Thu, Apr. 25th, 2013, 08:42 pm
Hey my costuming friends,
My partner owns a navy cotton jacket and the colour is fading so he wants to re-dye the jacket (recondition it). We've never done this before. Any tips on how to do this?
Thu, Jul. 26th, 2012, 07:50 pm
I am feeling really anxious, all the time, and there is no reason for it.
My life is good. Can't complain. Stable job, positive life and everything else.
And yet I just can't shake this feeling that I'm supposed to be doing something else; every hour, every minute I'm just wasting away, and I'm a little concerned that it's going to lead to something outlandish like throwing it all away and just doing something crazy.
Kinda like the times I just decided I would climb a mountain, or throw all my money away to travel the world alone.
But I have good things now that would be really stupid to throw away and the motivation behind even considering these things just seems so *wrong*.
It's almost like I can't settle. It's like I have *really* itchy feet... really itchy feet, and I just have to get up and do something. Shake the world, get the shackles off my feet and do something crazy and frittery.
Is it going to be like this when I have kids? I'll just get this constant feeling that I'm not a good enough mother, and one day just pack it all in and leave?
My head is being weird again.
Sun, Apr. 1st, 2012, 11:07 am
My life is going pretty well. It's why you don't really hear from me now... I suppose that is a good thing.
I was looking through the pictures I had taken of my world trip. Some of the photos were good, most of them were shit. They all brought up memories though. Even of the things I never took a picture of. Some made me laugh, some made me remember, but one made me teary. I'm so sentimental. I was just browsing pictures and then suddenly the pictures of Reik and I showed up.
I still miss him. I know I shouldn't, but I do. I really do.
I hope he's alright.
I'm finally home :)
Just thought you'd like to know.
Mon, Dec. 19th, 2011, 12:11 am
My love story has been changed to friends only until I can revise it properly for the public sphere, as concerns have been raised by parties important to me.
If you are a person without a livejournal account, I still want you to be able to read things. If you want to read it, you can. I just have to add you as a friend. You can make a livejournal account, but if you don't want to do this, there are other ways to be added. I'm not quite sure how it works, but I do know that if you have a Google account, I can add that and you can see my entries with that. I don't know if there are other ways, but yes. Basically I want anyone who wants to read my entries to be able to read them, but some entries just can't be in the public sphere. So if you want to read them, let me know. I'll add you whether you have a livejournal account or not.
Amazingly, I have a computer here in Seattle.
Given that I'm only here for less than 24 hours, I really need to make the most of it. So here's what I'm going to do: I'm going to use this time to quickly type up a summary of what I've been up to, day by day. The details can wait, but at least I'll have *something*.
So... where did we leave off...( Read more...Collapse )
Tue, Nov. 15th, 2011, 06:16 pm
Just quickly for my own sake, since these French keyboards are hard to type on:
Oct 17th: Giant's Causeway
Oct 18th: Belfast. For somre reason, at this point, I started getting a bit bummed. I'm not sure whether I was hitting a stage where I was tired with travel generally and needed a break, or whether I could blame my feelings on the fact that the previous events (being stood up and therefore missing out on my tour in perfect weather, losing a day and having to reschedule the tour for another day that was terrible weather which destroyed my umbrella) were making me miserable. Over the next few days, instead of getting out and doing things and being active, I was hermitty.
Oct 19th: Travelled to Dublin today, met up with Peter, a good Irish friend I met last year.
Oct 20th: Chill out day, did some sewing and some research. It was nice. Peter and I went out for dinner at an Indian place, and met his house mates, who regaled me with tales of trying to get a shoe-boat-lamp through airport security. This started to lift my spirits out of the dumps.
Oct 21st: I decided to stay in Dublin one more day so I could catch up with Seamus, an Irish friend of mine that I got to know last year, who had just come back from a week in New York. Peter, Seamus and I went out for dinner and I had steak, and talked about things. Good times.
Oct 22nd: Transit! Woke up ridiculously early to catch the train then taxi to the ferry port. Caught the ferry from Dublin to Rosslare in Wales!!! A shuttle bus transferred us to the train station where I caught the train through Wales, traveling North to South through Wales countryside and towns.
So. Many. Sheep.
Changed trains at Newport and arrived in Bristol at night. Temple Meads train station is really pretty.
