelled up so they had to take him to hospital. See...