It's one of those weeks. I can't comprehend how it already became Sunday without first giving me the chance to snowboard or sleep. ******** snow ******** melted - and that whole sleep concept got killed by the prospect of gaming. Saturday night was a random D&D 2nd session that I ran at the house of this friend, and Sunday night was a 3 am continuation of a 3.5 Eberron game *in which I play a crazy-a** Bacchae who has somehow reached epic level without actually gathering any money or magical items*. xd
Gah, so - that was my weekend. Overwhelming, no? sweatdrop
But really, it's time for me to rejoin the realm of the living - and like, start cracking down on homework or something like that. gonk
If you're reading this journal, I gather that you most likely know me on a first name basis, so I won't bother to go over the specifics of what I'm about to b***h about, but here it is:
I am so sick of being here. Really, really sick of it... but the problem is (and I know this), going back to Phoenix ain't gonna help. I am trying to figure some way that I can go down, handle obligations and then leave ASAP. I mean, I wanna see Kage and Candy and Nick, and I am cool with my family - which is amazing, but no matter where I go I just feel so... confined. xp
I really, really need to hit the road again. Though I don't eactly have a lot of money, if I pay my credit card off early into Decemeber, I should be able to take off right after X-mas and go SOMEWHERE. The question is - Where? Every year, the people I once knew fall further and further behind me.
Since Bandersntch got closed down, I haven't been in contact with ANY of the Rennies. Last year was almost surreal. I just feel like the world I used to be part of has completely slipped away from me, when all I wanted was to escape it for a little while.
Granted, there are perks about not being a perma-stoned criminal loser, but it's been so long since the last time I felt even mildly alive.
Also, I miss Chris. The b*****d needs to come up from underwater SOON, damn him. Tiffy would kill me for sure if she knew how I feel about him, even considering everything that happened between them. I just desperately need someone around who understands me. I mean, seriously - isn't that what everyone wants.
Oh, yeah - and it's nice that he thinks I'm good looking. Being the nerd that I am, I have a tendancy to feel unforgivably ugly. Maybe I will have to get really dressed up for the winter formal like I did for that swing dance last February. People I know don't even recognize me sometimes. 3nodding
Ah, the pros of being a theater techie and makeup guru...
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Night cha'll -
Sarah
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Same s**t, Different Day: Clinical Sessions of the Psychologically Damaged
The world sucks. My parents hate me. I'm so GOTH. ********. It's the same old s**t on a different day - preteen voices in chorus all screaming "I'm so BLOODY unloved!". Me personally - I'm not unloved, just cynical.
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The need to roam... this I can understand completely. Since I graduated from High school, I have moved, and moved and moved. Now with staying here I have started to feel imprisoned. I do not want to leave for personal reasons, but the need to roam has been so ingrained in me that it is hard to shake.
The need to have someone understand you is something else that I can agree with. With being so alone for so long, noone understands why I am the way I am. I have tried to explain to many people the particulars of being me, but noone gets me.
Well, I don't think I said anything really awe inspiring in this, but I can say, that Chris is not the only one that thinks you are pretty. Well, take care! biggrin