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CHAPTERFOUR
Zelle
Long-hair-dont-careposted:
Hey guys! Listen… I still don't have any pictures of myself, but I DO have the next best thing!
Pictures of my new plants! And they're Rapunzel! Like me! So that's kind of the same thing right? :D
Yeah, I know, they're really not. But pictures! (They're linked below, so take a look!)
Ugh, I feel like a bad plant mommy, though. I let the little suckers get a touch rootbound. They're getting too big for the pots Mother put them in! She always brings me things in such small pots, it's a wonder they aren't already rootbound by the time I get them!
It's definitely okay, though. I'm going to transplant them later. I also harvested some chamomile and peppermint for tea/tinctures/other stuff! Wooo! Chamomile is the BEST, guys. I know a lot of you have had chamomile tea, but if you take it with a little drop of the tincture too? It's sweet dreams.
And I mean literally. Your dreams will be sweet and lovely and wonderful.
Well, sorry about the short post today, but I'm going to go get a head start on repotting these Rapunzel plants before they get up and walk away on me! (Haha, could you even imagine?)
You guys have a great day and leave me some yummy comments! :D
~~friday morning~~
Repotting plants was dirty work. I had soil caked under my fingernails by the time I'd finished getting the last of the Rapunzel plants into larger pots. I put them in some shade so they wouldn't get shocked by too much sun or too much space, before going back inside to wash and scrub my hands.
I had a plan for the afternoon. I was going to figure out a way to video chat with my guys if it was the last thing I did.
My guys… ever since I'd started referring to them as mine, it made it that much harder to know I was never ever going to see them in person.
I didn't like thinking about it, but I had kind of always assumed that one day, they'd get tired of me and move on.
It had happened in the past, with other internet friends. Back when I was younger and the only sites I could visit were ones designed for children. I'd make friends playing games and we'd meet up every day at the same time, and then they started missing days.
They'd miss days and I was always there, because… well… I didn't have any other place to be.
And they'd miss more and more days and I'd still be there.
Once I'd started blogging, I'd maintained that I wasn't doing it to make friends. In fact, that's why I'd chosen blogging in the first place. It was a verysoloendeavor. It didn't require me to make friends in order to progress.
I didn't even care if people read it. It was an outlet for me.
But people did read it.
Tons of people wanted to know what I did all day in my high-rise apartment that I could never leave.
I wasn't stupid, I knew a lot of it had to do with voyeurism, but I never posted pics of myself and I always deleted all the pervs who showed up in the comments.
I might have grown up in a vacuum, but once I got access to the internet, I broke out of it quickly.
I was sheltered in the most literal sense, but I knew how the world worked.
But that was neither here nor there. What I needed to do, was to find a way to cast a privacy spell over my camera. Which wasn't exactly green-witch magic. I was out of my element.
I didn't know exactly how to go about looking up privacy spells, but I knew of a starting place.
I'd need to open up a hidden search to do so, but that was alright. I'd searched tons of things before without Mother knowing.
The trick was to keep doing something in another window so there wasn't a lull in my browsing activity while I was logged into the tablet. A lull could indicate that I was hiding something. And Mother always found out what I was hiding.
