ARRGH!
Okay...
>.< Ugh. I hate... well, things. You know. And all that nastiness.
I thought this was over! I really, really did. Blah. Okay, I am going to think about happy things and not claim that I am a wretched person because I AM NOT and I do not need validation from anyone else. It would be nice. But I am fine with just me. (Probably.)
Z has become OBSESSED with a Torchwood RP - she talks about it a lot and spends a whole lotta time on it. It's called Where We Start From and it takes place after the series. I joined, too - just because she really did talk about it all the time, and it did sound kinda neat. (It's really sort of complicated because it's very new, and there was the RIDICULOUS character relationships thing that I had to do and it was HARD and was all needing code and I was all *headdesk* and it took me forever. And it sucks, sort of, but I am beyond that now. *looks haughty* Heh heh.
Yeah... But it's a guy named Kelvin. So that's full of win.
I need to do some writing maybe... (Except for the thing! >.< Oh, the woe. I can't. Even the other is -DUD- and I am all sad and the like. Phooey.) I could work on my short story for my Fiction Writing class, I suppose. Yeah. I have some of it started (which I might put in here eventually), but I think it sorta sucks.
I want to crawl up into myself and implode. I feel really tight and ick-full right now, and the space behind my eyes is hot. I hate when that happens.
Sad Hannah is sad. (...long cat is long...)
I don't like weekends very much. I think I do, and I wait all week to get to them, but then when they come and I have nothing to do it makes me feel a little not-quite-pathetic-but-something-a-shade-above-it-sort-of. Blah.
Z put on "Juno" but isn't watching it. It's on, though. I really like that movie. She's talking to her mom in the bathroom; I don't want to listen to music but I put on my headphones because she was talking loudly enough for me to hear. I hope I don't have to pee anytime soon...
There's nothing to do and I feel lame just sitting in my room on a Saturday. I don't even have anyone to talk to.
See? Ugh. This is why I shouldn't be allowed to be around other people; I rant and it's my business and I shouldn't press it on others. (I didn't have to write this, and I know that, but it's not particularly private so I don't mind if someone reads it, and I like journalling, and I'm bored so it was something to entertain me.)
I wonder what tomorrow shall bring. Was going to try to do something with Zach, but he's getting his computer fixed - so he's somewhere that has an apple store. I wish I got to see him more; he's such a booger.
Well, looks like that's it for now. I might come back later with some stories or something. Adios. (OOH! GABRIEL STORY! MUST WRITE! I LOVE IT EVER SO MUCH!)
-Hannah Jane
(**On a completely random note, I does have luff for my icon. Hee. Because Simon Tam is a sexy bitch. Try and deny it - YOU CAN'T. WORD. *chuckles*
>.< Ugh. I hate... well, things. You know. And all that nastiness.
I thought this was over! I really, really did. Blah. Okay, I am going to think about happy things and not claim that I am a wretched person because I AM NOT and I do not need validation from anyone else. It would be nice. But I am fine with just me. (Probably.)
Z has become OBSESSED with a Torchwood RP - she talks about it a lot and spends a whole lotta time on it. It's called Where We Start From and it takes place after the series. I joined, too - just because she really did talk about it all the time, and it did sound kinda neat. (It's really sort of complicated because it's very new, and there was the RIDICULOUS character relationships thing that I had to do and it was HARD and was all needing code and I was all *headdesk* and it took me forever. And it sucks, sort of, but I am beyond that now. *looks haughty* Heh heh.
Yeah... But it's a guy named Kelvin. So that's full of win.
I need to do some writing maybe... (Except for the thing! >.< Oh, the woe. I can't. Even the other is -DUD- and I am all sad and the like. Phooey.) I could work on my short story for my Fiction Writing class, I suppose. Yeah. I have some of it started (which I might put in here eventually), but I think it sorta sucks.
I want to crawl up into myself and implode. I feel really tight and ick-full right now, and the space behind my eyes is hot. I hate when that happens.
Sad Hannah is sad. (...long cat is long...)
I don't like weekends very much. I think I do, and I wait all week to get to them, but then when they come and I have nothing to do it makes me feel a little not-quite-pathetic-but-something-a-shade-above-it-sort-of. Blah.
Z put on "Juno" but isn't watching it. It's on, though. I really like that movie. She's talking to her mom in the bathroom; I don't want to listen to music but I put on my headphones because she was talking loudly enough for me to hear. I hope I don't have to pee anytime soon...
There's nothing to do and I feel lame just sitting in my room on a Saturday. I don't even have anyone to talk to.
See? Ugh. This is why I shouldn't be allowed to be around other people; I rant and it's my business and I shouldn't press it on others. (I didn't have to write this, and I know that, but it's not particularly private so I don't mind if someone reads it, and I like journalling, and I'm bored so it was something to entertain me.)
I wonder what tomorrow shall bring. Was going to try to do something with Zach, but he's getting his computer fixed - so he's somewhere that has an apple store. I wish I got to see him more; he's such a booger.
Well, looks like that's it for now. I might come back later with some stories or something. Adios. (OOH! GABRIEL STORY! MUST WRITE! I LOVE IT EVER SO MUCH!)
-Hannah Jane
(**On a completely random note, I does have luff for my icon. Hee. Because Simon Tam is a sexy bitch. Try and deny it - YOU CAN'T. WORD. *chuckles*