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an: school has started, see profile for details. I'm hopefully going to try to post at least two chapters a month. if that's not enough, try my schedule fora whirl. (and I really am sorry it's shorter than I would like)

Cináed: Born of Fire

Bus ride again. I'm listening to Yellowcard this time. Some might say tacky, I say I don't care. They have a violin. And that's awesome. So I'm just staring out the window, when I notice someone sit next to me. It's hot bus guy, who I think might be Warren Peace. If it isn't oh well, and if it is... Well. We're just going to have to wait to find out.

I love flying on the bus. Even as a freshman, I loved it. The feeling that nothing can hold you down, that just for that one moment, gravity has totally and utterly forgotten about you. When I was... about eight, and I had just read the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series for the first time, my favourite part was where Arthur and Fenchurch fly all over London. After that, I tried so hard to make 'gravity forget about me' too. The book said all you need is something to distract you at just the right moment, to take your mind off the impending doom awaiting you below. I tried so many things, too. I tried remembering leaving my dolls in the sink, making my neighbour moon me, even out of desperation, having my parents come and smooch. Nothing worked. So, after many months of mishaps and broken bones, I was finally convinced that gravity had it's eye firmly on me. I still love trying though, I just don't jump off rooftops anymore.

And here I am, monologuing. I guess I'm more comfortable with Stripes than I thought. This is oddly comforting, for some reason. I don't think I've ever let myself be comfortable around people. I don't know why. Probably because of dad. This is... kinda nice though. I might just get used to this.

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Home again, Home again jiggity jig. Mother's at market to buy a fat pig. Which leaves me free to watch my favourite copies of Hamlet again for the umpteenth time. The 1990 Mel Gibson version and the 1996 Kenneth Branagh version. Mel Gibson because of the play scene: "Lady, shall I lie in your lap?" "No, my lord." "I mean, my head upon your lap?" "Ay, my lord." And Kenneth Branagh because of Ophelia. "Alack, and fie for shame! Young men will do't, if they come to't; By cock, they are to blame." I know what crazy is like.

"Ria," came the shrill voice invading my thoughts and my movie. How is it that adults always have the worst timing? "come help me put the groceries away." First she's going to want me to put the groceries away, then she's going to want me to cook something for dinner. Honestly! Why didn't she just put me in a cooking school, that's obviously what she wants me to do.

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thanks to:
mae; diosa de noche; silver-midnite; lt. commander richie; Lomiel; janfl
Wolf Katan: I have a thing with the hair. All elemental powers, when overtaxed, gain the colour significant to their power. ex. firered; ice/waterblue; magnetismsilver; etc.
Invisible Insomniac: I wouldn't say she's a pessimist... just very sarcastic.
Emily: yes I do wish I had her powers;)
Victoria Wolf: then you know there's some chickie on the imdb boards claiming to be his girlfriend.
and everyone who has favourited or alerted me