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Aurora Jones
12 August 2009 @ 03:07 am
Thank you for your well-wishes, miloves. <3

Well, the audition was a bust. They wanted people they hired before, and asked me to do ensemble work. As well as tech things. I respectfully declined. It was community theatre, so I wouldn't've been paid for it anyway.

Upside, I'M GOING TO BE ON THE DISCOVERY CHANNEL. Playing someone's mommy, no less. 

The show is called 'Call 911' or something or other, and will be playing sometime in September - November. It is neat. So, when it's showing they'll call and tell me and I'll tell you lovely people. The park is finally having me work again. Hooray. Also, Fright Fest is coming up, as well as our anniversary and things are well. I'm hoping Cole and I will still be able to Fright Fest together. Because that is such boss.

Meme time, yey

Let others know a little more about yourself. Re-post this as your name followed by "ology" Then tag some people, including me, who have piqued your curiosity.


--What is your salad dressing of choice? Thousand Island, Ranch, Italian, or Catalina.

--What is your favourite sit-down restaurant? IHOP, Denny's or The Waffle House. And The Little Village Noodle House in Hawaii. Best goddamn food I've had in my life.

--What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of? Chinese or Japanese.

--What are your pizza toppings of choice? Cheese. Otherwise, the works.


--How many televisions are in your house? Five, currently...well, seven. There are some in the garage.

--What colour of mobile phone do you have? Blue and black.


--Are you right-handed or left-handed? Right handed!

--Have you ever had anything removed from your body? A rock once, from my ear canal. All four of my wisdom teeth.

--What is the last heavy item you lifted? Various boxes while working for Kodak. Full of stuff.

--Have you ever been knocked unconscious? Not really. I fainted at work once, when the air-conditioning stopped working and no one else was doing their job.


--If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die? Nope. Just take the fun out of life.

--If you could change your name, what would you change it to? Probably my birth name Aurora.

--Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1,000? Absofuckinglutely.


--How many pairs of flip-flops do you own? Two. I never owned a pair in my life, but when I moved to Hawaii, I fucking lived in them. So, there they are.

--Last time you had a run-in with the cops? Jesus Christ, like a week ago. You'd never guess why. Go ahead. Try it.

--Last person you talked to? Cole.

--Last person you hugged? Cole.


--Season? Fall or Winter.

--Holiday? Halloween is my favorite holiday. Christmas is my favorite time of year.

--Day of the week? Monday. I have them off.

--Month?  October and December.


--Missing someone? Grace. And Cole. And a lot of people.

--Mood? Tired, dude.

--What are you listening to? Family Guy in the background.

--Worrying about? Everything. Mostly my dentist appointment that's been moved and canceled, my overworked boyfriend Cole, if Cole and I will be able to do fright fest, how the bullshit with his and Rex's former tenants will work out, the repairs on their rental house--they left fucking holes in the door, ruined the carpets, and fucking disappeared--, spending time together in the future, Rex, my career, my dead-end job, menstral cramps, etc, etc, etc...the lack of chocolate in this house...


--Do you always answer your phone? If I hear it, yeah. If it's, like, five in the morning I may be pissed enough to toss it across the room, plotting to smother the sorry bastard's whose name appeared on that unholy glowing screen. Cocksuckers.

--It's four in the morning and you get a text message, who is it? Cole, Grace or occasionally Crystal. It's usually Cole, though.

--If you could change your eye colour what would it be? Like, electric green or something. But I probably wouldn't. I like them the way they are.

--Do you own a digital camera? Nikon, bitches.

--Have you ever had a pet fish? I have a beta named Hector Bartholomew Julian Krueger Esq. I call him Barty.

--What's on your wish list for your birthday? Can't think of a thing off the top of my head, man. Books. Another pair of Levis that makes my ass look fantastic. Snapple Peach Iced Tea. Maybe a ring.

--Can you do push ups? Pfffffft.

--Can you do a chin up? Pffffffffffffft.

--Does the future make you more nervous or excited? Both indeed.

--Do you have any saved texts? A bunch of them. Back when Cole and I were in the beginning of our relationship, we stayed up half the night on Christmas Eve texting lines from It's A Wonderful Life back and forth. I saved the first and the last ones.

--Ever been in a car wreck? ...Well, not yet. I mean, I don't think someone hitting your car without you in it counts. But I'm accident prone, so it's only a matter of time.

