[fwee, bondage]
Okay, is this our fourth bondage session? Someone leave a comment and remind me, I can’t seem to remember. I’ll have to go over my journal entries and check the calendar etc. Well, whatever it was, it was great. Stashia hosted, as usual, and Olivia and I were picked up by Heather at 8.30ish. God, I woke up at 7.30 and it was worth it. But still. Early-ness. Painful, waking up at such an hour, but I managed it for the friends. Rachel was again unable to attend, as she didn’t respond to Stash’s calls and text messages.
Rachel, you beeyotch, get your ass to Stashii’s house the next time we have a bondage session!
We watched Escaflowne, all 8 discs and 26 episodes of it. Brilliant anime, it’s suddenly my favorite- ousting Cowboy Bebop, even. Stashii’s mother, being amazingly domestic and yet with the ability to run the house etc and conduct repairs, made us food. Yummy lunch included turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, creamed corn, sweet potatoes, and green beans. Lovely meal, though I didn’t touch the sweet potatoes- I’ve not liked them since kidnergarten and I haven’t the faintest idea why, other than being splattered with them at a meal. Something like that, anyway.
Oh yes, and then her mother made what we have officially dubbed “Oreo-Shit”. Great stuff- ignore the name, it’s quick-make oreo pie, and it’s luffly. She also made rum cake, and rum smells so good while cooking it’s nearly intoxicating by scent alone. This led me to say in a stupor “Ah, the sound of rum.” Yes, I’m dense at times. Super-Heather also made brownies.
Heather is cool.
[hi-ho, hi-ho, it’s off to school I go!]
School starts the 11th of August, a Thursday. The 3rd of August I must register, and the 4th is what has been termed ‘Freshman Fish Camp’- orientation, in essence, given a fancy name. Whoever coined the term ‘Freshman fish’ obviously did not like freshman. I’m to spend the evening there, with my fellow J.R.O.T.C. cadets and the Sgt. Major. Sounds fun, I plan to braid my hair and keep it up because it’s violet, and it’s long, and it’s curly. They shouldn’t have a problem with it- I hope they don’t, at any rate. I’ve got to make sure my first-day-of-school clothing is washed and such.
Haven’t gotten anything new for the new school year, -sigh-, and it looks as though I probably won’t unless I purchase the items myself. Mom isn’t likely to pay my grandma this month, and such. I think I might have enough saved up for a back-pack. Then again, my grandpa probably will end up buying my stuff. I’m just going to use my school-supplies from last year and the years before, I’ve got stuff piled up and it’s fine. Except I’m probably going to need journals and such.
[tom riddle]
Newest book-infatuation-
Tom Marvolo Riddle, Teenage Lord Voldemort.
XD In the sixth book, there is quite a bit of Tom-characterization, so I’m doing a lovely roleplay with Colby, Tom/OC. Analyse is my made-up, an’ she was of the same orphanage Tom was until she was adopted at the age of ten. She got her letter to Durmstrang living in a Muggle house, and so attended Durmstrang until her fifth year, when she transferred to Hogwarts because the Potions department was better, and their Dark Arts professor encountered an unlucky curse by some unknown individual. –Smirk- Analyse is manipulative but quiet, and considered anti-social by the other Slytherins. She wanted Ravenclaw for the sole reason that Slytherins are expected to be wicked, and she didn’t want that sort of suspicion. However the Sorting Hat was more intelligent than that.
Anyway. Tom Riddle is awesome. And I am pathetic. However, it’s not an actual crush or anything, so don’t be calling me a fool. He doesn’t exist and I could care less about the guy that plays him, Coulson I believe.
I officially apologize to Catey for being an idiotic person that day when I shouted at you- I honestly wasn’t thinking about shmexy-evil-tom-goodness. -Nods-
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