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[Nov. 21st, 2010|01:34 pm] |
If anyone needs me, I won't be coming out of my apartment for the unforeseeable future. I don't care about work or school, I'm not going anywhere until this fixes itself. Why? Because she's next door. Try to come in and I'll stake you in the face, see if I don't. God. Stefan, where are you?!
Does anybody have any idea where they all went? I'm kind of freaking out here, I never liked Invasion of the Body Snatchers for a reason. This is too freaky. |
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[Nov. 4th, 2010|09:53 pm] |
Alright. That is seriously it.
Dear Vampire Diaries,
STOP WITH THE KIDNAPPING ME AND KNOCKING ME AROUND AND AWKWARD DAMON LOVE CONFESSIONS BEFORE I CUT YOU.
Not Love,
Elaine |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2010|08:34 am] |
Seriously, Damon? I think I'm officially swearing that show off for good. I really mean it this time. I think I'd rather be subjected to teletubbies for the rest of my life. Or like, be forced to walk barefoot over hot coals.
It doesn't help that it makes Elena even more friggin' hysterical because we're essentially watching the damn thing with Katherine. It's not Kay's fucking fault. Or mine. Jesus. Erg. Today is a staying in bed day, screw class. And this hang over. I am this close to detaching my head from my body. |
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[Oct. 13th, 2010|04:28 pm] |
Well since my sister is on here now, as the rules of twins state, so must I follow. Plus I'm the younger twin, so, it just feels like the natural order of things.
I'm Elaine Blackwell? Uh. I've been a reincarnate ("or whatever" - you're so funny, Kay.) for about four years now. Her name's Elena Gilbert, not to be confused with Bella Swan, who is even more irritating. (What is it with these uptight brunettes bringing all the vampires to the yard? I do not get it.) Anyway, she's from that show The Vampire Diaries, which I've only seen now because of her. I probably wouldn't have watched it otherwise, but I was curious? Not so much anymore.
I'm a grad student, living in the desert kinda. And I like long walks on the beach? Not really, but seriously, how do you guys not feel like you're filling out some kind of personal ad on this thing? This, this is why I never logged on until now. Damnitt, Kay. Can we please go back to that blissful place where we couldn't remember our passwords? This blows. |
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