--Do you have an accent? Sorta. A lot of people are perplexed when they find out I don't have a distinct one, though.

--Plans tonight? Another round of the ASL alphabet and it's bedtime, bitches.

--Name 3 things you bought yesterday? Yesterday...I didn't get anything, but my guy went out at 5am and bought me Midol and some donuts. And chocolate. Fucking. Love. Him.

--Have you ever been given roses? Yes indeed.

--Current hate? Twifags, ANOES remake--that does not exist, Six Fucking Flags.

--Met someone who changed your life? Grace, of course. But there have been so many people who have changed me and the way my life was going. Cole too.

--How did you bring in the new year? Went to Six Flags with my guy. He said he wanted me to be the first person he saw in 2009. He's such a cheeseball, and I fucking love it.

--Name three people who might complete this: Surprise me, kids.

--Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? Hells no.

--Have you ever dated someone longer than a year? Yes indeed.

--Will you be in a relationship 4 months from now? Hells yes.

--What songs do you sing in the shower? Anything I feel like singing. It's hard to get me to stop singing. Ever.

--Ever had someone sing to you? Val-a-Grams in school...my dad did when I was little. My mom too.

--When did you last cry? Yesterday. My uterus is falling out.

--Do you like to cuddle? Oh, fuck yes. Favorite pass time.

--Have you held hands with anyone today? Yes indeed. Cole.

--Who was the last person you took a picture of? Graaace, on her birthdaaaay.

--Do you believe in staying close with your ex's? Yes I do, unless they were bumfuck crazy. Like some of them.

--Are most of the friends in your life new or old? Half and half.

--Do you like pulpy orange juice? Yeeees.

--What is something your friends make fun of you for? My ranting about horror movies. And my general geekdom. My balls are often busted.

--Have you ever ridden an elephant? Yes! And one has picked me up by it's trunk too.

--What are you saving your money up for right now? Three bedroom house.

--When is the last time you ate peanut butter and jelly? Couple weeks ago. My preference is peanut butter and honey, tho.

--What were you doing 12 AM last night? Driving to 7-11 with Cole, buying Slurpees, and screwing around with Jake and Harley. They're the doggies. Fat, hyper, weird fucking doggies.

--What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? "God, you need a new mattress. Don't stop breathing on my neck."

I tag anyone who read this stuff. Ta!
Current Location: YO FACE
Current Mood: sleepysleepy
Current Music: If I Fell - The Beatles
Aurora Jones
Hiiiiiiii everybody. ♥

The internet doesn't call to me as often as it used to.


So, for the first time in my life, I belong to ZERO RPs. I do post here and there on D_M, but no real obligatory comms or anything. It's a little freeing!

My brother is home for the week or so, acting up as usual. Not that I don't love him, he's just a complete pain in my ass. He takes it upon himself to approve the new house, where we've put everything, the way I wear my hair these days, my clothes, my car--that he steals from me without asking--making snide comments about the way we live, my headshots and other such. He lives in New York. He thinks he knows everything. Arrogant wee bastard. He met my boyfriend on Thursday. He's yet to be around for a long period of time, but I'm anticipating the bitch fest when he is.

I have an appointment with an Orthopedic Surgeon on Tues. to see if I can work for the entertainment department. Kinda makes me wish I hadn't said anything about my previously broken ankles. I've broken them four times, y'know. The last two were really bad sprains, having snapped all the tendons on the outside of my ankle and foot--but because it broke off a bit of bone with it, it was technically a break. Fun stuff.

The sprains were worse than the breaks, though. They fucked me up for life.

Anyhow, I'm sure the doctor will sign off that I can do stuff--maybe have to wear a brace or two--but I'm not worried. I just want to start work again. The park fucked me for six weeks. That's almost two months, 'processing' my transfer from the lesse Kodak. Bastards.

In other news, I have a callback tonight for Kopit and Yeston's Phantom, for the role of Christine! I am the awesome. I haven't done any real theatre in what seems like forever. Musical theatre specifically. I'm a little rusty. But God, just standing up there today made me feel so much better. I've missed the stage more than anything. I need this show. Breaking legs nao, yes? ♥

Hopefully, I'll still get to make it out to Cole tomorrow night. He's the bees knees, my guy. Honestly, I don't think I've been this happy. I love everything about him, and -God- if he doesn't drive me crazy!!! We're three months shy of our one year. I'm excited.

