...it's because my Display Driver is acting up. Again.

It just started doing it again last night, after my computer updated itself earlier in the day.

So, because my Display Driver keeps crashing, I can't see pictos, save for a few. So if I don't act right, it's probably because I don't recognize you, or I'm not sure it's you.

This will probably continue until the computer updates itself again, which I'm hoping is soon.

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Funny. I never thought I'd like pressure washing as much as I did.

I ended up working all this week, at the same garden center that I've worked at for the last...cripes, 3 years maybe?

This little chore I had was simple, but I never thought it'd make my mind race as quickly as it did.

"Hey Brittany, can you do me a favour? If I give you the pressure washer, can you wash off the stones that we just put in under the fence line?"

"Sure thing, it's no problem."

These stones were small, and were neatly set up under the fence in the front, where the shrubs and small trees are kept. After I figured out the pressure washer and everything, I turned it on, and proceeded to wash off the stones.

I was blown away.

Under these plain, sandy brown stones, was a hue of colour; orange, pinks, whites and blues, all assorted stone.

A single fact elated me.

The fact that with a flick of my wrist, a blast of water, I could turn something so plain, so lifeless, into something of colour, of life...I suddenly found myself enjoying the chore even more. So much more, in fact, that I even pressure washed the stones that had found themselves scattered in the driveway.

And yet, there was something else I noticed...something that I should have noticed over the course of my 19 years of aimless wandering on this Earth...have you ever noticed that when the sky is a grey blue, preparing for the storm...the grass and plants seem more colourful, more...filled with vibrancy?

There is a certain beauty here. The way the grass lights up when the sky is no longer happy, ready to weep...the grass, the plants...they are opportunists, waiting for the right time to show their true colours, their true beauty. Sure, it seems a bit cruel waiting for such, and yet ignorance, in this case, is certainly bliss.

7:30pm.

Driving on the highway towards my sister's. The sky is still a grey blue, ready to open up at any moment.

Guys, like I totally need my space right now, so muchDRAMALLAMASOHMAWGAWD, and I like, soooooo need to get away from this place, and like, my real life is CRAZYHELLARGH, and I liek, just totally need my space right now.
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If you made it this far, I love you.

I'm leaving Thursday afternoon to head home for Spring Break. Don't ask me why Spring Break is so late this year, I honestly don't know why.

My sister intends to hold me for ransom most of the week, so I should pop in here and there.

I will be back Sunday, April 18th.

See you guys whenever. Be good, I love you all!

Love,
Lacie/Alkina <3

...whomever spelled me with the candles. I was idle due to having to fill out the Census, and it was a really nice thing to come back to.

Thank you <3

(I was the Butterfly Pelt, Skull Mask, Poppy Antlers deer sitting on the large rock at the Playground)