Alone at Last

My life is, if only briefly and temporaily, my own again, like my room. I am having a lucky breather where I can hide, play and exist in my room again without someone always there. It's a nice change. I have no idea how much longer it's going to last. But for the moment I'm happy about it. I haven't had to live in such incredibly close quaters (aka, someone in MY room) for a very long time, and I can't say I'm exactly enjoying the dubious honor. My room has always been my sanctuary and I feel in some way as if this is a violation of it somehow. Everytime I complain, I'm simply told, my "roommate" (my sister) will be moving very far away at the end of August when (and in my opinion IF) she gets married (again) and I won't be able to see her so I should enjoy this time. Spending time with someone is great, having them living in your back pocket and constantly wanting to your attention (or computer) is somewhat tiring. As rude as this may sound, she actually kind of reminds me of a little kid somedays. I shouldn't go anywhere, in case she wants to do something. I should drop everything when she wants to play on my computer. and yet disappear when she wants "alone" time. Now don't get me totally wrong, I do enjoy certain things about her being here. I do like spending time with her (just not on a 24/7 basis), she shares my love of horrors and while I hated doing it, I must admit, her coming did require me to clean my room, which I am actually enjoying. BTW Thanks to Emeraldblaze, Allanon and my Mawce for kicking my ass to making sure I get it done, spending those long hours in my disaster and the money spent on helping me organize and keeping me sane. well as sane as I've ever been.

I got a new dress the other day that made me dissolve into "princess" mode. It's supposed to be for my sisters wedding, but as I can't wait that long I've been wearing it every chance I can get. I actually got it at an east indian store, and I'm all giggly about it. Sad but true. Dresses make me feel pretty and special. I don't know why, but they make me relax somewhat. It's weird I know.

I've also aquired a gorgeous, glass quill for writing. I'm beyond thrilled. It's the kind of thing I've always loved. My boyfriend was kind enough to lend me some good ink, and I've been happily looking for things I can use it on. It's taking me a while to get the technique down. It's not actually anywhere as easy as it looks. But the results are well worth it. I've also been reading my magic books more often. As my boyfriend is always telling me, No point in getting more until I truly use the ones I have. So with renewed determination I'm working on it.

Things seem to be pretty good at this moment, besides being oddly exhausted and one major storm cloud on the horizon that is undoubtedly going to rain and hail on this parade I'm having during this time of brief repite. I guess nothing is perfect. As I'm not much for people reading over my shoulder while I'm writing, espacially about them, my entries will probably be just as eradic, if not more than usual until the end of August. Anyways I'm off to download more Sarah McLaghlan Songs (yeah I probably spelt it wrong I know). Au Revoir.

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