Hey.

I'm back. I tend to go into hiding every now and again. I don't know who all knows what, so let me say to the people who do know: I'm fixing it. I'm trying to fix it. I'd never hurt a friend on purpose, and I feel like a big shit over the whole affair.

Anyway, my birthday was Tuesday. Yay. I got money. I did not go out, I did not celebrate. What is there to do at 25 that there wasn't to do at 18?

To all the people on my f-list I've neglected, forgive me. I don't intend to run away again, as I think I'm finally getting things sorted. I may be moving out of my mum's house for a bit, since I can't get along with anyone there. My steppy and I had a cursing match last week, and my sister is a royal pain in the arse. Fucking pregnant cow.

So, there we are.

Interest meme.

I stole this from cat_attack.

Based on the lj interests lists of those who share my more unusual interests, the interests suggestion meme thinks I might be interested in
1. music score: 27
2. reading score: 17
3. poetry score: 14
4. cats score: 14
5. the beatles score: 11
6. live music score: 11
7. ska score: 11
8. depeche mode score: 11
9. dancing score: 10
10. singing score: 10
11. movies score: 9
12. edward norton score: 9
13. harry potter score: 9
14. radiohead score: 8
15. boondock saints score: 8
16. hobbits score: 8
17. creative writing score: 8
18. coffee score: 8
19. eddie izzard score: 8
20. tori amos score: 8

Type your username here to find out what interests it suggests for you.

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I fucking hate Tori Amos. How dare it suggest to me that I might be interested in her, God Damnit! Anyway.

Beta??

Anyone wanna beta read the first bit of a story for me? It's Orlijah, rated PG.

Oh, and it's 2,500 words long so far.

Life as I know it.

I hope vestalvagrant has a safe trip to London. She's flying up from Australia, and I hope things go well for her. Who knows, maybe we'll bump into each other someday. She's got a green light to bitchslap me if we do.

I hate my layout. The black and pink just aren't working for me anymore, but I don't know what I want to do with this thing. I don't even know if I'm going to keep it. This journal sort of represents all the shite things that have happened in the last eight or so months. Things that most people here don't even know about, because I failed to share them. I've just been Sarcastic Sonja, always with something quick to say about everything, but really there's a lot going on behind the scenes. I was meant to be in school right now, at uni in Denver, but I'm not. All that time I said I was in class with Angela, I was in class as a student. Why I felt the need to say otherwise is beyond me. Why am I not there now? It turns out when you show up to your Ethics classes drunk more than a few times, the faculty have a problem with that. A bit ironic, isn't it? Drunk in an ethics class, how very unethical. Needless to say, I was kicked out of the school. Apparently, the school faculty aren't the only ones with who disapprove of the odd bit of pre-class refreshment. Immigration doesn't like to see the people to whom they've so generously given visas act in such a manner.

I'm turning comments off on this entry because it was a way for me to vent, not to ask for pity or whatever. Thanks for listening.