"I feel I must interject here,"

Agh, it's fall. Cold fall. Not boring, "official fall" but still green fall. It's cold, windy, colorful, gray fall. And it's sort of wonderful.
I often feel badly that I do not memorize things. I want to know my favorite poem, I want to keep by heart a passage from Shakespeare, I want to do that. I will.
I want to start re-reading what I have read. Instead of making a To Read list, why, I suppose I'll make a Have Read Part Two list. I want to understand them know as I did not when in my past. Why I feel like I could understand it now? I do not know, but I feel as though I could. Which may or may not mean I can. I could very well end up dissappointed, but somehow, I feel like if I really try, I won't. So it has to come naturally forced.
Time.
I am also glad to be back here in the blogosphere.
It's an old home.
I've also had a good weekend. Mostly spent with you and Memaw, but very well. I did something I thought I would never do.
I enjoyed MCL Cafeteria.
I see these people and their experiences and wonder if they mean something to me. If wondering that they mean something, if that makes them mean something. Sad that, when I lay in bed, late at night, I wonder mostly about people I've yet to know. Or never know. Sometimes it's better that way.
No one is ever just friends. "Just" applies that there are no attatchments, I feel like. "Oh, it's just that." Just. No, no, no just's here. Plenty of tied heartstrings.
The Cyclops (a kitten with one eye) is that the vet's office. Crossing my fingers.
For what, just good luck, I suppose.
I know the feeling of things dissappearing. It's very weird. Like you can swear it was there, but it isn't. Either there are different versions or recent renovations, I prefer the vision that was in my mind.
Laugh, laugh, laugh. It's the best.
I have charges at the library again. But no CD's, so it'll be a lot less money! And let's see, well, I think I'll always forget the due dates of my library books. Memaw wonders how I am so careless, I smile at my consistency to forget. It's kind of plesant in a way.
I can barely see and have not been checking for seplling mistakles, typos, or grammar errors. Do pardon.
I'm listening to Last.Fm for the first time in a long time. I always put in the same artist to play related aritsts. Ha.
You having texting? That's going to be so weird. Be prepared to be forever bothered by me.
I have tha same exact feeling that I did blogging here the night of Thanksgiving, getting ready to go shopping with my Mom, around ten or so. Weird. Kind of anxious. I think I will go drop off my library books in just a bit.
Got my grades and I'm at a point where I could go for the worse or for the better nad it's good to feel confident in knowing that I can make myself go for the better, now.
And there's motivation.
Good times ahead, I think?
Winter has the opposite affect on me in regards to seasonal depression, I think.
It makes me happy.

By the corner of 16th and Deleware being your place of employment, are you implying that you are a prostitue? Ahaha...


"Cheer up, won't you?" the Ticketmaster asked after a long, awkward pause. The Ragpicker sat back a little and sighed, looking at the Ticketmaster reather curiously. The Ticketmaster, always having something up her sleeve, or being thought to, simply smiled, then grabbed the Ragpicker's dirty but comforting hand and lead her to a place that the Ticketmaster was once known for complaining about: The Abbey Coffeehouse. "Let's get you something to drink," said the Ticketmaster, leacving the Ragpicker in the serene entrance of the Abbey. Minutes later, a frazzled Ticketmaster came back with hot apple cider. "Sorry that took so long, the service is still as if I were here." Then the Ticketmaster leaned in again, only this time to...

Ahahaha, two points.

Well, I'm off to actually be a person now.
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Bye!

"Wait a minute--wait a minute, here."

Well, hello there, cyberspace!
It has been much too long since we have become connected, and I'm glad to be back.
I've had a good weekend. After you left, my dad popped in Monster's Inc. for my mom and I to watch the end scene that we love so much, but I fell asleep almost instantly, my mom never came to watch it, and Katie was playing SIMS. So my dad watched it all by his lonesome, until I woke up for the last ten minutes. And then, our favorite scene wasn't even there! I swear! It completely disappeared. Saddening.
And then, I went to HSM3, for reals, with Eileen. And we laughed together, which was nice. After which, we headed over to Jessie's, and what happened there is sworn to secrecy. Sorry. You shall never know. But it was a good time. We made cupcakes, and ordered pizza, and I stole slushies from the others who bought them, since they had money.
And today.
Nothing. I went to the library. They took away $40.00 in charges, so now I'm only up to seven. Only, ha.
What have you been doing?
I've tried calling you,
because I have good news phone wise.
Such as texting in the near future.
I'm serious.

"So what have you got to do today?" the Ticketmaster inquired, optimistic about the rest of the day. Just as she asked, the Ragpicker's phone started ringing it's oriental jingle and the Ragpicker looked down at the caller ID and sighed. "Well, let's get going," she said rather reluctantly. The Ticketmaster didn't understand the hint of sadness, but decided against asking again. "Well, alright, let's be on."

That was the last one, I believe.

They headed off towards the Ragpicker's place of employment, being the corner of sixteenth and Delaware. Here they sat for the majority of the day, and although they longed to be alone, they made the most out of this time together, people watching and making fun of old Herron students who did not recognize them, the Ragpicker in, well, rags, and the Ticketmaster having a normal hair color. They shared hot chocolate, as it had begun to turn slightly chilly, and they gave head rubs for the first time in a long time. And then, in a not altogether unexpected move, the Ticketmaster leaned in towards the dirty face of the Ragpicker.

Oh, golly.
I hope you are having a good time.
Call?
Bye.