Yes, the rumours are true

It is me birthday tomorrow. I'm turning 17. There are already plans for the actual night, and this weekend I'm being stolen by a dashing older man, but maybe after that? 'S not like we'd turn down the chance for a party anyway...

Clarice, this glitter idea of yours better not result in me being glittered up Wednesday night, because I do not fancy having a punch up in a punk club. Fair warning. *grins*

And now I'm off for a walk to try and clear me head after merc bullying. And to make a phone call I owe someone.

Something less grumpy

'S amazing how talking to someone you like does wonders for your mood.

So, this weekend, since I was a bit on the cryptic side. Doc Strange has some business in LA and wants me to come along and meet some folks and whatnot, and since he's tied up on Sunday, he suggested I bring someone from here along, preferably someone who had something to do the Saturday he's teaching me. I picked Angelo, since I know his mum's there and he ain't seen her for a while, and not that long ago he was wanting a break from the madhouse. Everything's come through, the plans are made, and Strange is gunna pick us up and take us to the airport after school on Friday. We'll be back sometime Sunday evening - in time to get our homework done, Strange tells me. *rolls eyes* Man's as bad as Paige. ;)

Timing-wise it's a bit of a pain, since there's things to see and people to do this weekend, *grins* but I'm nothing but flexible, or so I've been told. I'll just have to make it up to various parties when I get back.

Some fun on the horizon - Manny's taking me out tomorrow night to a punk club in New York for me birthday. *beams* Punk club in New York. I just can't say that enough.

Oh, and for those wondering about the model I used for those manipulated Cruxifiction pictures for me controversial art project - she's someone I met through the online pagan community. She's heavily into the body art, as you could see. Hope me treatment of Easter didn't mortally offend no-one.