Angel Grove Net

It's wrong to eat baristas just because they're stupid, isn't it?

...can I please eat the stupid barista anyway?

So, it's Monday night. Where are you now? I'd usually wait til the weekend to ask this, but I'm bored. And hard. You should come see me.

This "depression" thing. Is there a way to get checked for it? Because I think this feels like more than homesickness and missing my real parents. I was meant to have a purpose at home, but was told to wait for it here. I can understand and won't fight the powers that be if I'm not meant to have it yet. There has to be a reason I'm not getting, but...high school is no substitute for starting an apprenticeship. High school is a useless waste of time and there is no purpose for me in it. I"m willing to continue if Ihave something else to do that HAS a purpose, but when I think of trying to find it...

It's as if I'm paralyzed with exhaustion and feel like no matter what I do, it will not matter. I realise my brain could well be playing with my perceptions but...

Perhaps I need some help. I can't ask my fake mother, or my uncle or cousin but...is there a way to do this by myself where they don't have to know?

...Asking for a friend.

Out of pure curiosity, QUITE purely curiosity, I assure everyone...

How very difficult would be to turn oneself into a vampire, considering they have access to and practice with one, and are in proximity to others, including one who might very well willingly do it?

In theory, all that I would need to do was drink the blood and die, yes?

OR make friends with the local werewolves and beg really pretty, but something about being connected to a certain one of them who would absolutely murder me if she found out about this...

The first one, if I did anything, seems a LOT better somehow.

Granted this is all theoretical as is, but...

Indulge my thought exercise, yeah?

It's come to my attention that I can no longer get by with borrowing clothes from my cousin and some of his mates, and that I'd like to try out some other options than the communal supplies at our headquarters here. Emmett's offered to go, or ny uncle, but being that they are also not from this century...

Would anyone be willing to help me in determining a more..."modern" look?

...It was something called "Father's Day" today. It does make me miss Appa more than I already did. Emmett's been kind and Uncle Jacob's keeping an eye on my settling in here, but it IS hard.

Is it possible to skip the awkward painful parts of assimilating into this universe and skip to the part where you are settled and happy and a part of things? Asking for a friend...

My birthday today. Party at my house today at 6pm. So that means.. come on, we all know by now. Orgy time! With me.

Drinking tea and Navigating Culture Shock are things.

As it turns out, the brotherhood my guild sent a woman round to collect me, within about two hours of my arrival. She stared a bit too much, and looked at me a little oddly, and, ah yes. She is my future mother.

A parent who doesn't know you is...

I don't know what to make of it. It's hardly SAD because she's here and we have an interesting chance to know each other, but it's also hardly Lakshmi Pujan , is it? At least some OTHER family are here, though my penpal cousin turned face to face cousin is a little...something's up with Emmett, isn't it?

Not that I've got much to do here in the moment and I'm too young to start training now, along with being summer, so...

What IS it people outside of India in the 1890's do for fun?

This is NOT what I expected when our ship's captain announced that we would be docking this afternoon, and while what's followed has been...interesting, I do suspect that the author of my story has made some huge error somewhere along the way. I have the letters from Ammi and my uncle confirming that I am meant to be here, apprenticing with him, but I do doubt, very much, that this is the London I was meant to arrive in, if such a thing makes ANY rational sense.

I need to figure a few things out, and quickly. SOME of the information on the magic telephone box makes a bit of sense, but it's still all weird and new in other respects. I don't suppose someone would like to hold my hand while I try reasoning out WHEN I am, instead of where?

My English name is Jacob Green, properly, but since my uncle is also a Jacob, my ammi calls me Jay unless she's mad enough to bring out my entire name, in which case, my English name doesn't enter into it, and I'm at a tea shop if anyone could please advise.