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things ive learnt this time:

1. it IS possibble to have your hands hurt more than preveously thought.

2. I am nothing without my hands and having them function proper is a good thing

3. girl hair is WEARD.

4. Teenage da is wearder.

i think thats about it. howd you all go?

good news: today was my hand sergery and they said theyd have a progres update after they operated then they put me under.

i woke up to some

better news: hands are back to normal, like totaly normal good as knew.

but that came with some...

real wierd news: not only are my hands beter but im kinda a lass now...i gess i have to take it over the altenetive but...what? no really what?

when people at the barn called me a horsegirl i think this was no' what they had in mind.

((Soap opera plot for THIS boy. Straight out of a 90's teen horse book. Feel free to jump in. -Sar))

((Aedan's voice is incredibly faint and shaky here, the accent more extreme than usual.))

...I...barn accidentally...accident, sorry, sorry.

Erhmm could someone...

...I didnae ken hands could...

It's all so RED...

I must admit, I was SO glad when I got my full memories back. Now there is no confusion anymore. I also know why I felt guilty or aroused whenever passing a church altar Though it's a miracle I didn't lose control of my powers or get agitated during that period or this place would need some repairs.

But even more amusing? Even while struck with amnesia. I still managed to, erm, engage with my favorite redhead hot boy naughty prince during it. Heh. I suppose that while our minds had no memories, it seems our BODIES certainly remembered each other. Like muscle memory perhaps? I guess.

Oh! But now I have a gift? It would appear that I have a dog now, a special dog indeed. Now to name him. Could try naming him after stars. Or after some of my family's great men or something historical.

turns out my gaurdian found someone who is it seems my father. theres this informecial for the Houston Ministry's with this Evander bloke who has a whole story about how he was going too hell and a horible person because he drank and fucked and such and found jesus and was reapenting and his life was getting good...up until he was informed he had a little bastard spawn from when he was a kid himself.

and then looking up those names on this network thing. i guess it COULD be that so...

i got sent back to my home to bond with a total stranger who also thinks im a stranger. Evan, or da, i guess could be worse, i mean kind of boring and loves rules and coming up with mad ones of his own for me that make no sense or alow me to breethe but that all said...

ive got the feleing ive had worse like my body remembers it in a way i cant yet. Which is super wierd and sppacific. like does the body do that? hang on to things? and if it does is that maybe a clue to something about us?


thoughts?


and if anyone kens how to get out the house at night from a 2nd floor window and not get notised, let me know eh?

Who:Anyone!
What:Amnesia Party!getting to know each other all over again
When: late afternoon/ early Nightish?
Where: DarkiplierMoriarty Manor
Rating:TBD but medium for now

( I got dreams of my own/But I want to make your come true )

i dunno why i ended up going to school other than my temp guardion until we all remember who we are wanted me to do it but no one there knew who they were and teachers were asking lots of kids where wed been or come from and no one was really able to put faces with names other than kenning that some where familiar.

kind of funny the last few days. way better than youde think amneshia would go...

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