Our anniversary is on Halloween y'know! Strange and unusual. Kinda like me.

And we met in true Chelsea fashion, working in a haunted house together. Dressed like ghouls, and scaring the living daylights out of poor unfortunate bastards. He -did- get me, too, when I was headed through the maze on one of the last nights, the fuckhead. He was suspended in the crevice, 'falling' on people as they went by, but he'd do this Rottweiler bit, clawing the snarling, and the fuck -got- me.

I love him.

He's the most romantic thing on the planet, too. Eeeeeeeeeeeeee.....!!!!!!!

He's so good to me. And he makes me feel safe. My family loves him too, which is a plus. My mom fusses over him, and my dad thinks he's a good guy. Together, god, I just wanna fucking kick them in the face. My dad is an insufferable wisecracking ass. So's Cole. And when we're out to dinner, they're throwing paper balls at me, or cracking really bad jokes, or doing obscene things with the silverware. I suppose I should take it as a good sign, but fuck if I don't wanna shank a bitch.

And, like my Grace, he talks in terms of 'when', not 'if'. And I love that.

So, in short, life is pretty good.

Also, I have Snapple Peach Iced Tea. FUCK yeah.

Current Location: YO FACE
Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
Current Music: songs I have to learn in less than 12 hours
Aurora Jones
01 February 2009 @ 01:51 am
Hellooo, from the world of TV. ♥

Yes, I know, I'm the master of disappearances. How is everyone? Tell me things. :3

Well, there's quite the bit to...update about myself. I've since moved to LA. It's rather nice here, though all my allergies/ailments/illnesses have decided to come thundering back. We live in such a healthy country.

Over the past couple months...a lot of stuff happened. In short, Grace moved in, I've almost died a couple times along with a few of my family members, we're going broke, I have more blood problems, and I've started dating again.

I know what you're thinking.

But after Tiffany wanted an 'open relationship', har har, Jesus boy told me God told him not to date me, and Miss Drac I'm-Such-a-Hardcore-Lesbian-lol fucked off to penis country, I think I finally found a winner.

And not my regular kind of winner.

He's good to me. He's not a sociopath, he's not emotionally and physically manipulative, he has the greatest smile, and he's all mine.  He adores me, and I'm crazy about him. Not the bad kind of crazy either. This is like no relationship I've ever had. I mean, shit, he takes care of me for fucksake....

It's the most...uncomplicated relationship I've had. He doesn't play games with my head. He likes laying with me, and nothing else. And sometimes, I can't tell if it's his heart beating or mine.

And since Grace came here, I've been happier. I don't like being disconnected from her, and I feel like I have part of me back. It's hard, but it's not impossible. With her around. And Sara is here too, and with the three of us? It's just like old times. I've missed that. Also, Grace -likes- him.

Now, you don't understand the gravity of this.

NO ONE, NONE of my 'significant others' have liked her. Because they don't seem to get our relationship. They're mean to her, spiteful, and then shit goes down. And God love her, she never says anything to me. I usually get bitched at by the OTHER side, and wtf all over the place. See, if you don't get along with the girl that saved my life, then you're gone. She is the constant in my life. So, fuck all.

The problem isn't her either. No one--especially girls--don't get our relationship, feel threatened, or don't want to accept how much I love her, because they don't think I could love my best friend so much, and devote love to anyone else.

As any sane, smart person should know, that's just bullshit.

So. In short.

She likes him. And I could scream with joy.

He seems to be mature enough to know that if you don't get along with her, you don't stay long. And I can't even express how much that means to me. We haven't known each other too long, but it's not like we're getting married.

I just know I adore him, he's good to me, and I'm happy. And I really do think he might genuinely care about me. And that's a first.

I'm really tired these days, though. My eye is blacking out here and there, things in my body keep going wrong, and bills pile up. It's not all that bad, though. I'm still alive.

And life is getting good.
Current Location: home
Current Mood: sleepysleepy
Aurora Jones
26 May 2008 @ 05:29 am
Sometimes, I don't know if I'll ever get on top of what I need to. Sometimes, I doubt my talent so badly, I just want to re-enroll in school again and get a 'real' job.

But I love what I do, so fucking much. There's nothing else I -want-...I'd rather just wither away somewhere than stop. It's the only place I've ever felt at home. There is nothing like a stage. Nothing like--burning under the lights, it's not just words, or lines to a page, or doing as your told, it's..feeling.

