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Below are the 14 most recent journal entries.

	2007.01.03  17.25 thieves Regarding item #2 on the last entry - If you are a petty thief, do not steal somebody's cell phone and give the number to your mother. She will call, your identity will be revealed; two large men and a fed-up nurse's aide will descend on you. By the by, if you're fresh out of jail and this incident is reported to the sheriff... back ye go.

	2006.12.25  21.11 Christmas cheer 1. My grandmother never called, sent card, etc. I heard not one word from her regarding Christmas. 2. Some fecking louse stole my purse out of Ben's car. 3. KILL.

	2006.12.13  13.02 insanity My week, in summary: Worked way too much, accepted to LVN school, worked some more, agreed to wear a pillow for Bio 12 presentation, investigated driving school, dyed hair red, bought Christmas presents, slept. Slept some more. Need to sleep again.

	2006.04.18  17.06 *twilight zone music* I think I got the presence in my kitchen on film! My house has always had something odd about it. When I was eleven or twelve, I saw a shadow figure walk across the back patio (it was about eight feet tall and very skinny; stride five feet or so). I occasionally see - like the edge of a leg or a skirt whipping around a corner. There used to be a transparent fuzzy being, about a foot tall, that would always walk between the stove and the fridge. The feeling in the house is just very strange. Yesterday, I felt like I was being stared at very hard, so I quietly said "Please stop it." The window blinds started to vibrate / hum, and another window rattled softly. I felt the staring again today, ( So I took a photograph )

	2006.04.15  12.51 New corset by Doc__Holliday I ordered a custom cincher from doc__holliday about two months ago. It came in the post yesterday!! It fits very well, and the quality seems very reasonable. There are a few flaws in the topstitching, but these are only visible upon close inspection. ( Pictures here )

	2006.04.11  22.47 kitties!! My mother's boyfriend's two cats are over here for the night, as his landlord will be visiting tomorrow. One of them is a month-old kitten ^_^ It's the softest, most adorable thing imaginable. The kitten's grey and was born on Ash Wednesday - but its name is, of all things, Spanky. Mood: sleepy

	2006.04.07  08.18 O-hi-O! I don't know why I subjected this as Ohio. I've never been to Ohio. Indiana, Kentucky, Illinois, and Missouri, but not Ohio. I'm going into half-mourning for a couple of weeks. It doesn't feel right to wear bright colours yet. This may seem perverse to some people, but most will probably not notice because I'm not entirely dressed in black. My calves are ridiculously sore from doing jumps in ballet yesterday. Curse thee, gastrocnemius!! Mood: awake

	2006.04.06  12.36 And after sorrow comes joy While the wake was extremely sad, the funeral was at least calmer, and almost joyful. Instead of sitting bewildered and incomprehending, wondering how it could have happened, how it could possibly be Rita in that box, I think everybody understood. There was nothing we could do but send her off to God with our best wishes, and ask her to save us a place. Goodbye, Rita. We'll all see you again someday, in heaven, where the God we both love must be very happy now. He has you for all time. It's sunny today, after almost a week of rain. "What is born still lives, and cannot be buried in the cold earth, but only waits to be born again at God's behest, while in ancient starlight we lay in repose." Mood: contemplative

	2006.04.05  21.35 back from the wake This was one of the saddest experiences of my life. The coffin was on a bier in front of the altar, with the lid down and covered with flowers. I guess Rita's body might be unfit for public viewing, or maybe it was just too public a place. A pretty white coffin, with roses painted on it. I almost wish the lid had been open. It's hard to grasp that somebody's really gone if you only ever saw them alive. A few Bible readings, some prayers. Then many people getting up to speak about Rita, as they knew her. Friends, cousins, relatives, her boyfriend. Her sister got up, looked around, but couldn't speak. I cried in spite of myself. I never cried at my grandfather's funeral, but the absurdity of those festivities was distracting. This was much different. You expect old people to die, not people who are young and wonderful and deserve to live forever. I think almost everybody cried. I would be happy if I never had to attend something so horribly sad again, but the funeral's tomorrow and I feel that attending would be right. God have mercy.

	2006.04.04  10.49 Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone... Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos, and with muffled drum, bring out the coffin. Let the mourners come. A girl I knew - Rita - is dead. I knew her from youth group and choir, well enough to chat at school on occasion, but I never knew her very well. It was a car crash, on a rainy night. It seems like people die that way entirely too often. I feel like somehow it's wrong for me to feel bereft at her death, because I didn't know her very well. It feels awkward to grieve, when others who knew her have so much more right. Rita was a year younger than I am, and she is dead. Right now, it seems absurd that something fell out of the world in the rain Sunday night, but the world goes on regardless. I know millions of people died on Sunday, as millions die any given day, but I didn't know them. I knew her. My sister knew the girl whose car hit hers. But we have to go on regardless, even as the newspaper marks the event on its front page. http://www.sanluisobispo.com/mld/sanluisobispo/14257768.htm

	2006.04.01  12.28 sweetness I've been trying to eat less sugar lately, in a reasonably successful endeavour to lose twenty pounds by my 18th birthday. I think the lack of sugary food has been causing me to generate ridiculously sweet ideas. I'm starting a ballet-slipper-pink sweetheart overbust (no busk) with a vintage Battenberg lace applique slapped on the front. My Gothic side is appalled.

	2006.03.02  15.39 Socks I suffer from a grave malady called Sock Woe. I purchase socks by the dozen. They disappear after the first wearing, only to turn up in a sadly mangled state up to a month later. I cannot wear tights due to the instability of their weave. $4 / pair for "sturdy" tights that will still run like mad on the first wearing gets old quickly. I have discovered a solution: old-style fully fashioned seamed nylons. These are woven in a manner that makes runs impossible, they don't choke my waist like tights do, and above all, they look nice. I have one pair of antique stockings, but wearing these more than occasionally is infeasible and wrong. There is one problem with the above solution. Fully fashioned nylons run about $20 / pair. Yowch! Mood: cold

	2006.02.07  13.24 "Old Lady" corset I gave up on the blue suede corset (the material was MUCH too unwieldy for my machine). I went slightly mad yesterday, bought a yard of the stiffest cotton duck I'd ever seen, eight yards of twill tape, and went to town on a front-lacing corset inspired by a few old Spirellas and Spencers on www.corsetiere.net... I did the t-shirt-and-tape pattern thing, because this corset is the longest below the waist of any I've ever made. I cannibalised some used lacing bones from a former, expired corset. Corset is one layer of stiff cotton duck with two-layer front panels, 28" waist, 38" hips. There are 14 1/4" flat steels and 2 1/2" flat steels. Bone casings, waist tape, and binding are twill tape. ( Photos Here )

	2006.02.01  16.48 Best ideas ever. Today, my evil muse came out and made me think of the two best ideas I've had this week. 1. A game show called "It's Your Funeral!" Contestants choose all the details of their dream funeral, the cost is calculated, and whoever guesses closest is shot on the spot and wins an all expenses paid super-deluxe... funeral. This could be hosted by the Crypt Keeper and a few gorgeous females in Victorian mourning outfits. 2. An animatronic alarm clock with 3 alarm settings: Music, Buzzer, and Gnaw. On the Gnaw setting, it will leap onto your leg and chew until you turn it off.