For some reason my mind is littered with Fire and Water AUs. Seriously, take some, they're a dime a baker's dozen. I've got an idea for a By the Truth in Stories -- Sliated among rumors of the Priesthood...a great deal of messing with her mind for her prejudice. Fun. Recently found out that I've been misspelling "eleventh" for a while. [Expletive]. "Who are you and why don't you make any sense?" 

(1)  and (2) Commentary: Picture 1: Which is me. Albeit a me to which my dad said, first: "Where'd your chest go?" (Response, amid trying not to get mad or laugh a great deal: "Two baggy shirts... Q: What does she want to do in the future? Find the courage to tell her best friend that she (Lyssia) is in love with her (Isabel without the fear of that she'll lose her only friend in the process

Ack! It's another entry that needs background. Right. One of the subjects in the education inflicted upon me by the state of [Not Specified] is called FCyE. It basically attempts to install patriotism...and solve the problems I cause [or am enmeshed in]. The person who I have a crush on is someone who I think well of. I think I am in love with/ I think I love No frickin' comment, alright?!

People at school have started throwing things at me again. Mangoes, limes, sandwiches (the last, if it had not been badly aimed, could have stained my New Sock. Gasp. Much umbrage taken. Etcetera). Was...be so funny... The other class they hated me. This one mostly they ignore me. On days when I forget my Pratchett it's hard to remember this is better. But it is, really it is, it had better be...