It's experiencing, and rubbing your emotions raw. There's nothing like a live audience, nothing like the applause, the dark faces, the light gasps and human reaction. There is nothing like the feeling, at the top of show. Feeling the wood under your feet, in front of a fresh audience. The chemistry between players, making connections that were never there before, finding new glances and ticks.

A funny thing-- I get cast in a lot of crazy roles. Literal meaning, crazy. For example, The Crucible's Mary Warren. Find Me's Verity. Alter-ego multiple who's trying to kill my double, so on, so on, so on. 'dentity Crisis, and all.

They're... It's emotionally and physically draining. Tapping into a well of unreserved raving lunacy and breaking points. Finding that strength to scream at ceilings and yellow birds, sticking my head in ovens, temper-tantruming over a denied swim. Gym socks.

Sometimes, I don't think I'm that good.

But I'll never stop.

That's why we're going to LA. It's for me. And I'm terrified. That I'm just not good enough to make my mark on someone, anyone, that they'll give me a chance. It's a hard and scary business. That's what 60% of it is, a business.

Hundreds of thousands of reason why a casting director won't like you, from the way your named is spelled, to if you look like someone they hated in highschool. Height, age, weight--teeth color, bust size. Skin color too, but not in the way you might think. The kind of 'look' you have.

It also depends on what's out, what's in-- are agents looking for more Caucasian girls this season, or are they on the hunt for Latins and Mullatos. Companies and casting directors, directors, producers etc, they play favorites. Obviously. What do they want for the pilot seasons, who's casting-- SAG or not SAG, the companies to work for, choosing the right agents that will actually get you work. Pestering the fuck out of people. Contracts. Finance. Managers. People talking to people. It matters who you've been taught by. And connections. It's not the people you know. It's who knows you. Y'know, every film class and acting-for-film class and film-mechanics class, and whatever the fuck I've taken by now, I swear, it's a conspirasy, they're -trying- to scare you to death with the business.

Entertainment will never be simple again.

It all seems so easy when you're sitting in Beginning Acting with a teacher going on about the basics of Method and stage directions. And when it's carved into your bones, every basic trick you could ever be taught as an actor, you look back on it and sigh. How did you ever learn it so well that it's just habit now. Why doesn't anything else come as easily.

I'm so scared.

And just recently, I've become so frustrated with things here, fearing for my friends, counting back on horribly failed relationships--missing my sister Grace, my best friends I made when things felt so simple. I'm just...fucking upset. And I'm not sleeping much. We're in financial trouble, and we're firing our Realtor to hire a new one--my dad keeps getting fucked with Hawaii Telcom, my mom's aunt died and we can't make it for the funeral, and my brother, spending over 2,000 dollars a month somehow--how can someone even fucking DO that?? In a MONTH?

It doesn't bother me all the time. My parents are going crazy themselves, and at least one us has to keep it together...when people are counting on you. Who am I to count on anyway? I'm not that reliable. I'm not even that great a person. But I try, and that's saying something, right?

I want to go somewhere it's snowing. And play around with my dad. Have a day out with my mom where we don't scream at each other, and laugh the whole time. I want to go somewhere with my brother, and no feel like I'm going to say something stupid.

I haven't actually slept more than 8 hours in the last two days. And I'm tired.
I've thought about taking up cliff diving.

Always face the wind, it feels like you're flying.
Aurora Jones
29 March 2008 @ 01:32 am

If you'll pardon this interruption, ahem...


That is all.
Current Mood: jubilantjubilant
Current Music: theme to The Boondocks
Aurora Jones
11 March 2008 @ 01:55 am
Man, my shit is fucked up.


I think it's time to commandeer the tequila, my corner, and a little thing of applesauce. Cinnamon applesauce, because it makes me happy. That would be a good thing to have.

Maybe a grilled cheese sandwich. They remind me of when I was little. When I didn't understand things so well.
Current Location: the kitchen
Current Mood: uncomfortableuncomfortable
Current Music: Back to Black - Amy Winehouse
Aurora Jones
17 January 2008 @ 02:10 pm
Thanks, guys, for your support...really. <3 It means alot, and you're all made of awesome.
Okay, so, it's been...six days since Rinally turned into a douchebag. I'm not okay yet. But I'm getting there, or at least, getting to a point where I'll stop being so angry all the time.