Oct 23rd: Walked around Bristol. Went down to the river, saw the S.S. Great Britain then the smaller ship, Matthew of Bristol, where I ran into the previous Mayor of Bristol, which was pretty cool! Then up toward the Clifton suspension bridge, very pretty!
Oct 24th: Went for a walk in Bristol to where Banksy first started out, saw a few street art pieces, then took the bus to Bath. Very pretty buildings there!
Oct 25th: Toured the Roman Baths in Bath, took a walking tour of the city, then took the train to Salisbury, then saw Stonehenge! There was a rainbow! Then took the bus to London.
Oct 26th: Saw the London Bridge... no wonder there are songs about it falling down :P Left London!
Oct 27th: Arrived in Paris! Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomph, can't spell the rest...
Oct 28th: Internet research and learn how to use the Iphone day :P
Oct 29th: Visited Versailles with a new friend, followed by pictures at Notre Dame, the Eiffel Tower at night, and Moulin Rouge.
Oct 30th: Today I fly to Switzerland!
Mon, Oct. 17th, 2011, 08:45 pm
God damn lj cut! Why you no work?
I always feel like, in writing these entries, that I somehow miss out on writing about all the things that are actually mattering to me on this journey. I manage to write all the things I did... but not really the things that meant the most to me. My writing seems boring like that, but I think to really be reflective, I need more time. Time that I don't really have right now, because internet is incredibly expensive. Just putting this up has cost me £3. I think it's a bit of a shame.
Let's see if lj cut works again.
I'm a terrible writer so I'd like to hide it if possible!
10th Oct: I could have continued hiking the West Highland Way. Sure, I had hiked 15 miles the day before and my shoes were drenched and my feet were sore and blistered and sure, the next leg was the hardest part of the whole hike. Sure, the next bit is particularly hard during times of rain and sure, it has been raining and was forecast to rain that day. Sure, I was completely out of money and sure, there was no ATM where I was planning to hike that day, or indeed anywhere inbetween.
But, I could have continued on. I could have hiked further that day, to the next stop where there was an ATM, and gotten money. I could have continued despite the weather, which actually ended up being sunny that day. I could have endured the mud and the shoes and the feet. I could have done it, I really didn't have any excuse not to. But I decided not to. So that day, after hiking for three days, on the fourth day I decided to head on up to the Isle of Skye. So I took the ferry across Loch Lamond, and waited for a bus going north. Just by chance, the next bus that passed me was going all the way to the Isle of Skye, so there I landed, later that night.
11th Oct: My first day in the Isle of Skye was probably also one of the best. I decided to hike the Quiraing, which is a beautiful area up north which has particularly interesting rock formations known as the Needle, the Prison, and the Table. Wonderful views, but terribly wet. I've come to expect that though.
12th Oct: Pretty wasted day. Couldn't seem to shake this loud and annoying Canadian guy who always had a story to brag about... ended up going to some hike with him, except we took the wrong way, and then by the time we realised, we ran out of time for the mountain climbing we were going to do. We attempted it anyway, but it was so boggy that I aborted it after an hour. Good thing I did too. He kept telling me "it looks like it gets drier" but my theory was "It only looks that way from this distance!" Sure, enough, he walked ahead 50 meters, and suddenly SLOSH (yay sound noises!) he was up to his knee in mud. I turned back and he continued.
... I saw him later that night, returning with one leg soaked in mud up to his knee, the other leg soaked up to his upper thigh. I feel justified in my decision, especially as I was only wearing my super fashionable crocs.
13th Oct: Last day in the Isle of Skye. Took the bus around the island. Took the bus West to the castle there, then took the loop North. Sadly missed the last bus looping South by 15 minutes, but we go South to get on and off the island so it isn't so bad. Ran into Sebastian on the bus during the Northern loop, he had also been hiking the Quiraing. We had dinner together later. Seeing all those sheep has made me crave lamb...
14th Oct: Spent most of the day in transit. Caught the bus from the Isle of Skye at 7:45am, and changed bus at Glasgow. Had the worst cheeseburger ever, then took another bus to the ferry. Then, I had the best ferry ride ever. I was expecting something similar to Thailand, where it's just chairs on a deck, but this was like a casino or fancy hotel or cruise ship. It had movies playing, it had stores, restaurants, free internet cafes, it had an arcade with a DDR machine, which I more than happily played. Arrived in Belfast, checked in, no fuss, at nearly midnight.
