Kelly Sullivan
Social
Relationship Status
Single
Highschool
Riverdale High School
College
MTSU, until I transfer the heck out.
Interests
Renaissance faires, acting, dancing, drawing, writing, reading, poetry, stage combat, rapiers, archery, coffee and conversation, crème brûlée, France, travelling, Shakespeare, the supernatural, music, laughing, politics
Favorite Music
Classical and indie.
Untitled
July 18 2005
Well, I'm home.
Virginia is quite possibly the most beautiful place I've ever had the pleasure of visiting.
It almost made up for the overwhelming desire to strangle 1/3 of the Jeskey bloodline. Seriously, I love my family, really. I do not love being in a car for ten hours with them.
Family togetherness is one of the overwhelming ills facing society today.
But.... Everything was worth it. Well, almost worth it. You know why? I bought a box filled with books, not a one of them printed before 1918. This includes three FRENCH BOOKS, an 1892 script for Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice, Ivanhoe, The Last of the Mohicans, A Tale of Two Cities, Silas Marner.... Five dolla', foo'. For about seventeen aged books. With letters betwixt the pages. I found this box early on and stood beside it for literal hours, sutbly interrogating anyone who happened to peruse it. *Protective stance* "Do you like old books? Me too. Any particular interest in this lot? Oh, good."
Old books are love.
*HEART*
I'll not post the trials and tribulations, but to give you a general idea....
Within thirty minutes of driving on Saturday I almost had vehicular homicide burned into my record.
Because cyclists are convinced that twisty mountain paths are the ideal place to practise their art. Lurking around corners is their main source of entertainment, the better to catch innocent motorists unawares.
Fuuuuuuuun.
It's raining. I want to do something.
Aside from clean my room. But that seems to be unavoidable. Someone save me from it! *Falls into organisational quicksand* *Air bubbles cease* *Death is imminent*
Virginia is quite possibly the most beautiful place I've ever had the pleasure of visiting.
It almost made up for the overwhelming desire to strangle 1/3 of the Jeskey bloodline. Seriously, I love my family, really. I do not love being in a car for ten hours with them.
Family togetherness is one of the overwhelming ills facing society today.
But.... Everything was worth it. Well, almost worth it. You know why? I bought a box filled with books, not a one of them printed before 1918. This includes three FRENCH BOOKS, an 1892 script for Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice, Ivanhoe, The Last of the Mohicans, A Tale of Two Cities, Silas Marner.... Five dolla', foo'. For about seventeen aged books. With letters betwixt the pages. I found this box early on and stood beside it for literal hours, sutbly interrogating anyone who happened to peruse it. *Protective stance* "Do you like old books? Me too. Any particular interest in this lot? Oh, good."
Old books are love.
*HEART*
I'll not post the trials and tribulations, but to give you a general idea....
Within thirty minutes of driving on Saturday I almost had vehicular homicide burned into my record.
Because cyclists are convinced that twisty mountain paths are the ideal place to practise their art. Lurking around corners is their main source of entertainment, the better to catch innocent motorists unawares.
Fuuuuuuuun.
It's raining. I want to do something.
Aside from clean my room. But that seems to be unavoidable. Someone save me from it! *Falls into organisational quicksand* *Air bubbles cease* *Death is imminent*