You know her alias, Rinally? I gave her that fucking name. When we first talked, she gave me two names, Ally and Marina. And I named her Rinally.

I tried to be a good friend.
I was always there.
I listened to every fucking problem.

I really should have seen this coming when she said, "I didn't want to listen to your problems." the FIRST time she was ignoring me. I listened to every motherfucking issue of HERS. Because I WANTED to help a LITTLE because that's what best friends DO. But I just didn't matter to her anymore. I wasn't important anymore. So, she dropped me, "as gently as she could". That selfish, shallow, fucking cuntshitwhore.

Yeah, I'm still a wee bit angry. After three years of "I love you" and all those fucking promises we made each other, and her most RECENT PROMISES that she would never DO THIS, as in LEAVE AND FORGET ABOUT ME, yeah. I'm still pretty fucking pissed off.

So much for regrets, right.
It's hard being on Poly now, though. I introduced her to Poly, y'know. It took MONTHS. FUCKING MONTHS, to get her to even LOOK at it. And then she joined, and she loved it. I was so happy she did too, but that's when it -started-. Something better came along, and she threw me out. And now, I see her kids on there, and it kills me, because she just seems so fucking content with all this. I dropped two kids, and restarted one, because she didn't want anything to do with me anymore. It's like the remnants of a battle field...I hate it.

...Anyway...I actually have some good news today. I auditioned for a commercial on the 11th, the -day- Rinally left me. And my agent called me yesterday.

And I got it. I GOT IT, the spot is MINE. And the shoot is tomorrow, at 11:30, so I won't be around the whole day. I'm just..really fucking happy SOMETHING good turned up this week.

That, and I have my fabu girl, Tiffy. Ah loves j00. <3
Current Location: the den
Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated
Current Music: Paloma Negra
Aurora Jones
13 November 2007 @ 03:29 pm

I unpacked half a box the other day. In it, was my entire dresser. Not the dresser itself, but everything that was on top of it.

You see, back home in texas, I had this...well, I don't know what to call it. It was a collection, of random things on top of my stereo and my dresser top. I have a triangular box of rose petals I've been collecting since my last ballet recital..I was eight.

I have a candle holder that has various melted candles on it, and an indian painted wooden trinket that's full of safety pins I got for christmas from a secret santa at ACC. Dangling from the candle-holder are four glass crystals, and a little red bell tied on a red ribbon.

Around it are two masks I bought from my first trip to Italy with my parents. One is painted so beautifully, split almost directly down the middle; one half in dark colors, with golden leaves, lush red flowers, blue petals and the like. The other half is molded with gold-leaf, and has little strips of music notes and bars. It's a beautiful little half-mask. The other mask is much cheaper, but I loved it. It's painted gold, with black feathers sprouting from it. At the crest, where the arch of the nose starts, is a blue jewel. Three brown feathers sprout from it. Tiny ones.

Beside these is a glass jar, a christmas loon painted on it, holly wrapped around it's neck. There are little dots of snow all over it, in groups of three. Inside it is potpourri, and it smells like ginger, cinnamon, and pine. It was a gift from my brother, many years ago. It's always meant alot to me.

Around all that are a few small things. One is a tiny basket, one from the old, old Walk-Through-Bethlehem at my church. We had something of a fair just before christmas, and alot of the people that worked at the church, my grandparents included, set up this huge reenactment of Bethlehem, the Manger Scene and all. They used to have a market in one of the bigger rooms, and my mentor for my confirmation sold baskets. She gave me one of the tiny ones, and I've had it ever since. I was...five, maybe. I hated confirmation...and the people at my church were just so...fake. My parents stopped taking us to church -ages- ago. But the Walk-Through-Bethlehem was the highlight of my year for awhile. Getting to play around in costumes, buy things from the vendors with sheckles, swiping rock candy from the sugar-seller when he wasn't looking. It was something my whole family did together, grandparents and all, where we got along and had fun. That tiny basket and a clay pot are all I have left from it.

Beside that is a small silver box. Like a jewelry box. On the lid, a scene from the Restoration period is carved. Two men sit, playing chess, while three women stand by behind them, in their large wigs, gowns, holding fans before their faces. The inside of the box is lined with red velvet. It sits on four skinny feet. I think my mother gave it to me. I've just always had it. Beside that is a little crystal rose, the petals dark red, the center in clear crystal. Mag sent it to me, ages ago, for my birthday..

