New Developments
I've been sitting here for about an hour, trying to write. It isn't that there's nothing to write about. There's plenty enough to write about. I just can't seem to get inspired enough to take the time to write it all out. I'm restless and distracted and . . . it's all about a boy.
All right, then, first things first: Indiana and I made contact with a group of people in a town called Spencer. Spencer is approximately two hours north of us. When we first contacted them this morning (Xander, Henry, Noah and another man who's name we didn't get) there were only four of them. By this evening there were seven people there, one of them a woman and a doctor. . . and they're expecting three more from South Carolina. A few of them, Xander among them (and I mention him because he claims to be a "monster hunter" and Henry - former police officer - backs that assessment up) will be coming up tomorrow afternoon. I'm actually very excited about meeting more people even if it's taken me forever to write about it.
Speaking of additional people, Marie brought home a stray (Fuji, the boy Anna mentioned at dinner last night) and Victor did as well (Fred, who's a woman by the way). Fuji is polite, reserved and well-mannered for a teenage boy. I wonder if its him or Japanese culture. He's moved into the house, which means that we're full up at the moment. He's currently in Marie's room and she's opting to sleep on the sofa tonight; I mentioned the flat over the garage, but I don't think that anyone is keen on being alone with the Critters out and about. It made me feel bad for letting Fred go back to ... well, wherever she's been staying, but she revealed that she hadn't seen hide nor hair of the Critters, so maybe she's safe from them. (I do get a weird vibe off of her that is rather ... repelling. She's nice enough, if a bit on the barmy side - but after all that's happened, it's not really surprising - but sometimes it's like there's something beneath the surface just waiting to get out. I know, crazy telepathic ramblings again.)
Anyway, perhaps if she does have problems with the Critters, perhaps someone would be willing to take on a roommate(That is if a room doesn't become available before then). That just sounded terrible, didn't it?
And this is the point where I get to the "about a boy" bit. About a man really. I kissed Victor. Oh bleeding hell, let's be honest about it, I snogged Victor. And I'm not going to sit here and get all giddy and giggly and swoon in my journal over such, but . . . I have never been so . . . exquisitely confused in my whole life. There's no denying the attraction we share, or the chemistry between us. And when I stop to think about it, it seems like everything has sped out of control so very, very fast and I need to put the brakes on, but don't want to. I keep reminding myself that the world is a different place now, and the old rules don't apply. That all around me, we're all people finding our way anew.
I don't really know anything about him, and yet I know one two of his biggest secrets, and I feel a bit guilty that he only knows one of mine. I know his secrets, but I don't really know him. I want to get to know him, though. I do. I want . . . him to knock on that door and spend the night with me. Yes, horrible, naughty, Ami, but truthfully, I'm not talking about a shag as appealing as the thought might be. I'm just speaking of spending the night together, talking and getting to know one another a bit better before we cross that line into shagging territory.
Listen to me. I make it sound as though we're dating. And I don't even know what we're doing other than snogging. I don't know what he wants or expects from me (some fine telepath/empath that I am). What do I want from him? Friendship for starters. Trite, but true, although yes, we've ventured far afield from platonic friendship already I do believe. Stability - something stable, something reliable, something normal in a world turned on its head. Naturally, I'll not put that sort of pressure on him; I don't want to risk mucking things up after all.
Time will tell, right? Patience is a virtue and all those other cliches?
My hand is tired. I'm going to stop now.
All right, then, first things first: Indiana and I made contact with a group of people in a town called Spencer. Spencer is approximately two hours north of us. When we first contacted them this morning (Xander, Henry, Noah and another man who's name we didn't get) there were only four of them. By this evening there were seven people there, one of them a woman and a doctor. . . and they're expecting three more from South Carolina. A few of them, Xander among them (and I mention him because he claims to be a "monster hunter" and Henry - former police officer - backs that assessment up) will be coming up tomorrow afternoon. I'm actually very excited about meeting more people even if it's taken me forever to write about it.
Speaking of additional people, Marie brought home a stray (Fuji, the boy Anna mentioned at dinner last night) and Victor did as well (Fred, who's a woman by the way). Fuji is polite, reserved and well-mannered for a teenage boy. I wonder if its him or Japanese culture. He's moved into the house, which means that we're full up at the moment. He's currently in Marie's room and she's opting to sleep on the sofa tonight; I mentioned the flat over the garage, but I don't think that anyone is keen on being alone with the Critters out and about. It made me feel bad for letting Fred go back to ... well, wherever she's been staying, but she revealed that she hadn't seen hide nor hair of the Critters, so maybe she's safe from them. (I do get a weird vibe off of her that is rather ... repelling. She's nice enough, if a bit on the barmy side - but after all that's happened, it's not really surprising - but sometimes it's like there's something beneath the surface just waiting to get out. I know, crazy telepathic ramblings again.)
Anyway, perhaps if she does have problems with the Critters, perhaps someone would be willing to take on a roommate(That is if a room doesn't become available before then). That just sounded terrible, didn't it?
And this is the point where I get to the "about a boy" bit. About a man really. I kissed Victor. Oh bleeding hell, let's be honest about it, I snogged Victor. And I'm not going to sit here and get all giddy and giggly and swoon in my journal over such, but . . . I have never been so . . . exquisitely confused in my whole life. There's no denying the attraction we share, or the chemistry between us. And when I stop to think about it, it seems like everything has sped out of control so very, very fast and I need to put the brakes on, but don't want to. I keep reminding myself that the world is a different place now, and the old rules don't apply. That all around me, we're all people finding our way anew.
I don't really know anything about him, and yet I know one two of his biggest secrets, and I feel a bit guilty that he only knows one of mine. I know his secrets, but I don't really know him. I want to get to know him, though. I do. I want . . . him to knock on that door and spend the night with me. Yes, horrible, naughty, Ami, but truthfully, I'm not talking about a shag as appealing as the thought might be. I'm just speaking of spending the night together, talking and getting to know one another a bit better before we cross that line into shagging territory.
Listen to me. I make it sound as though we're dating. And I don't even know what we're doing other than snogging. I don't know what he wants or expects from me (some fine telepath/empath that I am). What do I want from him? Friendship for starters. Trite, but true, although yes, we've ventured far afield from platonic friendship already I do believe. Stability - something stable, something reliable, something normal in a world turned on its head. Naturally, I'll not put that sort of pressure on him; I don't want to risk mucking things up after all.
Time will tell, right? Patience is a virtue and all those other cliches?
My hand is tired. I'm going to stop now.