HTML Tags, Otakon, and a long update that's overly comforting.
And so~! The decently large write up the past week or so begins.
Last Sunday, we decided that our cell phones are utterly and totally crappy. I know speaking on the part of myself, and most likely, my father as well, they've suffered a nice amount of dropping and all around general abuse. In my case, I've thown it at the wall during more than one occasion when I was in a less-than-great mood. (Thus, if you ever look behind my door, there's a dent or two covered by my book shelf. Har.) Due to the whole fact that my mother seems to find me to be responcible now, and I'm doing little-to-nothing for my "Sweet Sixteen", I was allowed to get the (really nice and non-bulky) phone. Uh, day passed, and we did some shopping and things of the like. I remember coming home and attempting to sketch, but it was really futile and nothing was coming out right. Which is one of the things that leads to me being overly-passive agressive and not saying anything. Aha.
My social like, overall, has been rreduced to almost rubble, now that Franky has a job. My mother was nice enough to ask around to see if I could find any volunteer work and / or jobs. This upcoming week, I have to go and see if this one place is still excepting volunteers. So I'm not going to get paid, but it really does give me something to do. Which is better than sleeping excess hours with school around a month or so away.
I think nothing happened on Tuesday, other than talking to my Uncle on the phone, and a few other people. As much as I enjoy talking to people online and on the phone, it's nice to see people every once and a while, too. As in, get out of the house. Which is becoming a rarity in itself. Which should give you a nice idea that I'm getting antsy about going back to school. Hey, the sooner that's over, the sooner I'm out of Lindenhurst and I can move on with my life, ne~?
I'm getting more and more unsure about what I'd like to do. I can say that personally, I'm convinced that I have mediocore artistic talent, and that I'd never be happy drawing as a job. I can barely get gift art done by deadlines. Hell, I barely get anything done by deadlines. "Procrastination" is a primary word in my vocabulary. I'm pretty "eh" with graphic design. It makes me happy, sure, but my style with everything borders on overly generic, and I don't think I would ever break out in the market. I don't know. I could never teach, either, because I have little to no patience when it comes to people who aren't willing to listen. You know what? Somebody slap me the next time I go off on a huge rant or rambling about the future. Thinking too far ahead is never a good thing, because it almost always places a jinx on something you're really looking foward to.
Wednesday~! I went to Franky's, and she helped dye my hair. It came out really nice and soft. (Thank-you, Franky. ;3 As I've told you, there's no way to screw up black hair dye.) I got a call from my Uncle saying that he had to bail out on Otakon for the weekend, because he had to work. Pretty much needless to say, I was upset and moped for the remainer of the day. (The term "Wow, you need a hug. And possibly some anti-depressants" comes to mind.) And no, I wasn't upset about not being able to go to a con, I was upset over the fact that whenever I have plans that I'm decently looking foward to, things become utterly and totally screwed up. I admit that I have little to no luck. Ever. Few things that I plan ever really work out. ^^; That, or maybe all of the plans that I make just aren't meant to work out for whatever reason. I'd kind of like to think the latter of those two, though. Later that night, my father said that we were going, but only for Saturday. Well. That cheered me up quite a bit.
