Horf. School starts tomorrow. Excited and nervous at the same time, y'know? I reallllly can't wait to see all of my friends. I'm sure we've got a bit of catching up to do n__n

So I'm thinking I should start the whole college application process soon. Too bad I don't know what I want to do with my life. I'd like to go into journalism, but... eh, very competitive field. My mom is pressuring me to go into medicine. My dad couldn't care less what I do, so long as I'm not a hooker. Heh. Just imagining that conversation makes me feel like breaking out the awkward turtle. I can't see myself in law (too nice) or politics (still too nice), but maybe I've got a chance in some sort of environmental science? When I was a kid I wanted to go out in the woods and live with wolves. Maybe I could be one of those people who shoots them with tranqs and then hooks them up to tracking stuff. I'd get mauled. That's just how my luck rolls. D:

ALSO BECAUSE I GET BORED AND TYPE THINGS, here is a preview of something I'm writing for my own sick enjoyment *D

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Madness is a relative thing.

Ramiel tore through the monastery, ignoring the curious glances of the monks that he passed as he made his way deeper and deeper beneath the ground. A few dusty books were clutched to his chest, unable to fit in the bag slung over his shoulder. His eyes were wide and wild, pupils dilated in excitement. He was going to do it. He was actually going to do it.

“Rami, wait!”

That voice… he barely recognized it. For a moment Ramiel hesitated in his descent; how much had he lost for this, these gods that might not even exist? How warped had he become?

It was the last time he would entertain such thoughts for a very, very long time.

“…Rami? Hey, Ram, where’re you going? You’re supposed to be on the battlements! Damos is looking for you, and he—”

“Damos can go to hell for all I care. I’m going to the altar room.”

He turned to meet Koma’s gaze. Ramiel’s wan smile faltered as he watched his friend cycle from concern to fear. Ko… was afraid of him? Anger rose in his chest, a beastly, primal thing, coiling around his insides and strangling reason from his thoughts.

Without so much as a word of explanation, Ramiel grabbed a handful of Koma’s habit and began to drag him along towards the end of the hall.

“Wh-what are you doing? I really… really think we shouldn’t be down here. Damos and the High Priests told us not to let you—”

Ramiel laughed, making Koma’s protests die on his lips. They had reached the door to Kesh’s temple.