15th Oct: Decided to have lunch at John Wiley's (or something like that). Within a few hours, I had made several friends and had several drinks. Only in Belfast really, typical. I mentioned I was going to the Giant's Causeway the next day, and one of the locals said he would be more than happy to take me. I asked him if he was sure, because it was a big ask, and he said certainly! I thought that was awesome, so I kindly accepted. He asked me if I was going to stand him up tomorrow, and I said I wouldn't. Pretty awesome night, made a lot of friends and really felt welcome.
16th Oct: Got stood up. -_-;; Arrived at City Hall at 10am as arranged, waited half an hour, then texted him. To which I received the reply "sorry, v v sick! No way I can take you today, sorry". God damnit. If he'd at least told me he wasn't going to be able to make it, I could have booked the tour anyway as originally planned. But by the time I learned he wasn't going to be there, the tours had gone. Also, because it was Sunday, most of the stores were shut, so anything I had been planning to do on Monday, I couldn't do today either. It was a pretty wasted day, which was a shame because the weather was really fantastic.
17th: Oct: Giant's Causeway. Shitload of rain. Pretty pissed about not being able to go yesterday, it really put a stick in the works and I felt like I lost a day. It was nice enough, and I'm glad I saw it. Looks like I'll be heading to Dublin tomorrow... whoo...
Sun, Oct. 9th, 2011, 09:48 pm
Oct 7th: So my bus arrived in Glasgow today. I didn't waste any time... well other than the several hours I wasted at the bus stop. I *did* arrive at 6:30am... hm... I'm staying at a Bunkhouse and using the owner's laptop so I can't take too long writing this entry either... let's see...
I spent the morning stocking up on last minute supplies; namely waterproof pants, and a waterproof backpack cover. Sadly, I wasn't able to solve the issue of my non-waterproof sneakers...
Shortly thereafter I hopped on a bus to Milngavie (pronounced: milguy), and that was were the huge hike along the West Highland Way began. I started my trek around midday, and tried stopping for the night. Try being the key word, because the pub I stopped in didn't have any nearby accommodation, and nearly every number I tried calling was full. I ended up finding one room in one hotel for £40, several kilometers away, by which point it was also well and truly night time. One taxi ride later, and I was there.
The weather that day was beautiful. I walked in farmlands, past cows and sheep, and alongside rolling hills as the sun slowly set. It was beautiful.
Oct 8th: I was pleased to see that the Bed and Breakfast I paid £40 for was well worth it. The room had pretty much everything you could think of, from the basics such as towels and blankets, through to biscuits to go with your tea, also provided in the room. After 5 weeks in south east asia and even hostels in London where you have to hire a towel, this was a luxury. Not to mention, breakfast was included, and boy what a breakfast. Sausages, eggs, bacon, toast, mushrooms, potato scones, jams, cheeses, fruits, yogurts, cereals, juices, tea and coffee. I was so incredibly impressed, but then I'm impressed by many things, and quite easily at that. From there, it was back onto the West Highland Way for the second day of hiking.
This time, the day was covered in mist, and a fine, light rain the entire way. This time, I was taken through a forest, followed by a field of wild plants, which took me along the right hand side of Loch Lamond. Very scenic. From there, I hiked up Conic Hill, which took me winding through the lovely hilly Scottish landscape. At the high altitudes I was walking amongst the mist, and I didn't see another soul to entire time, with only the sheep to keep me company (so glad I'm not a Kiwi right now...) I was able to get to Balmaha just as the sun set, and was able to secure a bed for the night. The owner of the place I stayed at this time has actually attempted a Mt. Everest summit. Amazing.
Oct 9th: The third day of my hike. This time I pushed my boundaries and set myself a distance of 15 miles to hike. This was important because after the first 7 miles, there was no more accommodation or resting points until the final point. It was a great test of my abilities and endurance, and I'm really happy with the result.
I had dallied in the morning, and didn't actually start the hike until midday that day. In addition to that, I kept getting sidetracked with picture taking, talking to locals, and being distracted. As a result, it took me four hours to hike the first 6-7 miles. Upon realising it was 4 o'clock and I wasn't even half way there, I decided to kick it up a notch, especially since the sun goes down around 7pm. Amazingly, and I'm not quite sure how I did it, but I managed to cover the remaining 8-9 miles in only 3 hours. This was with a backpack weighing nearly 10kgs, and sore feet.
