I didn't get anything put up yet, but I'm starting anew because I'm sick and tired of being surrounded by all my old junk, but I can't be bothered to simply delete the account because 1) I'll lose all my faves and friends 2) most of the artwork is not backed up and 3) as much as I hate most of the work on here, some people may want to go back and look at it. Plus it does serve as good reflection of my progress. Here it is! : ~OverImaginated (https://www.deviantart.com/overimaginated) I'm working on stuff to add to it, so please be patient. I'm probably going to post fanfiction up there as well. ;P ~ Rebecca -:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:- ~.::. Clubs .

This ain't your "dropped it down the toilet" story. At least it would've been fetchable if it had. It all started Friday morning. With the inspection and all, I thought it would be smart to lock up my stuff and put the number not anywhere in the room but in the booklet in my shirt pocket. The inspection people showed up whilst I was there, however, so there really was no reason. And, they gave me an 'F' for the floor because apparently I didn't vacuum, when I did - they are so anal, I swear. xP Well, today I thought it would also be smart to put my cell phone in my shirt pocket, so I wouldn't have to worry about it possibly slipping out of

Yesh. Much stress. Never flown alone, never lived alone (for more than 3 weeks) so ... but anyways. I'm becoming more independent, which is good. I'm getting up on time, getting to places and buses on time, food and clothes shopping alone .... but it's overwhelming with every new thing. It later turns out to be really no big deal, but ... I get teary-eyed only when I speak to my mom on the phone. I'm actually getting teary eyed as I wrote that last line. Pretty pathetic, no? What can I say? I'm homeward bound. So anyways, I'm working in custodial - which doesn't sound very appealing but at least you don't have someone breathing down your nec