Hi, Pennsylvania people! Yes, lovies, you found me. I miss you all to death. I hope not too many of you kill yourself for lack of Charlotte, that would depress me! XD

Exams start tomorrow. I shall think of VH and bashing history teachers' heads in. Deep breaths. In, out, in, out.

Peace, love, and hickies-

Charlotte

Never go to 'Secret Improv' under any circumstances, not even if Hello Possum tells you to. Hubbard was chasing us down the sidewalk and I practically ended up hiding in a tree. Everyone was cowering behind the buildings, coveting their lollipops, which is a really amusing picture if you think about it.  If you were stock, I'd invest in you, unless I don't like you (which is likely). Jake sent me a package containing a book by the guy who wrote Fight Club. I'm super-excited about it. Mmmm....I got many 'a random compliment on my "stockings" today. Damn it all to hell! They're called tights, not stockings, bastards. I learned from this girl on the way to math that my wardrobe has a fanclub. I almost fell over and murmured something about how the school needed more coffee makers.

Random girl: Hi, Charlotte. I'm one of your many rabid fangirls. Will you sign my face?

Me: *Punt*

Actually, the girl was nice, so I probably wouldn't kick her. I'm still rather freaked out by the fact that I have a fan club. If they multiply, I'll be sure to kick them...nine times.

Do you like my layout? Tough. I don't care what you think. My opinion matters much more than yours, anyway.

Love,

Charlotte