So I’m really really internet-hurt that Mohinder doesn’t want to marry me be my friend. For that reason alone, I will eat waffles no more. My destiny left me, and he doesn’t even know he’s supposed to be my destiny. This makes Svetlana a sad Russian. Someone needs to buy me a beer to make me feel better, or 
Why? Because rainbows are pretty. Especially if they flash and make you have seizures. I’m also kind of seriously disturbed that mr brainz wants me to paint his nails. I have this thing about my head being cut open. I sort of don’t like it. I mean, yeah, I am masochist and all, but something about having my brain eaten just really doesn’t sound appetizing. Though I suppose it would be appetizing if it were eaten, say, with waffles as an apperatif. But, alas, I have refused to eat waffles ever again because the man I’m going to stalk for the rest of my life man I’ve fallen in love with has abandoned me. I suffer from unrequited love. Who knew that I would possibly find someone to make me waffles for the rest of my life in a diner in Texas. It must have been waffles destiny that brought us together.
There has to be more to it than that. We’ve all wound up in this diner for a purpose. Is it to learn how to use our powers more wisely to make sweet, delicious waffles, or for some higher calling? Even though I am no longer in Texas, I will be sure to continue posting to this blog, as it seems to be a meeting place for those of us who are different. I may come back sometime if I find myself unable to locate any good waffle joints in New York. Or, who knows? I may just meet my destiny back in the city, which would make my life complete. Sort of. My life will only be complete when I have the world worship me. This is not a delusion of grandeur; it will happen. My hues of happiness and lights of love will cause the world to rejoice in the glory that is…waffles.
I know that someday, my destiny will find me either that, or I’ll have to track down where he lives and sneak around outside his apartment for weeks. There is a reason why I have the power to create light, and it’s not just so someone can read in the dark! I can illuminate and enlighten the masses with my uber-intense, shiny, photon grenades of fluffy kittens! Because everyone likes fluffy kittens. With waffles. And rainbows. Lots of rainbows.
That’s enough psychological and inspirational jargon from me for today. I’m just trying to make my destiny see that I exist. ;_;
After the night I had last night being strapped to the front of the bus, I really think I deserve someone who truly appreciates me. Someone who will understand the beauty of an image of the Virgin Mary being found in a tortilla. Or someone who can accessorize with a muzzle. Someone…who will feed me cookies.
And while I’m thinking about it since I just can’t seem to shake this feeling that someone is going to try and steal Mohinder from me (you know who you are!) I can assure you that he will see straight through your silly cleavage generation powahz! (Sorry, man. I’m a little possessive. But we can totally go dress shopping at Macy’s together, k?)
~Lana