Current mood:	artistic
Current music:	James Apollo- Call Off The Violins

Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
CONGRATULATIONS! You have attained the rank of: not a terrorist! Woo-hoo! I succesfully navigated the American customs obstacle course of doom. Have been reminded that everyone in Havard is really, really hot. Have also been reminded of how beautiful we're all sure Jo will look with her new wonderful hair and how good she apparently is with her new decks, o how glad I am that she is going to be a famous beautiful chic London DJ. This is the point where I add a big appendix to my Why Kant Had Better Be Right About That Bloody Afterlife Thing and prove the non-existence of God.

Go me.

Spending the night with my grandparents was fun. Grandpa was old, mad and completely blind drunk the whole time, and Grandma was old, mad and had the flu. I now suddenly and unaccountably thirsty. Little Miss Sunshine was on the plane. It's amazing. Well, it was until my TV died. Stupid inflight entertainment systems of USELESSNESS.

Feeling particularly graphicsy today. Wooh! Check out some random Dean header that Trisha's already laughed at me for doing when I should have been packing:

More soon, I hope. There's also a wallpaper, but it's basically me going AWOL with my bloodbrushes and it doesn't look that good. Jensen's just far too pretty to waste.

And Iz, you know I'm making you a mix CD for Christmas? Do you want just a 'Lottie Thinks These Songs Are Cool And You Should Listen To Them' or do you want an FST-y themed one? Like about you, or something you like, or whatever? I'm so up for that.

Psst- I think I really like The Smiths. Don't tell anyone!