Bon Voyager...

Well Monday night, late as call be, this lil vampire girl will receive two special gifts. Her parents, back from travelling (and most likely diseased). Back from Egypt and Paris and Singapore they shall roam, to greet their dear children, to whom they're barely even spoken, except (you should note) when it comes to making sure that their daughter's home by 2am, lest something should fail. And then messages upon message shall they send their slightly too young daughter, who is really old enough to go home when she pleases, and not when they want.

*growls*

Ah, but alas, again weary traveller, not only must she welcome them back, but she must cry adieu, adieu my friends, whom their party I shall miss, Kit and Justin, who shall fly off into the sunset together (and yes, in this instance, Kit can have Justin as his horsey) and they won't even miss us, while they're gone.

Damn you DESERTERS!!!

DAMN YOU!!!!!!!!!!

So I'll just be left on my lonesome, alone, deserted, alone, deserted......

Alone........

LizieVamp in a Nutshell...

Right, so once upon a time in a tale that never entered any nursery rhyme there was a little girl that was always just a little bit younger than all her friends. She was tall (but not thin), with curly blue eyes and piercing blond hair and yes, she did indeed have a bloody curl in the centre of her forehead (straighteners just couldn't make it go away!). She had good days and bad days, good friends and no friends and her life seemed not so bad that she would ever wish it away.

Now one day, when the little girl that was always just a little bit younger than all her friends started university. A whole new adventure... or so she thought. She'd polished her fangs, groomed her locks and smiled her way through five weeks of what could effectively (unless this was in fact, a nursery rhyme) be compared to the bad place below the earth where hellfire and torment reigned supreme upon the shoulders upon that bad guy who was probably just sexier than his fellows which made them jealous.

Unfortunately that guy didn't show up and sweep the little vampire girl off her feet and take her away to play with death and destruction all live long night... however she learned to cope with the terror of the shiny newness surrounding her.

However...

*throat clears*

She was still supremely pissed off about all the idiotic little twits who had the nerve to show up to class every bloody week wearing the stupidest clothes God every saw fit to turn his back on... 

In her own words...

"For Gods sake people! You attend a Design school! Don't they have at the gates as a condition of entry: Nothing with animal prints, nothing that makes you look like a bad extra from Flashdance, and nothing that combines such God Ugly taste with spending too much money on clothes!"

However the little vampire girl reminded and consoled herself with the comforting thought that someday she'd rule the world and make such barbarism illegal.

Also, on a more sober note, it's Anzac's Day...

May we never forget the fallen, the lately departed, the heroic dead,

Those who gave their lives for us now lie beneath Menin's Gate.

A way of life continues, but the price was wrought with blood.

Therefore never let us forget, those who gaveth, that we might live.

*trumpet plays forlornly*

God Bless.