hellzabeth

You turned your back on me and walked away
without saying a single word…
In my wavering heart, I screamed like a child
“Don’t go... don’t leave... hey...”

I swear that is all that is needed of that song to make me tear up.

So I was in a terrible upset mood and From Y to Y helped me cry it out. Then Cande posted more of her MM spin off fic. (Which you should all be reading go do it now.) And then Oz bought my fem!England a paid account. So I feel better and love the both of you. <3333

I slept for 15 hours last night holy shit, went to bed at 10 and only woke up at 1pm the next day. What is morning. That might have been why I was so easily upset yesterday, and why I was so snappish with everyone. Sorry Plurk buddies! My humor gets quite mean when I'm tired.

Managed to make it through Great Gran's birthday party without being clipped around the ear for anything too snappish, though! I do love my gran. 92 and she may yet outlive us all. The woman lives on her own despite having a replacement hip, beating cancer three times and raising four kids, ten grandkids and 15 great grandkids. INDESTRUCTIBLE.

Half an hour to go until I catch the bus to Nena's to give her her present (FINALLY).

Hopefully today won't be as bad.

Edit: In other news (heh), Himaruya remembered Mr Newspaper! My god he's the cutest thing. Little freckles and that hat... I want to cosplay him at a con so I'll have an excuse to take pictures of everyone. |D;; /priorities

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✩ HELLZABETH
hell-za-beth [hɛlzəbəθ]	I was kind of going through a "dark" phase (that only lasted a couple of months) and needed a new username for LJ because my old one was cluttered and... old. The whole reason I got a new one was so I could see the locked post on the Hetalia comm... go figure...
Language: English /~/ Hell (as in the place of eternal damnation) and -zabeth (the second half of my full name, Elizabeth.)

Original Post: ✩ @ memeseveriwhere

So I pulled an all nighter, considering that I was running on EST instead of GMT by complete accident, and figured that I'd turn up for work running on the idea that it'd be something like 10pm in the evening, as far as my sleep pattern knew.

I walk to work in the really chilly air, and what do I find?

Nothing, that's what I find.

The shop is dark and locked up. I find Amanda, poor stressed, tired looking Amanda, sitting on a pile of cardboard boxes in her PJs and a hoodie.

"What the heck?" I ask, squinting through the dark.

"No power." she says miserably. "The electricity is gone."

I find this odd, since I was only a few moments previously in my own room talking to lovelylurker on my laptop with no such power problems.

"I phoned the company, they said it was a wire underground, one that controls this shop, the house above it, and the leisure centre next door. None of us three have power." she sighs. "Also we have four hours until the fridge is no longer a fridge but a cupboard, and three hours until we can no longer sell the meat. I've been here since 3am trying to fix it."

"Bugger." I say. "This is really gonna blow isn't it."

At that moment, with a screech of tires Craig appears around the corner in his little car. He jumps out, seemingly aware that he's late, and sees us two staring at him. "Uh, what?"

We explain to him the situation.

"Bugger." he says, lighting up a ciggie for us all to passively kill ourselves on. "Shall I go get something from Greggs?"

In the end we traded turns at talking with the electricity guys, telling customers to sod off (at least until I got tired of being yelled at and put up a sign, listening to the varying levels of irritation that can be put into the single syllable "oh") and reading the newspapers that we couldn't sell.

Now I'm going to bed because bugger this world I am tiiiiired.

So you remember how I said once that I was working on a project? Well I have it all storyboarded out and have started to do some drawings for it. They're all rather rough and will be tweaked throughout the year etc, but yeah. This is Preliator.

( Images under cut for your flist's sake. )

( Another cut for the other art things. )

Inside of my ear is inflamed.

Cannot hear out of left side.

Itches like a motherfucker and I can't do shit about it.

Have work in 5 hours.

Need sleep.

Can't.

FML.

I hate being sick.

Haaaaaaaaaaate.

Even if it did mean a day off college, I was miserable. My head feels like it's stuffed with cotton wool and my stomach can't decide whether it wants to be ravenous or nauseous.

Spelling and grammar appear to have gone out the window also, since I just retyped that sentence 5 times.

Tried to cheer myself up with Hetalia and Good Omens fics. Mostly worked, until I found that one, really seriously depressing G.O. fic about what would have happened had Aziraphale been the one to fall and Crowley stayed an angel.

Sweet monkey king, Zirah is the scariest mofo you will ever meet. This writer described him so well I could practically feeeeeeel him smiling at me over my shoulder with those empty, cold, dead blue eyes, have some tea, there's a good girl, don't mind the lead piping, that's just in case the arsenic didn't work.

*shudder*

Freaked my sister out with coming up behind her making "The Grudge" sounds. Easily done when one's throat is akin to sandpaper.

...

Should stop thinking about things like this in the dark.

UM UH IVAN WILL PROTECT ME!! I'LL BECOME ONE WITH YOOOOOU.

He's a damn sexy bastard too, stupid kinky scarf coming in useful in doujin.

Hope to be back at college tomorrow, but won't count on it. Still feeling miserable with no improvement, and I fear that I may have Nena's bug, which got her violently puking everywhere.

Erk.

'Night all.