Then, there's my little doll. She's a bitty doll, in a white dress, dotted with pink and blue flowers on brown and green branches. She has a tiny dark green apron with white polka-dots, and a white hat with the same green trim. She has little plain black shoes, and white bloomers. Her hair is dark brown, and in pigtails. Her eyes are brown, and she has tiny pink painted lips. I never named her. I don't remember where I got her...I was on vacation with my parents. Somewhere in NoMansLand, in the country...and I asked for her.

Behind her, as well as the split mask from Venice, is a ceramic fairy. She's fairly big. She has pale pale skin, and golden hair. Pink lips, and blue eyes. On her head is a pink flower, with two dark green leaves acting as a headband. Her wings are large, like great leaves, in a dark dark teal. She sits on her knees, head tilted slightly to the left, gazing upwards, hands folded on her legs. I painted her myself, at..a girl's birthday party I don't know anymore. I was ten.

Behind all this, leaning against one of the three mirrors to my bureau, is a collection of roses. Fake ones, mind you. One is very tall, velveted petals, very real-looking. A gift from one of the cable channels from my dad's work. Same as a nother rose, smaller, just as real-looking. There's a very very tall one, not as real, with red and white ribbons attached to it, and a small white plastic bear. A gift from a boy who used me as a rebound from his 4-year relationship. There are four other roses, three are dark, dark colored, the most realistic in terms of shape. I bought them for a project, but couldn't bring myself to cut them all up. The last is a dark, large, black rose, covered in fake dew. A gift from Marcus. An ex, but one of the best friends I ever had. I haven't honestly spoken to him in years. No way to contact him.

On the -other- side is my box of rose-petals, the triangular one. It's under a thin handkerchief, pale orange-beige, with black and red Indian designs. My dad found it on a bus during one of our vacations. In the middle of it are two dark peacocks, one upstraight, the other bending, curling it's neck around. On it is a small clay pot. It's also from the walk-through thing, we had a woman that would work on a wheel. She made me that pot special, along with one other that was glazed and fired. It broke ages ago. This pot, however, is not glazed. It's full of a rose potpourri my mother let me have.

On one side of this is a globe. A dark blue globe, my dad got from the Weather Channel. When you used to shake it, a white cloud would swirl around all over. It doesn't anymore.

On the other side is a small black chinese jar. In it, are ashes from the first incense sticks I ever burned. When I remember, I still add to it.

And, finally, there is a vase of flowers. Four dried yellow roses, two dried pink daisies, and four 'stone roses' from Dallas's Scarborough Fair. The dried roses and daisies were from a bouquet of roses from my angel, Grace. She gave them to me for my last Christmas Carol at ATD she came to see. For as long as they'll hold up, I'll always have them. The stone roses have a story themselves.

One is Pink, one is Purple, one is Silver, and one is Red.

The Pink one was a gift from my friend Larke. She and her history--maybe english?--class went during the school year, and she thought to bring one to me. I had never had one before, so it's always been special. The purple one I bought myself while there, with Maggie-Kathleen. It matched my costume. The silver one I also bought myself, on the same trip. I went back for it because it was so pretty.

And the Red one. Ah, the red one. Marcy bought that one for me. It's a bittersweet thing. I loved her, alot. And she broke my heart.

And then, there's the small, long blue cushion, filled with herbal seeds. On it, are four miniature birds, about the size of marbles. And a plain white mask. The mask was one I fixed to fit me exclusively.

I've been in Hawaii for a year. It's not as cracked up as it sounds, to be honest. The skies are the same, the temperature is always the same...the highlight for me is the ocean. I could live and die by the sea.

But I miss cold. I miss cold, so dearly. Winter, strong winds, chills. I miss walking in the cold.

But...unpacking this box, it's the first time I've felt at home. It surprised me how much all that stuff meant.

When my mother came home, and saw all the crumpled packing paper, she asked me if I found anything.

I said, "..Yeah. Me."

Current Location: class
Current Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
Current Music: Que Cera, Cera
Aurora Jones
07 October 2007 @ 05:19 pm
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It's fine, really. I'm just a little out of it lately. ♥

My birthday is tomorrow. ♥ That'll be kinda neat.
Current Mood: coldcold
Aurora Jones
05 October 2007 @ 11:16 pm
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“I feel entirely inadequate. ___”

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