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I finally have all of my Christmas shopping done. It's kind of a wonder I got it all done in time.

I guess when you can't sleep because you keep hallucinating, it's a good time to shop online.

I just booked our flights and hotel for the trip to Vancouver! I'm so excited, I've never been there before, and never been on vacation with anyone else.

We'll need to buy jackets when we get there. I'm gonna freeze my pretty little butt off if I try to wear the jackets they sell here.

Yesterday all ah wanted was to punch someone. And thanks to the best trouble-finding partner ah can think of, ah got to. That was nice. Although now... all ah want ta do is hide under a rock and forget ah had any conversations that involved me sounding like a whiny teenager.


New Rules for Rogue: No talking relationships. No talking sex. No thinking about any of the aforementioned cause all ah do is get damned depressed about it and want to give up. How is dream me so strong about all this?

If you need me ah'll be in my room, eating chocolate and making a blanket fort. It sounds like a good plan to me, right?

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?

Helen. Yeah. Helen and Paris. Helen and Paris and me in the corner saying 'go on, sugar, it'll be totally cool if you run off to Troy with the hot prince. Menelaus will completely forget about you within the week'. Heh, yeah, that went sooooo well.

So yeah, I guess the lesson today kids is: shipping is all well and good but whatever you do don't try to actually push your ships together because you could start a terrible ten year war.

If you were waiting on Jewelry from me, I'm sorry to say that your commissions will be running a little late. I've gotten a few done, but trying to work with beads and wire and gem cutting is a lot harder when you've got a damaged cornea.

Eyepatches aren't a good look for me. I'm glad that this should heal up fairly quickly. Everything should be done before Christmas, though. I'm just making much slower progress right now.

I hate feeling helpless or vulnerable. I hate feeling at all, really - crying is just bollocks. And I hate feeling like there's nothing I can do to make this situation better, because I didn't mean to upset him, I really didn't.

Mum thinks I should go to therapy. I don't eat when I'm upset, and I've lost a half-stone already.

Had a girls' day with my favorite blonde and we decided we're eloping. Sorry, Salvatores.

( BE JEALOUS. )

I woke up and found some things from home in my bedroom. A hat I can't wear, because it has these ear holes in it, a bucket full of apples, and a weird backpack shaped like saddle bags that I pretty much can't use. They were made for a pony.

Even more dreams last night. (My sister, and Rarity's sister, and a pegasus in their school were writing these horrible things in the newspaper, and then Twilight Sparkle had to travel through time to warn herself about... something...)

And I have my mark. The mark on my flank in my dreams... it's now... on my flank in real life.

I don't think Nessie liked seeing Santa all that much. The poor little thing started crying her little eyes out when we took her for her portrait.

I truly hope that I don't have to meet my boyfriend's parents during the day while they're visiting. Explaining that his girlfriend will burst into flames if light touches her would likely ruin the holidays.

Ladies and gentlemen, my beautiful wife. Who will kill me when she realizes I actually had the camera recording.