a roller and a palette knife

Soo what does it mean when you constantly thinking of someone and know that those thoughts are so beyond reality but yet you carry on believing it to be true....

Just sat down at a computer in the Jac labs, yip back in Grahamstown and already things are beginning to make a little bit more sense. The keyboard that I'm at has a silver star on it. No jokes, Ill take a picture...
<Okiii just got some real strange looks from the people next to me>
The goodbyes weren't as bad as usual. I was happy to come back. It's always the hardest thing to say goodbye to Milla, but I was fine.
My room feels good, pretty annoying though as I haven't been able to get my stuff out the box room as yet, so living in pretty much an empty den.

Um so I realized earlier that when I follow a blog it doesn't register as star-jade smith, sometimes it is Aimee or Aimz333 or Starg!rl, I blame this entirely on my lame internet ways and thinking I need every single email account known to the web. so note to my delightful followers, if I'm following you by any of the given names it is me, and if I'm following you twice its still me, just twice, and when I eventually figure out how to rectify everything to be back to star-jade smith then I will.

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