Below are the 2 most recent journal entries recorded in Adele Speedle's InsaneJournal:

Friday, July 30th, 2010
3:41 pm	Two. [Filtered from the Master] My father seems even more unstable and unhinged than usual, and that's worrying both me and Mum. We know he's never been particularly stable, what with the drums, but this seems to be going a bit beyond even that. Or maybe I'm just worrying too much. Surely if anything was truly wrong, we'd know. Even if only because the Doctor would have stepped in to stop it by now. At least he hasn't tried kidnapping the toddler version of my ex-boyfriend again. Been half expecting that one for years. And no, that is not a sign to the universe for him to try it. Hell, at least he hasn't tried kidnapping my daughter yet. He tries that and he's going down, familial relationship to me or no. [/Filtered] It was just me and the Penlet last night, since Rufus crashed in one of the dorms, and the Penlet insisted on watching me do my makeup. I don't know why she finds it so fascinating, I really don't. But it kept her happy and entertained, so who am I to argue? Of course, then she insisted I do her makeup. Which, no, way too little for that. So there was pouting and grumbling on both ends. I finally gave in and put a little lipstick and blush on her so we could take pictures and then took it off. She seemed happy. I think she's turning into a little attention whore just like me. This... might not be a good thing. Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 25th, 2009
7:54 pm	One. It's a good thing I don't sleep very much and never have -- got that from my father -- because between school and parenting, there's far too little time for sleep. Rufus seems to share this opinion at the moment, since he's currently crashed on the living room couch at the moment -- and he barely managed to get that far after he shambled in the door with a distinctly exhausted look on his face. He'll be up soon, though, and then I think we're an extremely late dinner. What? He's a musician. Musicians keep weird hours. Until then, I'm going to be looking at my daughter and laughing my head off. Her skin's pink. And not that pink that you get when you're healthy and there's good blood flow and all that. No, this is crayon pink. I'm probably a bad mother for finding it so amusing, but oh well. Need to actually get that fixed, though, since the amusement factor's going to wear off and she's just about old enough to notice when people are staring at her. And she's a gentle kid, so that staring is going to make her feel bad. Can't have that. So this means I need to contact the girls at the university that offered to fix this. (Comment on this)