~AbysmalWraith

i'm tired.. it's been a year since i've done a journal. yup. thats what LJ is for, after all. i made an ugly thingy.. i don't like it. i want to make another, but i don't know what word fascinates me. i could go with a red one - hell. but i'm trying to avoid reds - reds look the best, i use them the most.

i wish i had all my old work, i remember "CYANIDE" was a dark green and looked like poison, much like abhor lookes like seething hatred. it was really cool. "heaven" is hard though. it's like the oil on the water..dead unicorn in the grass. the pond is foul, its stagnant. of course, now i have ideas.

tired tired..

i'm moving to westport relativly soon. i'll miss robert and becca and pixie.. that's a bit awkward, moving somewhere that only the rocks keeping the water back know you. and they know me by the soles of my shoes.

i used to go to westport every year, with my gramma.. its chanegd a lot, and moving there makes me take a harsher look at the area. tourist stores and fishing boats.. but rick's moms moving there from New Orleans, and woe be she who tells him no.

i wish though, i could have another impromptu camping trip like the one with ron, his gf, chris, robert, the foxes, and the marshmellows.. sometime when its not swelteringly hot.

mm. time to poke world of warcraft, or go back to sleep. long day ahead of me sorting books to trade in for new books (thank you becca! new books yay!) and hang out in centralia while she finishes her business...