Thusday was, by many measures, horrible. My mother found out that my camera broke, and that lead to a nice amount of screaming and name calling. (For those of you that didn't know, circa two weeks ago I found out that my [decently new] camera was broken. This lead to an OMGWTFDOIDO? set of moments that resulted with being on the phone with Sony, crying and almost vomiting when I found out how much money the repairs are going to cost. Yes, look at me, I'm so emo because my camera is broken. Keep in mind, the parts of the camera are covered under my limited warentee, but not labor.) This lead to running to the camera store a few towns over in hopes that we could get a reprint of the receipt from them. Apparently, my mother threw out anything to do with the camera a number of months ago when the rebate was sent in. Whoops. Moving on. We were able to get a reprint of that receipt, but repair itself is going to take five to ten buisiness days PLUS the time it takes to ship the camera to Texas. And to be one hundred and ten percent honest, I have no idea how it broke. The repair guy at the store took a look at it, and he said there were no signs of impact or water damage, and added in that it's very strange to see a broken LCD screen without any cracks whatsoever on the outside of the camera. Just bleh~. The whole thing was embarassing, and I feel extremely guilty from keeping the whole thing from my mother. But, either way, I was going to get screamed it. I hate loose / loose situations. Later that night, I had to go to the dermotologist. On the plus side, they had Bravo on in the waiting room and one of my favourite episodes of The West Wing was on. There wasn't anything to read, either, which is one of the few things that make me look foward to seeing a doctor. I'll get to read things that I'm too indifferent towards to actually buy. Believe it or not, everything there went really quickly. We figure out that the huge problem I have, welt-like things that have an obnoxiously long technical name, are stress triggered. Go. Figure. Thus~! I'm on a campaign to learn how to calm the hell down and not get upset over little things. That, and apparently, I have dry skin. I've been told to take five minute "warm to cool" showers and use soap for sensitive skin. There you go on that one? I couldn't sleep, and I caught most of "Flowers in the Attic" on television. Bleh~.
After going to sleep at some strange hour in the morning, I woke up at one-ish in the afternoon and realized that I had little to nothing complete, in reference to my Rinoa duster. Oops. That, and I had mass amounts of cleaning to do. (Actually, I have some more of that to do once I finish writing this whole thing up~.) I made sure all my chores for the next two days were (decently) done, and then ran off to get my hair done at four. I like the angles and everything, but it's too short. Following that, I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off to find a silver ring and a.. better fitting tank top. Following which, I swear that this little boy was stalking me after he CONTINIOUSLY whistled at me. His mother seemed to think this whole thing was amusing. I still, honestly, don't know how I should find the whole thing flattering. Came home after that, and started the horrible rush to finish my duster. It was put together pretty half assed, and I got really fusterated when it came to putting the arm warmers together. I almost decided to wear my Alice in Wonderland dress instead. But. Eleven thirty at night. I gave it another go. With some assitance, I finished them up even though they still had to be slightly held together with saftey pins.
WELL. We got up later than we supposed to, but I can assure you quite well that it was a number of hours before the crack of dawn. The plan was to be up and out by four thirty, but we didn't get out of New York until almost an hour and a half later than that. This trip, though, has sealed my utter and total hate for the New Jersey turnpike and people that drive like morons on it. Other than a few idiots, the drive down was really smooth. I think, maybe, at most, I got an hour or so of sleep on the way down. So woo~! Considering the sleep defecit, I was feeling pretty good when we got there.
..until I saw the at-con reg line. Hole. Ee. Crap. Long. Not to say that it didn't go well, but it was just.. really long. Kudos to the guy who was standing near the window trying to entertain us. It was just horrible to stand out there in the obnoxious humidity. It's not that we got there to be on the line late: where were there around nineish so.. I have no idea. I don't think we go in there until something like ten thirty.
I missed the Art panel that I wanted to go to, but Steve left me a voice mail and I wound up meeting up with him at the fountains. Walked around for a while, met other people, had my picture taken a handful of times my decently creepy old(er) men, and (breifly) saw Cocoa in the Artist Alley. Watched part of the AMV contest, but got (really) cold. That, and I think that my fidgeting around looking for my phone slightly annoyed the Fuu sitting next to me.
WITH THAT.. I met up with Sara, and we had a generally good time. The guy in the Karaoke Room singing "Sakura Saku" frightened me a bit, but the free water was nice. Soon after, I had to go to lunch with my parents. I got somewhat lost on the way there, because I had an idea of where I was going, but not quite because my father gave me crappy directions. ahahar. Ate the only thing on the menu minus crab at the restaurant my cousin works at, and got pretty sick to my stomach afterwards.
Following that, I went back with my parents to the Dealer's Room to hit up whatever it was that I wanted to buy, which wound up being Gothic and Lolita Bible (Vol. 8), a really cute Nyanko cell phone strap, a new (read: cute and cheap) drawstring bag, and the last of the Otakon hoodies.
