greenstorm | Random Stuff!

I want one of those plastic things that used to come in cereal boxes, where you turn it inside out and set it down and after awhile it pops six feet in the air. What were those called?

The problem with being all English-expression-ingrained is that whenever you're curled up in th emiddle with two other people around you, you're getting between them.

I should have all my landed immigrant papers off soon enough, like maybe tomorrow, and maybe get canadian citizenship in January-ish. Mom and I are doing the stuff together (isn't ambiguity fun?).

We may well (high probability) move Saturday. I'll know for sure tomorrow whether we will or not. Volunteers?

I'm a kick-ass administrator on my game.

I'm very, very, very tired. I was going to counter it with a run, but it gets so dark so early now. Bah for darkness! Although it makes for better bonfires.

Food is good for me.

Tomorrow I am going home again -- and chances are that I will sleep there for two straight nights! Imagine that!

Then we move, and I will sleep at the new home most of the time! Wheeeeeeeee!

The ocean smells good, and the way the sunlight comes through the green water underneath the boats and leaves the props and their trailers of seaweed looming silhouetted in the depths with rays streaming out around them is very entirely correct and right and good.

I love my mom. I wonder how much of a struggle life feels like for most people?

I will read, fill out forms, and roleplay now. Good night. :)