I went into town earlier to pick up a few things now that the protesters are gone, and there was the strangest feeling in the air. It was like I expected to encounter angry people everywhere I turned. Admittedly, seeing everything that got broken or destroyed by the rioting contributed to that lingering fear, and it made me wonder how I could help. So I went back to my dorm and made some kale chips and zucchini bread, and brought it around to everyone I could find volunteering to help rebuild along with bottles of water.

I think I'll do it again tomorrow, and maybe I'll see if I can help with cleaning a few places when I'm not working, too.

I also found this article, and it made me laugh. I would mention why, but I have the feeling a certain someone named Adam might not find it as funny as I did.

[AWAY FROM EIRENE]
I've discovered that in times of stress my desire to make seems to get bigger. That being said, I made a few batches of chocolate covered peanut butter pretzel cookies, and am perfectly willing to share. If anyone wants some please let me know, as they're far too decadent for me to eat alone.

i think if i were any lazier, i might actually melt.

also, the doctor says i'm underweight. someone come feed me frosting and cotton candy. ♥ or you know what? chocolate. i think i'm on my period because i can't move and i am so fucking pissed off i don't even. i can't believe i even get one, but life's a bitch.

[DEMONS (minus Halphas)]
mm. what kind of abilities do you all have? out of curiosity.~

[HALPHAS]
♥ ♥ ♥ fuck you. ♥ ♥ ♥

Seriously, if One Night in Paris wasn't already a 'thing', I'd totally try to make it one.

Whatever. I'm bored, so let's exploit this honesty thing.

Ask me anything at all.~ Not that I'm expecting anyone to be too curious about little old me, but it's worth a shot. Honesty's a given. ♥

I feel like I've done something so sinful, and I had no idea I had it in me. I went out to eat, by myself, and while I had a lovely salad for dinner, my dessert was this rather decadent brownie.

I know I shouldn't feel so badly, and it's just food, but still... I'll have to exercise for a week straight to work that off.

( e )

Okay, so.

Dear girl who mentioned pink hair dye. I owe you, like, dinner or something because I got obsessed. It was so much effort, and I know I'm going to have to make awkward apologies about tracking super-pink hair dye everywhere for the next few days, but I don't give a fuck. My pillow is pink. My sheets are pink. Basically, pink and I are going to have to be BFFs for a while. ♥ And I love it.

Oh. And things that aren't about how pretty I am. I guess I have to talk about those, too.

Old me was very interested in inventions, and I kinda still am. I guess what I'm wondering is is anybody else? I mean, there has to be some kind of interest in gadgets and artwork and other such playthings, right? Fuck, I was known for passing out ideas like fucking candy to you people so I guess it's hard to stop thinking about it. Whatever. I'm getting all TL;DR.

I'm lonely?

Fucking-