Fall has returned.

The frost is slowly creeping back into the air, I feel it as I go out in the morning, and as I open the door to the night. The leaves are changing colours again, donning the habitual haute-cotoure of fall. I love fall, I love the serenity of it. Name me a season but fall that has melodrama, serenity and beauty, all in one.

I've overcome a damnable piece of writer's block, I think. At the very least I managed to produce a tolerable RP-post.

And (drumroll, please!) I promised Mari(-mann) she'd make an appearance in my LJ other than half a line, and in English. I've no idea where you just went off to, leaving me hanging on msn like this can't be good for my fragile mentality. I don't think I've had as many enjoyable/insane conversations with anyone, using sms, as you. We even bother Mads, seeing how I giggle franticly in class and he doesn't get in on the fun. Vi herjer.

And my precious/six feet under-box is under-way as I write. Oh yes.

Fall has returned.

The frost is slowly creeping back into the air, I feel it as I go out in the morning, and as I open the door to the night. The leaves are changing colours again, donning the habitual haute-cotoure of fall. I love fall, I love the serenity of it. Name me a season but fall that has melodrama, serenity and beauty, all in one.

I've overcome a damnable piece of writer's block, I think. At the very least I managed to produce a tolerable RP-post.

And (drumroll, please!) I promised Mari(-mann) she'd make an appearance in my LJ other than half a line, and in English. I've no idea where you just went off to, leaving me hanging on msn like this can't be good for my fragile mentality. I don't think I've had as many enjoyable/insane conversations with anyone, using sms, as you. We even bother Mads, seeing how I giggle franticly in class and he doesn't get in on the fun. Vi herjer.

And my precious/six feet under-box is under-way as I write. Oh yes.