Nothing says love like banana flavoured condoms.

So my tummy is doing the you-seem-stressed-so-I'll-react-in-kind chacha today. (nutmeg to english translation: "I'm sick.") I am using the time to clean and do homework with many porceline breaks, of course. >.>


For those who know &/or care, I'm feeling about 70% better about the other thing. I'm sort of transitioning to the "adjusting" stage, now. Still wishing things could have played out a little better, but that's life. If you don't know what I'm talking about, don't worry about it. I'm fine. Always am.


I really wish my mood would pick up. It's hard to concentrate while it's down.


And as a final note, true friendship really does shine through. It takes more than similar interests to make a friend. It takes patience, understanding, acceptance and forgiveness... recent events have shown me who I can really depend on and who was simply attracted to what they thought I was. I'm not perfect. Far from it, really. It's the people who demand I get on AIM so they can talk to me even when I'm feeling completely antisocial, or send me messages at 2:30 in the morning even though I've put up my "sleep" away message to try and cheer me up, or try and find my different activities to calm me down when I'm too upset to think or who use all our private jokes and conversations to remind me they love me even when I am an idiot. Thanks to all those people. You really rock, and I do hope you know who you guys are because I would be lost right now without you. <3

lalala~♬

Have you ever stopped in the midst of wondering about someone to wonder if -just maybe- that someone was wondering about you, too?