Post Trauma
Well, the window's still open, the inflatable mattress is still behind me, we just put away breakfast, I've still yet to upload the pictures, my cat is still on edge,
and Christy and co. are gone; and it's a pain, but it wasn't too bad this time--it helps that we might see each other again this summer. That's a big "might," though. I'm so glad I saw her, and loved seeing her photos, and it's great that we still all go well together, and it was nice to have an almost clean room for a day. But now I'm regretting not doing something more while she was here, or getting her something, or being more gung-ho and less awkward and giggly in the first few minutes, even though I know that's ridiculous. It's just really harder to be the best friend when you only have one face-to-face in a year, and the rest is in fuzzy phone calls and blind, voice-less emails. And now I want a Facebook; I can't email most of the photos I've taken, and what's the point in snapshots if you can't share with people you know? Christy has a Facebook, and it'd be easier to keep up with her, and it's sort of annoying not really knowing anyone in LiveJournal; and it's a pain that we don't have free gifts or super pokes for easy conversation starters. But I still don't have the nerve to ask my parents; they're nervous enough about me with this LiveJournal account--especially my dad. It's like he's waiting for me to hand out my phone number and home address with x's and o's. Ugh, why am I getting all depressed? I bet Red and Craft consider this aimless emo-babble; and they'd be right. I had fun, I love Christy, we watched Loony Tunes til 2:00 AM, I woke up early (considering), read more Tartarus, and had a delicious breakfast. I had fun hearing all sorts of stories about her past year, and have been given an assignment and inspiration to write a three-page letter, a fictional story, and more in my books--I should be happy. And now I'm slightly freaked out that personal pep-talks work, but HAPPY! Yay-rah. Guess I should start that three-page letter; and I plan to handwrite it, so I might have to brush up on that (legible is always nice).
and Christy and co. are gone; and it's a pain, but it wasn't too bad this time--it helps that we might see each other again this summer. That's a big "might," though. I'm so glad I saw her, and loved seeing her photos, and it's great that we still all go well together, and it was nice to have an almost clean room for a day. But now I'm regretting not doing something more while she was here, or getting her something, or being more gung-ho and less awkward and giggly in the first few minutes, even though I know that's ridiculous. It's just really harder to be the best friend when you only have one face-to-face in a year, and the rest is in fuzzy phone calls and blind, voice-less emails. And now I want a Facebook; I can't email most of the photos I've taken, and what's the point in snapshots if you can't share with people you know? Christy has a Facebook, and it'd be easier to keep up with her, and it's sort of annoying not really knowing anyone in LiveJournal; and it's a pain that we don't have free gifts or super pokes for easy conversation starters. But I still don't have the nerve to ask my parents; they're nervous enough about me with this LiveJournal account--especially my dad. It's like he's waiting for me to hand out my phone number and home address with x's and o's. Ugh, why am I getting all depressed? I bet Red and Craft consider this aimless emo-babble; and they'd be right. I had fun, I love Christy, we watched Loony Tunes til 2:00 AM, I woke up early (considering), read more Tartarus, and had a delicious breakfast. I had fun hearing all sorts of stories about her past year, and have been given an assignment and inspiration to write a three-page letter, a fictional story, and more in my books--I should be happy. And now I'm slightly freaked out that personal pep-talks work, but HAPPY! Yay-rah. Guess I should start that three-page letter; and I plan to handwrite it, so I might have to brush up on that (legible is always nice).