Hey y'all,

You might have noticed that my account use has slowed down drastically over the summer until now, and if you watch me in other places, those've slowed down too. In fact, I've just slowed down in general.

But I wrote something for you. A last hurrah for Tangled Facades, a pathetic attempt to say goodbye to a fandom that dominated my life for several years, and now means... very little to me. Oh, don't upbraid me for it, people-who-are-probably-not-reading-this, sure, Bill is wonderful, yippie skippy. But he's human, damnit. The kid's not a friggen God. He's right, he's wrong, he's perfect, he's flawed, he's gay, he's straight, he's hot, he's not. I'm honestly sick of it.

By the by, it ends with a cliffhanger. Don't expect more. I really don't plan on it. I never did do well with plot.


Should I cut my hair short? Maybe like this? Heh. Dunno. Too much change in such a short time might kill me. I haven't let scissors near my hair since fall of sophomore year.

Hm.

I've been reading a lot of webcomics. Too many really.
Favs:
Questionable Content
DAR
Shortpacked!
Girls with Slingshots



Hope you've had a good year, and here's to a better year, and better decade.
Good luck.




ps- the emote for "insecure" sucks. that is not the only kind of insecure. am too lazy to find a better one.

ETA: Because it's Long:
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
Part 1) Matters of the heart.
Part 2) Rocky Horror Picture Show Midnight Showing
Epilogue) READ THIS BOOK!
Ultra-Epilogue) MY GOD TH, I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR A FEW MONTHS AND WHAT?

PART 1)
Wow, long time no post!
I should totally blame it on schoolwork.
Except that mostly it's the whole "WOAH I'M AT COLLEGE OH EM GEE" thing, which involves making friends, trying to get out of my room and off my computer, a fileshare of amazinkness and my GIRLFRIEND!

I am not going to gush, because I don't want y'all retching on me because of my besottedness. The short story involves HORRIBLE timing, the library, people playing hide-and-seek-tag and parents visiting the school. Calling mom tomorrow, will see how this works out. Hm. I could also mention that when we told my roommate, my roomie was like "about frigging time, if you'd taken any longer I would have shoved you at each other and gone "just kiss already!"."

Really want my home irl friends to meet her.

PART 2)
Before you start retching on me, I shall change the topic! I am going to see the midnight showing of Rocky Horror on Halloween! Woohoo! It shall involve dressing up! We went online and bought corsets today!
I an getting this (not pink anymore. Black and white.
One friend is getting this and my roommate is getting this.
_{All external links should lead to wetseal.com}
Actually, that probably made you retch just as much. Well, talking to certain people now...

I now need something to wear on the bottom, because, um, hi? I'm not one for wearing just panties, damnit. I draw shit like that, but I'm an awkward slasher at heart, okay? and just because I have sexy clothing (or...pink clothing...twitch) doesn't mean I'll be comfortable in it. But what the hell, I'm going to ROCKY HORROR, and there will be DUDES IN DRAG WEARING LESS. So I should be less awkward. I think. Have this feeling that the others will pre-game, which will make me loosen up in that I won't be as afraid of seeming stupid and awkward (Why would I "need" alcohol when the people around me are inebriated! The collective inhibitions are lowered anyway!)

ETA: Problem solved.

Hm. Need shoes and fishnets and a pair of high white socks, as well as something for the bottom half. Damn, this is getting complicated.

~Lark, the oddly-changed-by-college-already-holy-shit, out.

EPILOGUE)
_{LUE = Life the Universe and Everything. If you haven't read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, go do so now. It will make your life WIN.}

ULTRA-EPILOGUE)
_{This is the journal the never ends! It just goes on and on my friends! One day I started writing it, not knowing what it was, and I continued ETAing it forever just because this is the journal that never -- (C'mon people! Sing along!)}
THAT IS ALL I HAVE TO SAY
Lies. Someone took Bill, a hairstylist, and a lifetime supply of red bull and hairspray and locked them all in a room together. Wow. (NOTE: He can do what he likes to his hair. I just reserve the right to comment in my journal. If you think I'm being disrespectful, I hope you can get used to it.) Actually, I'd like to point out WHEN DO WE GET THIS?!
I'm officially one of those horrible people who blogs about stars' fashion fallacies now. Damnit.
Actually, I only really want to know the story behind Gustav's hair. Cockatoo Bill is amusing, but what made Gusti change his hair color? I like the fact that he doesn't used tons of product. It's endearing somehow. (I go to a pretty hippie college. Many of us shower, some of us shave, and a few are even vegetarian instead of vegan. Natural is nice. But of course, I can talk. I helped dye my girlfriend's hair purple. _{PS - I'm playing with the stereotype of my school. If I've confused you, just ignore me. It's best for the sanity. The bit about my gf's hair is true, though.})

I still don't get why someone would favorite things she hates.

Gotta love people.

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