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I've been away for a long time, for a variety of reasons, but I'm back, with a new chapter of Millennia Apart.

It is 5AM and I woke up for Red TV. I am not disappointed. YAY.

Buna Ziua!!
          
          Sorry I've been away, I was moving. Still in the East End but a somewhat bigger apartment so PROGRESS.
          It isn't a mansion like most of my friends' but it's still a cool house.
          Anyway. 
          I have a question. So there is a phenomenon where when you learn something knew or hear something for the first time, you begin to notice it more often.  I think it starts with a B or D. Help!

Ah! In love with your pfp! 

So I was hanging around in my room when a random memory popped into my head and I figured I might as well share it. 
          
          I'm half Romanian, and when I was in middle school, most of my classmates were obsessed with Twilight. There was this really annoying blonde girl who we'll call Linda who was more obsessed than others. She reads about Dracula being from Transylvania (which btw is not where I'm from). She was convinced I was a vampire, and turned most of the others too. Didn't help that I avoided sunlight due to poor health. 
          
          Cue the weirdest conversation I've had till date:
          Linda: Hey Eloise, will you drink my blood?
          A boy who we shall call Connor: No, you have to marry her first.
          Linda: C'mon Eloise, just turn me. We can live forever. 
          Me: Linda I do not want to spend eternity with you.
          Connor: So you ARE a vampire.
          Eloise: Okay.
          Linda: *proceeds to tell everyone in the school until the Dean called my parents because I had been lYiNg*
          
          Honestly.
          
          My mother was amused, though. (She's Romanian) She spooked Linda that halloween. I love my mum.

You know what people should do? Date artists and writers and musicians. I mean, being friends with them is cool, y'all can have fun, but nobody loves like an artist. Sure, a math person is nice, and a science-y dude is rad but if you've ever dated a writer, you know that they'll write poems and letters declaring they love you. And not to diss on science people, but being sung to sleep by a musician hits differently. 
          I don't say sorry, I write a poem expressing my regret. My girlfriend doesn't tell me she loves me. She draws pictures of us together and hides them in my books. Sometimes, when things aren't going too great, we lie in bed together and sing until we fall asleep. My ex boyfriend would dance when he was happy and it made me happy.
          So, I don't know why people don't date artists and musicians.

Things in my house that require attention: 
          ME!