Not to far after that, I met up with Sara again, and we hung out more and took more pictures. The Artist Alley was really nice, and I'd consider getting a table myself in the event that the quality of my art were to severely improve and I had somebody to split it with. The Gaming Room had a lack of signifigant air circulation, and I didn't really find it all the pleasant to be in.
Add in a lot more walking, along with running into some very nice and polite cosplayers, and that sums up the rest of my afternoon.
No, btw, I was not one of the cool kids, and I did not go to see L'Arc~en~Ciel. Though, I give credit to everybody who waited in that line. I salute you, and hope that you had a wonderful time at the concert.
To sum up for those who didn't feel like reading it: I had a much better time than I did last year, and I'm very much looking foward to spending the whole weekend there next year.
The ride home wasn't all that bad, but again, stupid drivers in mass amounts seem to come out at odd hours. We finally got home close to or a little bit after midnight, and I spent a nice amount of time talking to Hokotu-chan before I went to bed at an unreasonable hour, considering I have to start getting ready for school again in the next few weeks.
Yesterday, a nice percentage of my father's side of the family came over for a late lunch before they went back to Florida. I haven't seen this specific part of my family somewhere in the area of five plus years, so it was extremely akward to see how much they've changed. I didn't really talk to him, but I did fall down the stairs on the deck outside carrying paper plates. I don't know if it was because I'm a klutz, or if I was just tired. One of the two. Standing and making food felt strange, because I could swear that I was being stared at the entire time. Two of my cousins stayed in their car the entire time, because one claimed to be sick and his little brother said the same thing (as far as I know). Oh, whatever. If I have to be out there, feeling like utter crud from lack of sleep on top of a really sour stomach, it's only fair that they had to do so as well. After two or three hours, everybody cleared out and all was quiet again on the home front. So, in other words, yesterday wasn't especially eventful.
At this point, I'd also like to thank Sharon for making me feel all the more better about being extremely discreet about my sexuality. Thank-you, Sharon, because those were some really horrible mental images.
I swear I had one of the weirdest dreams I've had in a while last night.
I was at Franky's House, but it seemed a lot bigger than usual. I was in the back yard with her family and Eva, and we were cleaning out the pools. There were three of them. I walk up onto the deck for one of them, and take one of those huge next things that are attacked to a pole, and start to clean it out. I feel somebody hug me from behind, and it must be IMAGINARYBOYFRIEND™. Why? For the simple fact that he kissed me as soong as I turned around. What he looked like, I have no idea. I do remember talking to him, and talking about how I can't swim, and that I'd die if I fell in. He made a comment about how funny that would be, but he would miss me afterwards, and he wouldn't be getting any insurance money anyway. He walked off to wherever, and I started cleaning the pool again.
A little while later, I finish up, and I go to tell Franky and Eva that I'm done and we can finally go out to the store. We go, get into a car, Eva drives, and we get there. It's a HUGE store, with stained glass windows, and all sorts of people inside. We get there and IMAGINARYBOYFRIEND™ is waiting at the door, and gives me a huge hug. Well, oops, because as soon as I let go, being utterly observant, I notice there's blood on his shirt. Neither of us know where it's coming from, but it's on his shoulders. I pull the shirt over and look, but there's no wound. He must have the same observation skills as I do, because looking to the ground, he pointed out that there was blood dripping on the ground. There where holes in my wrists. Not very large ones, but ones maybe the size of the tip of a marker. He tears the sleeves of his shirt, and ties them around my wrists, maybe to stop the bleeding..? He then proceeds to say that he'll be right back, and wanders off in the opposite direction.
I go back to Franky and Eva at this point, and they tell me that I have to go to see a doctor. We walk farther into this huge building, that's very dark, and I guess reminded me of a really old church. There was little to no light, but a lot of candles. The stores inside were seperated in the manner of a mall. Walking along, I go, and trip over a randomly places lanten in the floor. The problem at this point is that something must have happened to my leg, because I can't get up. Eva and Franky wound up pulling me along until we got to a doctor that (literally) seemed to appear out of no where. The doctor picks me up, and carries me into this room that's completely white. Suprise, suprise. IMAGINARYBOYFRIEND™ is sitting next to the table that I was placed on, and asks how I'm going. At that point, I have no idea why, but he taked the top of my arm, and drags me out of the office into the parking lot, where we stop and question this man who has a list of names on the back of his car. I stop to look at the list, and see my name on top. I ask what it's for, and the man in the car says something about some sort of organization wanting to get rid of something or the other. IMAGINARYBOYFRIEND™ walks back to me, grabs me arm again, and drags me along, explaining how I really shouldn't listen to crazy people, because it's going to get to me one day.