My legs, amazingly, are fine. Unfortunately, my shoes have been rather harsh on my feet, and my poor feet are suffering now, after managing the first two days brilliantly, they are now rather sore. Additionally, the £200 I had at the beginning of this trek had been diminished to a meager £10. Which no ATM to speak of in these parts, my options are limited. Plus, I believe the forecast tomorrow is for heavy rain.
Isle of Skye, anyone?
Thu, Oct. 6th, 2011, 10:10 am
Hmm... I've let this slide. Sorry about that, the internet here is expensive. I was paying £1.50 for every half an hour (so about $4.80 an hour). I've since found a place for £1 an hour (about $1.60) so I'll try to update a bit.
Oct 1st: So the bus that was supposed to arrive early for the train ended up taking two hours more than it was scheduled to. I would have missed the train anyway because I read it in Thailand time when the departure time was actually given in Malaysian time (even though the departure station was in Thailand...) so the train actually left at 3pm instead of 4pm. Never fear though, I booked an overnight bus instead to get me from Hat Yai to Kuala Lumpur. It meant I had 3 hours in Hat Yai to walk around, and amazingly, the bus arrived in KL before the train was scheduled to anyway! Sent away a few postcards... *cough*
Oct 2nd: Arrived in KL early morning. I tried to stay awake but that meant I was a zombie for most of the day. Felt better after a nap. Given it was my last day in South East Asia, it wasn't as exciting as you may have expected. I mostly recovered, repacked, and prepared for the next day.
Oct 3rd: Woke up early and took a taxi with a couple whose plane was leaving at 9:15am. Since mine was leaving at 9:10am, I thought sharing a taxi would be perfect. It wasn't until we were half way there that the couple revealed their plane was actually at 9:50am...
We politely asked the taxi driver to step on it so I could make my flight. When I arrived and checked the main screens, it said that check in for my flight had closed! Luckily I had checked in, but unfortunately I still needed my documents checked, and that closed the same time check in did. >_< Amazingly, I was still able to proceed to the counter and get through... counting my lucky stars.
The flight was the best 14 hour flight I've ever had, but more about that later. I have 3 minutes to summarise, so... Plane to London, walked through Hyde Park, met a guy from Afganistan.
Oct 4th: Lunch at hakespear pub, picked up poste restante mail to try and get my Australian sim card again, met with my host family, stayed with them the first night. Totally fantastic. So British.
Oct 5th: Tai chi, met Greg from West Africa/Scotland, walked to Harrows all boys school (posh school of 8 former prime ministers including Winston Churchill, the boys look so dapper in their navy blue uniforms and straw hats!) Then afternoon tea with scones and jam and cream with English Breakfast tea. Dinner with the family with lasagne and home grown salad, then home baked scones, cream and jam for dessert, with tea.
Oct 6th: Today. Tai chi, internet, laundry, bus to Glasgow.
Will fill in the details later...
Sat, Oct. 1st, 2011, 12:29 am
Sep 26th: As we've covered, I walked around the organic farm in Laos, nearly got kissed by a Lao local after he kicked my ass twice at checkers, then I went tubing, which I covered in another entry.
Sep 27th: Today I woke up at 6:20am, and cleaned the goat pens, then fed the goats, then milked the goats. With the milk, we started the process of making it into cheese. They showed us the work in progress where they make all the goat cheese... man that stuff is delicious. I love it toasted! After that, I took a class of Grade Four Lao students and taught them English. I gathered my books and rode 2kms on a dirt road on my bicycle to the local Lao primary school, and I had a class of students to myself for nearly an hour. I taught them the names of various school objects and turned it into a bit of a game where I would ask them what something was and then point to all the wrong things, followed by casually picking up the correct item and acting perplexed when the class became excited and started pointing towards the object screaming "YES!"
I really loved teaching English. They high fived me as they left. They said "See you tomorrow!" which made me super sad. I'd love to spend a much longer time in Lao, spending the time doing exactly what I did that day. It was lovely. Instead, I packed my things and boarded an overnight bus to Bangkok...
