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
sorry i may be 2 busy with that dreamy mohinder 2 go dress shopping if u catch my drift. lol
Forget about waffles! It’s all about the bologna, baby!
I won’t let you have my brain if you even TOUCH Mohinder. You’re supposed to be my wingman, mr brainz! Y’know…keeping him distracted him while I set up video cameras in his apartment to stalk him and all.
I swear, if you do anything to him, I’m not buying you the pretty dress I just found for you. Oh, and you can kiss that pretty pink muzzle goodbye, too! o(´^｀)o
As far as bologna goes…I’ll have some.
~Lana
Awesome…let me get my rice cooker ready and you’ll be chowing down on some great sandwiches in no time!
I LOVE RICE COOKERS! But I set my apartment on fire with a rice cooker once.
Hmmm. Maybe if I buy Mohinder a rice cooker…
~Lana
Ah, yes. The object of everyone’s desire. Is it not odd for me, Mohinder, the lamest character of all with speech that would bore a cryogenically frozen snail watching Gilmore Girls reruns for three weeks straight, to now be the #1 choice for everyone’s proverbial science lab partner? It’s as if destiny itself asked you all to choose your teammate and everyone realized that perhaps the geneticist professor, with the power of my father’s research at my hands, is the ideal candidate for whatever tasks and challenges may lie ahead. If you have never been disappointed in life, then surely now is your time. Alone, I can only speak so much, but united, we can talk indefinately, until philosophy itself is proven to be nothing more than stylized bunkum. So, I say to you all, Patient Zero, Fatty, The Flying Narcissist and 50s Nerd, I am more than a mere tool of intellectual exuberance, and I expect just compensation as well as recognition for my research, my father’s research and my fahter’s theories, and my father’s cooking, and my father’s wig-making.
Showing love to my favorite Russian.
…and I thought I was obsessesed!(no, not with Mohinder, nice guy but really not my type)
Lana, I hope you realize I was JK ; ) with that last comment. I of all people realize a girl’s gotta have her hobbies..interests.. obsessions..whatever : )