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.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
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