Sep 28th: Arrived in Bangkok around 6am, feeling dizzy. For some reason, sleeping on a bus makes me feel really 'otherworldly', dizzy, like I haven't slept for 53 hours and I feel like the world is moving slowly. So I stumbled into a hostel and slept for a bit. When I woke up, I was able to finally see the Grand Palace, which was nice. From there, I caught the 8:20pm bus from Bangkok to Phuket. It was a 1st class ticket, and I got a blanket, and a bun, and some water, and vegetable juice, and some nuts, and coffee! There were VIP tickets (above 1st class) but I didn't get those. Thing is, the bus from Lao to Bangkok *claimed* to be VIP, but I didn't even get the things I got in 1st class! So now I'm wondering, what's a *real* VIP bus like? Sadly, I don't think I'll get to find out this trip.
Sep 29th: I arrived in Phuket early in the morning and found my hostel, only to discover the dorms were fully booked :( They referred me to another place nearby, but after following their directions, I became lost. I found the beach though! Eventually I ended up back at the hostel, tired and defeated. I agreed to rent a private room instead, at about double the price. To be fair, they were pretty awesome private rooms. The bed was so big I had to roll around in it just on principle. It took a long time to check in, shower, tend to my laundry, eat lunch and generally get cleaned up. I didn't really get out properly until night time. I walked through all the nightlife and touts and tourists and found myself upon Patpong beach.
It was the best thing I had experienced in a while. We had a 'moment'. It called to me. There, at night, past the touts and the nightlife and the lights, was the beach. In the dark. There was no one. I put my feet on the sand, took off my shoes, and walked towards the water. Across the sand, feeling it beneath my feet, looking around and seeing that everyone else was back up on the roads and buildings. It was just me, the sand and the water.
I found out later that this beach was supposed to be the famous Patpong Beach and everyone complains that its beauty has led to development spoiling the place. And yet... no one was on the beach? Everyone was in the tourist district... but I loved it. For those moments, the beach was mine, and my heart sung out. I felt the air, I spun, I giggled, I ran. I walked in the water, I moved, and I sang. I spent many beautiful moments in that beach, and enjoyed that somehow, in a place that was so developed, that I had this amazing area to myself. I don't know how it happened. Maybe because it was dark. Eventually, I returned to the hostel and chatted with a few guests. They have a drinking game called Jackpot which I enjoy because it involved numbers, counting, and strategy. I didn't actually drink anything despite it being a drinking game, but it was alright.
Sep 30th: Today was quite brilliant. Really, brilliant. The weather was forecast to be scattered thunderstorms, but yet again, I managed to have perfect weather. Which was good, because today I went on a full day tour of Phi Phi and the surrounding islands. I went snorkeling, swimming, seeing monkeys, and generally seeing lots of beautiful scenery. Islands, crystal clear water, schools of fish in blue/light green water. Really lovely. And snorkeling was absolutely stunning. Snorkeling doesn't sound very glamorous, and I wasn't too excited about it, but actually being immersed in the water and actually being surrounded by schools of fish is something else entirely. It was all in all, a lovely trip, even though I became incredibly sunburnt. To end the day, I went to Patpong beach during the day, and watched the sun set. A lovely evening.
Oct 1st: Hasn't happened yet, but I have a bus booked to leave in the morning to take me to Hat Yai. If the bus arrives before 4pm, I'll be catching the 4pm train to Kuala Lumpur. However, if the bus misses the train, I guess I'll be in Hat Yai for the day. We'll see how it goes.
Mon, Sep. 26th, 2011, 06:16 pm
Today I went tubing!
"I will go alone, today!" I said.
I met up with a group who were also going tubing.
"I won't go to any pubs!" I said.
I decided to follow this group to a pub along the river.
"I won't get wet, I'll just float in the tube!" I said.
To get from the river to the riverside pubs, the staff will throw out a bottle attached to a rope. You grab the bottle, and they pull on the rope to bring you in. After grabbing the bottle, I went underwater. I lost my hat, I lost my sunglasses, and I nearly lost the tube. And the worst part, the group didn't even go to the pub. They couldn't grab the bottles, and so they ended up floating down to the next place anyway.
I had read the warnings that said not to trust the 'waterproof' bags they sold. "My two zip-lock bags will be fine!" I said .
"Since I'm going alone and just floating in a tube and don't plan to go to any pubs, I'm not going to get wet and my camera should be *fine* in the two zip lock bags, right?" I said.
