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AiLynn and I had a wonderful walk home in the rain today. It was the first real storm this year, and it was all rather calming. After what's been happening with us these past few weeks, we needed it. Rain is therapeutic - that's why I wouldn't really mind us living in a place where the weather's shit. At least there'd be less clutter in this mind for me to bother cleaning up.
The Drama exams were yesterday and Monday, and apparently ours went really well. Vitch said that she was very proud of us and that it had become an amazing show, which shows quite a turn around from her previous judgment. At least Doll only screwed up once, and to our surprise, Boat didn't do anything wrong. He'd always made a few small mistakes in the rehearsals, but small mistakes can ruin the whole piece.
The Sevens are this weekend. I have a feeling something big is going to happen - I don't know what, just yet. Not knowing is, in itself, horribly frightening.
For better or worse,
Lenore.
I once told AiLynn that, when you die, every animal you ever loved runs up to you to say hi. I know that Belle will be one of them.
Rest in peace, beautiful.
For better or worse,
Lenore.
Vitch decided that we're 'not good'. Her exact fucking words. Since she's our Drama teacher and all she sort of decides our fate. And I'm working with Doll. She can barely speak English. And, me with my horrifying expectations, I convinced Ailz to put Jabberwocky in the script. AiLynn should know better than to listen to me.
And she said that we were bad.
At the moment I'm busy throwing shit around my corner of the mind and screaming about how much of a bitch she is, but AiLynn is calmly trying to figure out how to condense Alice, The Mad Hatter and The White Rabbit in to one, which makes it increasingly hard for me to find anything tangible enough to throw around minus brain matter. AiLynn would not appreciate that. The thing is, this is the final exam. And, although I could not give less of a shit about exams, AiLynn does. And she's the one who controls the body, so she makes the rules.
Or so she says.
For better or worse,
Lenore.
Last night Wreckage, AiLynn and I decided to change a little corner of the world. We need to bring the fight for LGBTQ equality to the place where we spend the most time - our school.
What have you done to change the world today?
For better or worse,
Lenore.
Welcome, one and all, to It's Raining in Wonderland. My name is immaterial, but you may call me Lenore. I am also known by the names Len (if you catch me in a good mood), Suixide or AiLynn. Because, well, people don't know I exist, most of the time. All they ever see is the body I live in. AiLynn's body. It's hard sharing a mind - there's so much shit in here all the time. So many girls (of which I'm not exactly complaining - by the bye, we're both quite lesbian) and so many pieces of work that like to flutter insistently around the corners. And never mind the fact that neither of us have much of an attention span, which makes things difficult. See, if we could concentrate, we could probably clear it out. But we can't.
So fucking deal with it.
I guess the 'what's going on in my life' bit goes here, right? That's what AiLynn says anyway. What's happening now...we moved to The House Friday. Friday was also the first time Pear, AiLynn and I (except it was mostly them - AiLynn doesn't say much during fights. She knows if she did that I'd take over, and we'd probably end up busted for the shit I'd say) fought. Well done, children. Actually, surprisingly enough, AiLynn is more of an adult than Pear. And he's almost three times our age.
The other members of the family unit weren't exactly helpful. Sweets and Liz, it seems, are conspiring against myself and my residence to make our lives less than great. The most dastardly of these - the plot to keep myself and AiLynn home on a Saturday night. We need our alcohol. We need our girls.
Oh, that reminds me. We went to a fashion show last night, and she was there. It was actually interesting to see that our heart still wasn't quite over that, and was still stubbornly (look at that alliteration!) pining over her. She's not that special, really. Nobody is. Nobody is really worth all the shit we put ourselves through. But...I don't know. Maybe she is, and that's why our heart fell three stories the moment we spotted her in that crowd. Maybe that's why...
I don't know. AiLynn and I are going to get breakfast.
For better or worse,
Lenore.
