I admit it. I have a life. I know it's a shame to have one, especially when I have such a supportive and wonderfully blissful internet life, but I can't help it. I'm a vidaholic.

College is coming up and I'm going to have to polish my portfolio (do I even have one?) for applications.

My job as a coffee shop slave is going extremely well. I have -mostly- lovely coworkers with whom I get along amicably. Suprisingly, there are a lot of foreigners who visit us. I'm always looking forward to work.

Rehearsals for the show are coming along. My muscles are heavily protesting but my mind is too tired to listen.

Love and sex are just there. Kind of swirling around in my life like smoke but never actually there. Should I be thankful?

If you're interested in keeping track of whether I'm alive or not, my LJ is a good indicator. (For whatever reason.)

Peace, yo.

**EDIT: Thank you so freaking much whomever faved and watched me while I was away. Each and every one of you added to my poor, downtrodden self-esteem.
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AIM: Lightningsither
Gaia: julliel

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