Rant/complaints/update
I often wonder what my life would be like if it were set in a fantasy fiction universe.
I realized today that I'd probably be one of those nameless characters killed off at the beginning so the villain can sneak into the keep of the heroes and tear things up. Essentially, I'm a redshirt.
I've turned into an emotional eater, which, as everyone knows, is not good. Or rather, it's stress eating. I eat a lot at one sitting, especially when I'm stressed or angry. Which seems to be a lot anymore.
But enough of the negative stuff.
Oh wait, that's my whole journal since moving to Baltimore! Silly me!
*face palm*
I've been playing WoW and Fable 2. I technically won Fable 2 (lost the dog though. Stupid me thinking I needed wealth!) and got my first character to 70. Good ol' Lycorisan. She's a DPS warrior who I keep thinking I'll respec to protection (tank), but . . .
My character in Fable 2 is female and pretty ugly. I'm making her evil, since I lost the dog. Heh heh. Her husband is afraid of her, yet, they have two children.
Got the new Lich King expansion. I'm almost to 72 . . . but it's not that exciting. Probably because I have to play alone. Gerry is in a new guild and does dungeons. As a DPS warrior, my chances of being needed are so slim . . .
I think I'm turning into a terrible person. Or that's what I perceive, with how people react to me. Am I? I really don't know, but I get the feeling I am.
I've always been moody. It's in my nature, and, in fact, hereditary. I just . . .
It's just better if I keep my mouth shut.
I've gotten complacent at work. I just don't care about anything. No really, I don't care.
I have LATI and I'm like "eh, I don't have time." So I don't do it. I'm about, eh, five weeks behind. *shrug*
Anyways, life, for me and mine, is in a precarious position.
Life is never easy, I know, but damn, can't I get a break?
*shrug* eh, whatever. I'm starting to not care about that either.
Day after day I do the same things.
I guess that's what it's supposed to be, right?
Right.
Xmas is soon. *sigh* Because I have the money to but presents . . .
No, not really.
I worked in the Teen section all morning yesterday. I forgot how fun and stressful it is waiting on adults.
I just got a phone call and it was the author Janet Stoeke who writes about the chicken Minerva Louise. It was interesting, simply because I had to give her directions.
I've met more famous people here than anywhere else.
Oh well. I should put books away.
I realized today that I'd probably be one of those nameless characters killed off at the beginning so the villain can sneak into the keep of the heroes and tear things up. Essentially, I'm a redshirt.
I've turned into an emotional eater, which, as everyone knows, is not good. Or rather, it's stress eating. I eat a lot at one sitting, especially when I'm stressed or angry. Which seems to be a lot anymore.
But enough of the negative stuff.
Oh wait, that's my whole journal since moving to Baltimore! Silly me!
*face palm*
I've been playing WoW and Fable 2. I technically won Fable 2 (lost the dog though. Stupid me thinking I needed wealth!) and got my first character to 70. Good ol' Lycorisan. She's a DPS warrior who I keep thinking I'll respec to protection (tank), but . . .
My character in Fable 2 is female and pretty ugly. I'm making her evil, since I lost the dog. Heh heh. Her husband is afraid of her, yet, they have two children.
Got the new Lich King expansion. I'm almost to 72 . . . but it's not that exciting. Probably because I have to play alone. Gerry is in a new guild and does dungeons. As a DPS warrior, my chances of being needed are so slim . . .
I think I'm turning into a terrible person. Or that's what I perceive, with how people react to me. Am I? I really don't know, but I get the feeling I am.
I've always been moody. It's in my nature, and, in fact, hereditary. I just . . .
It's just better if I keep my mouth shut.
I've gotten complacent at work. I just don't care about anything. No really, I don't care.
I have LATI and I'm like "eh, I don't have time." So I don't do it. I'm about, eh, five weeks behind. *shrug*
Anyways, life, for me and mine, is in a precarious position.
Life is never easy, I know, but damn, can't I get a break?
*shrug* eh, whatever. I'm starting to not care about that either.
Day after day I do the same things.
I guess that's what it's supposed to be, right?
Right.
Xmas is soon. *sigh* Because I have the money to but presents . . .
No, not really.
I worked in the Teen section all morning yesterday. I forgot how fun and stressful it is waiting on adults.
I just got a phone call and it was the author Janet Stoeke who writes about the chicken Minerva Louise. It was interesting, simply because I had to give her directions.
I've met more famous people here than anywhere else.
Oh well. I should put books away.