Busy week.

The rest of my week is serving to be quite busy!
i've gotten a few days break from work, but i'm back at it tonight.
Wednesday- The Land of Fabric calls for my assistance!
Thrusday- I will dance the ghoul-ish night away!
Friday- I will indulge in a lovely meal with a lovely man.
Saturday- The Land of Fabric makes a return call.
Sunday- WICKED. ♥♥♥... then handing out Hallowe'en Candy to the youngins.


but for now, i'm wasting away in the school library, researching Sir Desmond Mpilo Tutu.. who is actually a cool guy, depsite the fact that i'm not actually reasearching atm.
and i'm waiting for lunch to grace me with its yummy presence :3

10 more minutes.

my tummy hurts. i hate being a girl sometimes D:

Library.

So i am currently sitting in the library.. doing partially nothing, yet partially so much.

well actually i lied.. i'm not doing much at all. ^^;
cept kinda helping Oriana with writers craft.. that i finished days ago (for once) =_+
and waiting for Thom to finish his so we can go on our daily walk :3

I feel like a+d+d+i+n+g some ORTHOGRAPHY [in] here

iunno why i made it green :/

lalalalalalalala~♪♫♥

i'm bored BUT i'm cool enough to be wearing Silly Bands.. b/c caroline gave me two. ;D

i wanna change my name to [redacted] ;D ♥

Break your heart.

in the words of Taio Cruz:
I'm only gonna break break yo break break yo heart

i probably am though.. i wish you weren't so nice too... can't i date a douche-bag, Croatian guy who tells me that my ass is too big, and that i don't deserve him? in reality i don't think i deserve you at all...

*sigh*

Writer's Craft.

we're writing stories.. finally.

The snow fell and fell, landing elegantly upon her blanched, pale skin. She raised her bare arm upward to catch hold of the frozen vapour, magically calling it toward her with a soft, tender, but wordless whisper.

ill explain later.

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okay well now that time has passed, i can upate this. we have to write 'the starting of a story' using one of 53 choices given to us. i chose 'The snow fell and fell..."

and i'm done and very happy and lisco loves it!

Whimsical Promenade
The snow fell and fell, landing elegantly upon her blanched, pale skin. She raised her bare arm upward to catch hold of the frozen vapour, magically calling it toward her with a soft, tender, but wordless whisper. At the flick of her dainty wrist, each perfectly crafted flake that lied in her grasp began to waltz. Soaring in every direction, they lifted and swooped and graced the chilled air with their whimsical dance. The blizzard encouraged the woman to join in, pulling tenderly at her fur gown. She moved, twirling with swift, lyrical movements, long bleached tresses flowing around her. The gusts of air created melody, the flakes created the steps, and the wintry maiden danced along. Suddenly, day drifted into darkness, she ceased her dance and coolly ordered “freeze.” The winds and the snow flakes obeyed her crisp command, and all around her was harmoniously silent.

Pressure? Not on me.

Ironically, and for ONCE,

the pressure is not on me!
because of my muse in the form of a friend, Natasha, my newest writer's craft assignment has become one of my favourites EVER.

in March, I posted a poem, or rather, a rambling of sorts. Feelings and an analogy of my life. My fairy-tale complex was born.

Natasha has inspired me to use said piece of writing as an assignment for my class, and i've never felt so great about it.

Adding some MASSIVE orthography, and one additional sentence, i've transformed my insignificant poem into a writing masterpiece! 8D