T-11 hours until I get myself captured, killed, or otherwise. Research is done. I know who, where, when. I might even know how. Can't get a hold of Elena; not sure where she is, but I'll call again and leave a message or something. Like it matters. She can't come with me.

I'm scared out of my freakin' mind. I can't sleep. I should, because...

Made the mistake of going back to grab some clothes and try to hide my cello. I mean, my guess is the kind of people who do what these people do don't really care about punking my instrument, but that thing is a beast of beauty. I could ship it back to Mom, but that's like sending her a singing, flashing telegram that says, "THINGS ARE AFOOT! PLEASE COME TO NYC!"

Case in point: his mother showed up today. Whaaaaat. I swear to god, when she walked through that door...

It worked. Holy shit. I don't even know what they would have done to me if they'd caught me. There was one point where I could feel myself slipping and thought I might lose it. The guy wasn't looking at my hands, though. Thank god (or dog, or whatever we're calling him today).

So. I have an address. I have a plan. I think I have a plan, anyway. Gotta talk to Elena. I am > this close < to winding up on the six o'clock news for this stunt I'm about to pull. I went to see the place today, but it's totally unassuming. Doesn't look like a fortress...

I don't even know if I should be saying what I want to say. I have this sinking feeling that this whole "higher education" thing is about to fall through the floor. I've been sitting here in this cafe, staring at the screen, the cursor flashing at me. Mocking me. I can't go home. I shouldn't go home, anyway. I will. I need to grab some things.

This is totally unrelated to the squirrel in a wetsuit thing...

[OOC: This is just so that I don't have to repost every entry individually. What's easiest, to me, is to just post your entries here, if you don't want to post to both. I'm going to keep posting mine in two places, because I want a quick and easy reference to Rose's entries, so I want to be able to jump back to hers and still have every entry there. From this point on, I'm going to be posting entries as I write them, with a linkback to the journal. You'll see.]

01.30.07 New York, New York: "She bought it. My mother is the single, most gullible woman..."

01.31.07 Boy Scout Central: "Stealing wireless access off my pseudo-father's sketchy neighbours..."

02.04.07 Stray Cat: "So I'm sitting in the living room rocking out to some Nine Inch Nails, cello-style..."

02.09.07 Competition on the Streets: "Met some crazy bitch on the way to this book store..."

02.10.07 Too Good to Be True: "Pseudo-Dad left this morning. I don't know how long..."

02.12.07 Surprise!: "I broke the dishwasher. And the oven's giving off..."

02.13.07 And Hilarity Ensues: "Located a stash of old pictures in a box..."