We start walking again, and I complain that I'm getting tired. I'm told, for the most part, to suck it up because we're almost where we have to go.
..and this point, I think I got freaked out, and I woke up.
OTHER THAN THAT, I have a lot of things that I've been thinking about and debating. It's kind of unsettling to confront some things head on and ask questions pretaining to them, but I really have to open my mouth sometime to find out what's going on and why, and where things are going to go. ..woohoo. I hate having to ask questions about things, because it feels especially strange bringing them up to people who just might not want to hear them. That, and what if I make them angry? I hate that entire feeling. blehh.
I spent maybe the last hour or so talking to Eva, and playing checkers. Fun~! I can't wait until she gets back from Poland because there's a lot to fill her in on.
..I think I'm done. D:
Last Sunday, we decided that our cell phones are utterly and totally crappy. I know speaking on the part of myself, and most likely, my father as well, they've suffered a nice amount of dropping and all around general abuse. In my case, I've thown it at the wall during more than one occasion when I was in a less-than-great mood. (Thus, if you ever look behind my door, there's a dent or two covered by my book shelf. Har.) Due to the whole fact that my mother seems to find me to be responcible now, and I'm doing little-to-nothing for my "Sweet Sixteen", I was allowed to get the (really nice and non-bulky) phone. Uh, day passed, and we did some shopping and things of the like. I remember coming home and attempting to sketch, but it was really futile and nothing was coming out right. Which is one of the things that leads to me being overly-passive agressive and not saying anything. Aha.
My social like, overall, has been rreduced to almost rubble, now that Franky has a job. My mother was nice enough to ask around to see if I could find any volunteer work and / or jobs. This upcoming week, I have to go and see if this one place is still excepting volunteers. So I'm not going to get paid, but it really does give me something to do. Which is better than sleeping excess hours with school around a month or so away.
I think nothing happened on Tuesday, other than talking to my Uncle on the phone, and a few other people. As much as I enjoy talking to people online and on the phone, it's nice to see people every once and a while, too. As in, get out of the house. Which is becoming a rarity in itself. Which should give you a nice idea that I'm getting antsy about going back to school. Hey, the sooner that's over, the sooner I'm out of Lindenhurst and I can move on with my life, ne~?
I'm getting more and more unsure about what I'd like to do. I can say that personally, I'm convinced that I have mediocore artistic talent, and that I'd never be happy drawing as a job. I can barely get gift art done by deadlines. Hell, I barely get anything done by deadlines. "Procrastination" is a primary word in my vocabulary. I'm pretty "eh" with graphic design. It makes me happy, sure, but my style with everything borders on overly generic, and I don't think I would ever break out in the market. I don't know. I could never teach, either, because I have little to no patience when it comes to people who aren't willing to listen. You know what? Somebody slap me the next time I go off on a huge rant or rambling about the future. Thinking too far ahead is never a good thing, because it almost always places a jinx on something you're really looking foward to.
Wednesday~! I went to Franky's, and she helped dye my hair. It came out really nice and soft. (Thank-you, Franky. ;3 As I've told you, there's no way to screw up black hair dye.) I got a call from my Uncle saying that he had to bail out on Otakon for the weekend, because he had to work. Pretty much needless to say, I was upset and moped for the remainer of the day. (The term "Wow, you need a hug. And possibly some anti-depressants" comes to mind.) And no, I wasn't upset about not being able to go to a con, I was upset over the fact that whenever I have plans that I'm decently looking foward to, things become utterly and totally screwed up. I admit that I have little to no luck. Ever. Few things that I plan ever really work out. ^^; That, or maybe all of the plans that I make just aren't meant to work out for whatever reason. I'd kind of like to think the latter of those two, though. Later that night, my father said that we were going, but only for Saturday. Well. That cheered me up quite a bit.
