It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss!

Alright folks!

Anyone who has ever wondered about what my art is like? Click on the link to my homepage - it'll take you to my deviant-art page where there are PICTURES! HARRY POTTER PICTURES!

I'll admit it, the scanning wasn't excellent but I've just spent the last...2 hours in front of my computer, rejoicing at finally having a scanner.

Also, lipstickcat, my love? You not feeling so hot? Check your email. There are TWINS!

I heard there was a secret chord, that David played and it pleased the Lord...

but you don't really care for music do you?

This is the second time I'm typing this entry.

Y'know, when you text a friend at 2:30 in the morning asking for their address, you don't normally get phoned straight away, do you? And yet, that's what donal did which provoked a fantastic 15 minute conversation about "Goblet of Fire", t-shirts, Luton and how I now sound girly on the phone. That's even funnier because I've never known how I sounded on the phone.

So, after that bit of excitement, I tried to settle myself to sleep by listening to music and actually got quite upset, thinking about stuff again. I feel...left behind, is probably the best term for it.

I mean, Jacqui's in Manchester, Jenni's in Spain, Jules in in Aberdeen, I have no clue where Eimear is, Efa's in Liverpool, Donal's in Luton, Jess is floating around Co. Down somewhere and Ruth's in Alaska. And even the people that I just used to bump into everyday - god only knows where they are now. And here am I, sitting doing nothing with my life whilst they're at uni. I mean, I know June and Lillybet are still here but June has a job and Elizabeth her own business.

I dunno. And then I realised that this time next year I won't even be living in my own home anymore. And it scared me. No, actually it terrified me. Because I'm still just a kid! I mean, I run around singing in the rain and I laugh at the stupidest things...And yet, in less than 3 months, I'm going to be 19. And I just typed 18.

I feel...No, I know my life has changed. That my life is changing. And I don't know if I'm ready for it or what I'm going to do with my life. And yet, I know I've got to get out of this place. I know I can do it. I rambled on the way home from Newry to my mum and said that I didn't think that I fit in over here. She asked me in what way did I not fit in and I told her that it wasn't that I don't fit it, I do but I still feel...embarrassed? restricted? here. Like I can't be myself. Half the time, I feel like I can't breathe. So that's why I could never stay here and go to university - because I know I'd never really leave. No matter how much I love this place and how well I know the back roads and the best way around Belfast and which cinema/pub is the best, I know I have to leave. And part of me is so glad to leave it behind. And part of me can't even speak, it's that terrified.

I don't even know what I'm rambling about anymore. I'm going to do the paperwork I've got to do. Sorry. Sorry.

Fascinate me...medicate me, 'cause I just can't handle the pain

Haha, I was going to throw my name into the X-rated Snap's Cups meme (and I typed Snape's too - Thass all your fault lipstickcat!), but considering the last one, I'm not. That and I don't think I'm the type of girl people have sexual thoughts about.

In other news, my wrist and elbow are killer sore from the sudden rainfall earlier. Not on, weather!

But, now that I have a scanner and feel remotely creative (as well as procrastinating from typing my room) DRAWBLES! For those not in the know, drawbles are drawing drabbles.

And I'm in the mood for them. So suggest to me! Anything. As long as I know the fandom. The rest is up to you! ^_~

I am wearing a fedora hat. And I make it look good.