When I started this trip, I carried only four things of value:
* My phone
* My camera
* My bankcard
* My passport
Mon, Sep. 26th, 2011, 12:54 pm
Traveling on my own has been interesting. It's allowed me to see what *I* am, free of any other factors that may have influenced my behaviour. In an environment where everything is constantly changing, I am the one and only common factor. So patterns that emerge are more than likely going to be indicative of a trait of mine.
Through this, I am learning what my triggers are. What I like, what I don't like, what irritates me, and what my personality is like. How people react to me, especially as opposed to other people. I'm starting to recognise when I feel threatened, or when I'm grumpy (which it turns out, is much more often than I had realised) and overall, this gives me the opportunity to recognise these things, and with it, an opportunity for change.
I'm not sure if I like the person I am.
Mon, Sep. 26th, 2011, 12:29 pm
My lj cut tags aren't working anymore for some reason.
Sep 24th: Managed to see some temples, including the reclining Buddah at Wot Poh and the Temple of Dawn. Missed out on the Golden Palace and the Golden Mountain (or was that the Grand Palace?) but time was of the essence. Managed to squeeze in some shopping and bought a three in one Goretex jacket for the European winter I will be experiencing shortly. Hopefully the jacket holds out.
Caught the train at 8pm from Bangkok to Nong Khai (near the Thai/Laos boarder). Slept on the train, got to see the chairs be converted into beds, which was pretty neat.
Sep 25th: Train arrived at Nong Khai at 9am, around an hour late. Caught a short train from Nong Khai to Thenelong where I got my Visa for Laos and then boarded a bus to Vienteine (the capital of Laos). From there, we stopped for lunch, then bought another bus ticket for Vang Vieng, my final destination. Arrived around 7pm? Found myself an organic farm where I'll be staying for the time being.
So... spent pretty much the entire day in transit.
Sep 26th: Wanted to help feed the goats today but that was happening at 6:30am and given the poor sleep on the train the previous night, I couldn't bring myself to get up. Took a tour of the farm instead, running into one of the local Lao people who lived here. He ended up showing me around, including the goats (adults, babies and a pregnant one), we fed the pigs, then we saw the mud houses and on a secluded table, we played Checkers. He made the game pieces out of bits of stick, and we played two games, in which my rustiness on the rules got me sounded beaten both times. Then he... erm. Tried to kiss me >_<
This has happened in every single damned country except for Cambodia. Oh wait, I had my male friend with me the whole time then. That explains it. For serious, I seem to be building a collection. Thai, Malaysian, Indian, skipped Cambodia, and now Lao. At least Europeans ask first.
I haven't even been here 24 hours!
I want to experience this 'tubing' thing that seems to be the go. I can already hear the music playing. Apparently the organic farm where I'm staying is where it all began, where the owner (Mr. T) had the idea for his volunteers to float down the river in tubes. It's taken off since then and now it's the main attraction, with pubs along the river. The downside is that all the music and development is now actually detrimental to the farm. So it's a bit of a bittersweet sensation. Either way, I'm not too interested in the drinking side of it, I mostly want to float down the river, look at the scenery, and take pictures. Here's hoping my camera makes it alright :)
So I've been traveling for nearly two weeks now. Given I'll be traveling for 4.5 months, that's only 1 part of a 9 part journey. So far, I've visited three countries: Malaysia, Singapore, and Thailand. I forgot which one it is who has the king I'm not allowed to disrespect, so right now I'm just being careful to avoid disrespecting kings in general.
Everyone is always so surprised to hear I'm traveling alone.
"You're traveling alone?"
"Ooooooh!!!!" *makes surprised face* "You're very brave!"
...is it so bad for me to be traveling alone? Really? Is this very unheard of? For a reason?( Read more...Collapse )
But it's only been two weeks. I'm sure I'll figure it out as I go. It's something for me to do on my own. Sometimes I wonder if the internet is preventing me from doing that, which is why I'll be interested to see what happens in the long term without my phone. Maybe a cut from the internet would be a good idea as well. But it's early days yet, I'm curious about how I'll feel about this trip over the longer term.
That's all for now, I think. Not going to go into my thoughts of the actual places yet, this was more about my thoughts about the trip in general so far. Kylie out :)
If you guys are reading these, you really shouldn't. They're boring and just detail what I did, rather than my thoughts or any actual 'content'.
You know, content of the *mind*. Mostly because I'm trying to save time, and if I start thinking, then I start using lots of time, because I ramble.( Read more...Collapse )