Radioactive Rain

Hello. So, I'm back from Spain. It was pretty good but I was there when the Barcelona attacks happened. I wrote about it while I was there:  Today thirteen people died.  A van drove into a crowd of people on Las Ramblas in Barcelona.  Around a hundred were injured.  I'm still in Spain.  I wonder what was going through that crazy van driver's mind. I asked mum, she said "Hate." Did he choose which crowd he was going to run into? Did he target a specific demographic- young people with so many years ahead of them? Or was it just blind rage? Did everyone look the same to him? Sick. At the moment I just want to go home. Home to shitty little Trogslight where nothing ever happens other than that time they found that unexploded bomb. I want to sleep in my bed next to my bookshelf and ukulele thinking about Lithium or Nitrogen not "What if we never get home?" or "What if there's terrorism at the airport?" I cried earlier. ...

Hi. So my room's been painted and I really love it. Here are some pictures of my room, the place I usually write from:  Some of my books :3 A doodle I did last year and decided to hang up.   Piggy bank that I got for Xmas, ages ago. It was filled with Jelly Beans.  Lithium came round last week. She keeps saying that she 'ships' me and Lead. Ew, I mean, we're kind of friends and we laugh a lot but... just no.  Earlier this week I spent three days at this school in Hogsloom for a Drama thing. I was there from ten till four so it was basically like a usual school day- six hours with a lunch break. The first half of the day, we had this person, an actor or a producer, come in and talk to us about the industry. We'd have lunch- I sat with Lutetium every day, we're good friends now. She's really pretty and reminds me of Hermione Granger a bit. For the other half of the day we either made some short films or helped some girls w...