Magpie8spook

SO MANY MESSAGES.



It's so cute how the internet has started suggesting British things for me to do and see look up.  Skype wants me to call an English pub.  I said no, thanks.

Might go for a walk now.  Will catch up as time permits.  Hope everything is good for everyone.


-Victoria

Hey!  

Just thought I should let you know that I'm leaving.  Probably won't be around much (at all) for the next three weeks, (not that I've been around much these last two, but I'll berate myself over that later, and it mostly couldn't be helped).

Last night my sister was watching a show about planes and how sometimes they don't stay up.  I need to go comfort her.  And maybe stop worrying.  And maybe finish packing, we'll see.

Also, it was recently Dizappearingirl's birthday!  Go and wish her a late birthday!

I bid you all a fond farewell.

-Magpie (the idea of having wings appeals to me very much right now)

p.s. What I'm listening to right now?  It is never going to allow me to take all the Bad Wolf references in Doctor Who seriously ever again.  Just so you're aware.

Did you know that I have never before watched Doctor Horrible's Sing-Along Blog?  I always meant to, but I just somehow never got around to it.

I decided to fix that.  I am now halfway through the first act, and already it is one of the single greatest things of my life.  

(The video isn't loading properly, that's the only reason I'm telling you all this.)

Okay here we go.

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Lacy, billowing curtains...  

He-ey, Nathan Fillion.

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The ending.  This was me: i158.photobucket.com/albums/t1…
(Without the dead girl in the background, but still.)

That was fantastic though.

O hai Queen's.

I can haz more moneez?

Because my 96.3% average says that I can.

<--It exists! C:

I know I should be answering messages and emails and stuff, but I've spent the day cleaning my computer's hard drive (still not done) and creeping the internet for other folks who are headed off to the castle.  I've found two.

The weird bit is, I know the one.  Except not.  Except distantly, but never in person.  Through someone at work, actually.  She may or may not know that I exist.  

I am such a creep.

_{P.S. Secret Project is a Secret. c:}

I don't know why, but it seems strangely fitting that I'm going to graduate amidst peals of thunder and flashes of lightning.

I'm just a storm girl, I guess.

***Later***

"I've had a lot of failures in my life, but you're not one of them."

...Thanks daddy. XD

Grad was nice.  I don't think I've quite got my head around it yet...but it was still nice.