I am: itching to write!
What's the anime freak listening to now? Pocket Full of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield
Dream Diary: None that I can remember. Just a freaky midnight encounter with a closet and twenty coats billowing out of it like a serial killer.
I'm wanting to write so much today! So here's just a little book two teaser:
Apparently, Miradellian Princesses can't have normal bodies. They have to be fit. They have to be small and agile for convenience's sake--really, combat's sake. This explains my thorough petite-ification, literally from head to toe. This explains why I scared myself losing track of time for nearly an hour out running yesterday, stopping only when the cold felt like a flaming sword in my throat.
And have to symbolize majesty, which supposedly explains why my hair suddenly puts the best conditioner in the store to crimson ignominy. (There's another thing that's been majorly annoying, English homework.)
And I still proudly to not wear the American Anorexia Physique. No, I look a little more along the lines of . . . an anime girl. Which I really wouldn't mind . . .
. . . . if all the freaking mouth-breathing otakus in the anime club would start queuing up in the manga library line to check out the books, the way they used to--NOT the librarian!!!!!
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