Thursday, January 15, 2009

i still believe in the phrases that we breathed

well. here i am. sitting in my new room, in a house full of people i don't know, doing my best not to feel too awkward, can't remember anyone's name, of course, except chris and lily, whos room i have taken and who are moving out.

i can't help but keep looking around wonderingly at this room, which is mine, ALL MINE. I haven't had my own room since I was 19.

true affection floats.

I only have a few of my things. clothes. all my fancy dresses. The plug in my room is only three pronged and the adapter i bought doesn't seem to work, so i am expecting my computer to die any moment, which would leave me musicless and securityless.

at least i have harry potter, and a jesus en ti confio candle.

I think i may be seriously messing up my body by cracking my bones. and cashiering is only going to exacerbate things.

there is a volcano painted on the wall of my new room.