I sent away for a free map of Columbus. I figure it'd be a good idea. I can't go around a place I haven't been for seven years purely by memory, you know? Besides, if I have to hoof it to the Value Center Arena, I'll need a map from Hilliard to there. XP

In other news: These mechanical pencils I have SUCK. They give you like, an inch of led every time you push the end of it. I don't NEED an inch of lead in order to write--I need very little, in fact. So I went through a bloody pencil within half an hour just trying to write a character profile for my ghost-hunters. Jesus.

In other other news: I hate my reproductive organs. GAAAAAARGH. (Happy Week of Massive Bleeding, everyone.)

In other other other news: I had a dream that I was a swan-dancer in a ballet. Despite the fact I've never danced... Anyway, the girls in the locker room were mean to me and no matter how much I fought back, they just got worse. But Nate appeared, said I looked lovely, and dragged me on a camping trip, which was infinitely more fun than the ballet dancing. But we didn't have extra clothes, so I had to wear my swan-dress on the trip, until Nate gave up some of his clothes and I was able to roll around and act like my tomboyish self again. :D Yayz!