nancytribe
Dear Lord, am I ever bored with all of this.
I guess it's a lot better than going back to The Stuffy Types, I doubt they'd pass up the chance to take me back to The Mothership if they thought they could get away with it. Just on the basis that an eighteen year old girl had the audacity to defy them. Then again, I'm twenty now. Legally, they couldn't do it, and for that I'm thankful.
I'll take keeping my normal life over what they wanted to do with me, thank you very much.
Well, at least, I would if my life wasn't so boring. I don't even know what I want to do with it yet, damned if I'm going to be a bloody cop, thank you. I know I used to have dreams of what I was going to be when I was younger, but occupations like 'Ballerina' and 'Ninja' and 'Cowgirl' are a tad out, don't you think?
And there I go again, with the British talking. Three years here, and I've been infected. That's what they do you know. They infect you. With the slang, and the culture, and the clothes, and next thing you know you're cussing out some moron in British as well as American slang because he had the nerve to knock your books out of your hands when he ran into you, and thereby trashing the book that fell into a puddle, and then call it your fault.
Then again... they sort of still say the same thing about Americans, don't they?
Whatever.
At any rate, I've got no clue what I'm doing with my life right now, and saying it irks me is something of an understatement. I talked to Sam recently, he's still in Barcelona for a few more months. He says if he's near London again, he'll pay a visit to see how I'm doing. I told him I was thinking about getting out of college since I'm relatively directionless. He told me if I left, he'd come after me and drag me back into the school himself, re-enroll me, and chain me to a desk for my last two years so I'll graduate. I said I'd kick his sorry ass if he tried, and he said that I wouldn't see him coming.
Sam's relatively harmless, but right then he really wasn't joking. We're both runaways in our own right, however grown up we both are. Neither one of us has spoken to our parents, and neither one of us wants to. Personally I still hate my father, and even though Sam won't admit to it, I know he does too. He wants me to make it, like he's doing on his own time. He wants me to have it better, and I understand that.
But when I get bored, bad things always happen. Weird things. Last time I was this bored, I ran into a nest of vampires completely by accident, had to take on all of them myself. Now that was interesting. At least I can safely say I learned the value of 'be careful what you wish for', for the most part. I was hurting for weeks afterward, and barely made it out with my skin. The supernatural seems to keep creeping back into my life, which is completely inane.
I mean honestly, there's enough slayers running around, so what if one doesn't want to take up the gauntlet? Let another girl be a hero, for God's sake. Agh, my head hurts now. I'm going to go find a decent club I can get into, see if I can make things more interesting. All this thinking too much when it doesn't involve schoolwork makes my head hurt.
I guess it's a lot better than going back to The Stuffy Types, I doubt they'd pass up the chance to take me back to The Mothership if they thought they could get away with it. Just on the basis that an eighteen year old girl had the audacity to defy them. Then again, I'm twenty now. Legally, they couldn't do it, and for that I'm thankful.
I'll take keeping my normal life over what they wanted to do with me, thank you very much.
Well, at least, I would if my life wasn't so boring. I don't even know what I want to do with it yet, damned if I'm going to be a bloody cop, thank you. I know I used to have dreams of what I was going to be when I was younger, but occupations like 'Ballerina' and 'Ninja' and 'Cowgirl' are a tad out, don't you think?
And there I go again, with the British talking. Three years here, and I've been infected. That's what they do you know. They infect you. With the slang, and the culture, and the clothes, and next thing you know you're cussing out some moron in British as well as American slang because he had the nerve to knock your books out of your hands when he ran into you, and thereby trashing the book that fell into a puddle, and then call it your fault.
Then again... they sort of still say the same thing about Americans, don't they?
Whatever.
At any rate, I've got no clue what I'm doing with my life right now, and saying it irks me is something of an understatement. I talked to Sam recently, he's still in Barcelona for a few more months. He says if he's near London again, he'll pay a visit to see how I'm doing. I told him I was thinking about getting out of college since I'm relatively directionless. He told me if I left, he'd come after me and drag me back into the school himself, re-enroll me, and chain me to a desk for my last two years so I'll graduate. I said I'd kick his sorry ass if he tried, and he said that I wouldn't see him coming.
Sam's relatively harmless, but right then he really wasn't joking. We're both runaways in our own right, however grown up we both are. Neither one of us has spoken to our parents, and neither one of us wants to. Personally I still hate my father, and even though Sam won't admit to it, I know he does too. He wants me to make it, like he's doing on his own time. He wants me to have it better, and I understand that.
But when I get bored, bad things always happen. Weird things. Last time I was this bored, I ran into a nest of vampires completely by accident, had to take on all of them myself. Now that was interesting. At least I can safely say I learned the value of 'be careful what you wish for', for the most part. I was hurting for weeks afterward, and barely made it out with my skin. The supernatural seems to keep creeping back into my life, which is completely inane.
I mean honestly, there's enough slayers running around, so what if one doesn't want to take up the gauntlet? Let another girl be a hero, for God's sake. Agh, my head hurts now. I'm going to go find a decent club I can get into, see if I can make things more interesting. All this thinking too much when it doesn't involve schoolwork makes my head hurt.