Thusday was, by many measures, horrible. My mother found out that my camera broke, and that lead to a nice amount of screaming and name calling. (For those of you that didn't know, circa two weeks ago I found out that my [decently new] camera was broken. This lead to an OMGWTFDOIDO? set of moments that resulted with being on the phone with Sony, crying and almost vomiting when I found out how much money the repairs are going to cost. Yes, look at me, I'm so emo because my camera is broken. Keep in mind, the parts of the camera are covered under my limited warentee, but not labor.) This lead to running to the camera store a few towns over in hopes that we could get a reprint of the receipt from them. Apparently, my mother threw out anything to do with the camera a number of months ago when the rebate was sent in. Whoops. Moving on. We were able to get a reprint of that receipt, but repair itself is going to take five to ten buisiness days PLUS the time it takes to ship the camera to Texas. And to be one hundred and ten percent honest, I have no idea how it broke. The repair guy at the store took a look at it, and he said there were no signs of impact or water damage, and added in that it's very strange to see a broken LCD screen without any cracks whatsoever on the outside of the camera. Just bleh~. The whole thing was embarassing, and I feel extremely guilty from keeping the whole thing from my mother. But, either way, I was going to get screamed it. I hate loose / loose situations. Later that night, I had to go to the dermotologist. On the plus side, they had Bravo on in the waiting room and one of my favourite episodes of The West Wing was on. There wasn't anything to read, either, which is one of the few things that make me look foward to seeing a doctor. I'll get to read things that I'm too indifferent towards to actually buy. Believe it or not, everything there went really quickly. We figure out that the huge problem I have, welt-like things that have an obnoxiously long technical name, are stress triggered. Go. Figure. Thus~! I'm on a campaign to learn how to calm the hell down and not get upset over little things. That, and apparently, I have dry skin. I've been told to take five minute "warm to cool" showers and use soap for sensitive skin. There you go on that one? I couldn't sleep, and I caught most of "Flowers in the Attic" on television. Bleh~.
After going to sleep at some strange hour in the morning, I woke up at one-ish in the afternoon and realized that I had little to nothing complete, in reference to my Rinoa duster. Oops. That, and I had mass amounts of cleaning to do. (Actually, I have some more of that to do once I finish writing this whole thing up~.) I made sure all my chores for the next two days were (decently) done, and then ran off to get my hair done at four. I like the angles and everything, but it's too short. Following that, I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off to find a silver ring and a.. better fitting tank top. Following which, I swear that this little boy was stalking me after he CONTINIOUSLY whistled at me. His mother seemed to think this whole thing was amusing. I still, honestly, don't know how I should find the whole thing flattering. Came home after that, and started the horrible rush to finish my duster. It was put together pretty half assed, and I got really fusterated when it came to putting the arm warmers together. I almost decided to wear my Alice in Wonderland dress instead. But. Eleven thirty at night. I gave it another go. With some assitance, I finished them up even though they still had to be slightly held together with saftey pins.
WELL. We got up later than we supposed to, but I can assure you quite well that it was a number of hours before the crack of dawn. The plan was to be up and out by four thirty, but we didn't get out of New York until almost an hour and a half later than that. This trip, though, has sealed my utter and total hate for the New Jersey turnpike and people that drive like morons on it. Other than a few idiots, the drive down was really smooth. I think, maybe, at most, I got an hour or so of sleep on the way down. So woo~! Considering the sleep defecit, I was feeling pretty good when we got there.
..until I saw the at-con reg line. Hole. Ee. Crap. Long. Not to say that it didn't go well, but it was just.. really long. Kudos to the guy who was standing near the window trying to entertain us. It was just horrible to stand out there in the obnoxious humidity. It's not that we got there to be on the line late: where were there around nineish so.. I have no idea. I don't think we go in there until something like ten thirty.
