( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

What the bloody fuck is this shit? And while I'm asking, where the fuck is my fucking lighter?

Becoming human couldn't have happened at a worse bloody time. Why didn't someone tell me how bloody awful hangovers are as a human? My head has been pounding for days. I didn't think it was possible for something to trump the migraines from hell that the chip gave me, but this is close.

I feel so lost.

Can I just say how much I dislike losing my powers? I hate it almost as much as I hate dying. Dying tops the list of things I hate, cause well most of the time when you die you stay dead. Then again, Clark did come back from the dead so...anyway, I really miss my powers. I actually had to work at opening the damn pickle jar earlier. Why do they seal them so tight anyway?

So, what is there for a seventeen year old to do around here anyway?