Someone on TV just said "Amy likes to have a good time wherever she goes," but doesn't everyone? Who likes to have a bad time? And even if they liked having a bad time, wouldn't they be having a good time if they had a bad time?

Oh, my God, I am so irritable right now.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. *Bites off chicken head.

Feeling: Shocked
Listening to: First Day Of My Life by Bright Eyes

Bright Eyes are on the radio! It is amazing.

It's been a while since I last said something about my loving grandmother, and during the short time I've been back in Brunei, she's ordered me, on several accounts, to leave the house, all while her stick was shoved dangerously close to my face. Tonight, though, she threw her stick at me, and it would appear she is now extra determined to get me out.

I don't know why she hates me so much.

"It is the very nature of this world that all things are devoured and time is a mouth as bloody as any other." - The Vampire Armand by Anne Rice

Feeling: Obsessed
Listening to: Love Song for a Vampire by Annie Lennox

A lot has happened since my last post, but I'll tell you one thing for sure - I'm now safely in the self-proclaimed Abode of Peace.

I was going to make a list of all the things the United States allowed me to experience, and maybe I'll actually do it, but for now, let me talk about my rekindled obsession with unusual but cool piercings, and how I have a strange anxiety making me want to get them.

So... uhh.

Once, I had the rarest rose that ever deemed to bloom. Cruel winter chilled the bud and stole my flower too soon. Oh, loneliness. Oh, hopelessness.