I missed the Art panel that I wanted to go to, but Steve left me a voice mail and I wound up meeting up with him at the fountains. Walked around for a while, met other people, had my picture taken a handful of times my decently creepy old(er) men, and (breifly) saw Cocoa in the Artist Alley. Watched part of the AMV contest, but got (really) cold. That, and I think that my fidgeting around looking for my phone slightly annoyed the Fuu sitting next to me.
WITH THAT.. I met up with Sara, and we had a generally good time. The guy in the Karaoke Room singing "Sakura Saku" frightened me a bit, but the free water was nice. Soon after, I had to go to lunch with my parents. I got somewhat lost on the way there, because I had an idea of where I was going, but not quite because my father gave me crappy directions. ahahar. Ate the only thing on the menu minus crab at the restaurant my cousin works at, and got pretty sick to my stomach afterwards.
Following that, I went back with my parents to the Dealer's Room to hit up whatever it was that I wanted to buy, which wound up being Gothic and Lolita Bible (Vol. 8), a really cute Nyanko cell phone strap, a new (read: cute and cheap) drawstring bag, and the last of the Otakon hoodies.
Not to far after that, I met up with Sara again, and we hung out more and took more pictures. The Artist Alley was really nice, and I'd consider getting a table myself in the event that the quality of my art were to severely improve and I had somebody to split it with. The Gaming Room had a lack of signifigant air circulation, and I didn't really find it all the pleasant to be in.
Add in a lot more walking, along with running into some very nice and polite cosplayers, and that sums up the rest of my afternoon.
No, btw, I was not one of the cool kids, and I did not go to see L'Arc~en~Ciel. Though, I give credit to everybody who waited in that line. I salute you, and hope that you had a wonderful time at the concert.
To sum up for those who didn't feel like reading it: I had a much better time than I did last year, and I'm very much looking foward to spending the whole weekend there next year.
The ride home wasn't all that bad, but again, stupid drivers in mass amounts seem to come out at odd hours. We finally got home close to or a little bit after midnight, and I spent a nice amount of time talking to Hokotu-chan before I went to bed at an unreasonable hour, considering I have to start getting ready for school again in the next few weeks.
Yesterday, a nice percentage of my father's side of the family came over for a late lunch before they went back to Florida. I haven't seen this specific part of my family somewhere in the area of five plus years, so it was extremely akward to see how much they've changed. I didn't really talk to him, but I did fall down the stairs on the deck outside carrying paper plates. I don't know if it was because I'm a klutz, or if I was just tired. One of the two. Standing and making food felt strange, because I could swear that I was being stared at the entire time. Two of my cousins stayed in their car the entire time, because one claimed to be sick and his little brother said the same thing (as far as I know). Oh, whatever. If I have to be out there, feeling like utter crud from lack of sleep on top of a really sour stomach, it's only fair that they had to do so as well. After two or three hours, everybody cleared out and all was quiet again on the home front. So, in other words, yesterday wasn't especially eventful.
At this point, I'd also like to thank Sharon for making me feel all the more better about being extremely discreet about my sexuality. Thank-you, Sharon, because those were some really horrible mental images.
I swear I had one of the weirdest dreams I've had in a while last night.
I was at Franky's House, but it seemed a lot bigger than usual. I was in the back yard with her family and Eva, and we were cleaning out the pools. There were three of them. I walk up onto the deck for one of them, and take one of those huge next things that are attacked to a pole, and start to clean it out. I feel somebody hug me from behind, and it must be IMAGINARYBOYFRIEND™. Why? For the simple fact that he kissed me as soong as I turned around. What he looked like, I have no idea. I do remember talking to him, and talking about how I can't swim, and that I'd die if I fell in. He made a comment about how funny that would be, but he would miss me afterwards, and he wouldn't be getting any insurance money anyway. He walked off to wherever, and I started cleaning the pool again.
A little while later, I finish up, and I go to tell Franky and Eva that I'm done and we can finally go out to the store. We go, get into a car, Eva drives, and we get there. It's a HUGE store, with stained glass windows, and all sorts of people inside. We get there and IMAGINARYBOYFRIEND™ is waiting at the door, and gives me a huge hug. Well, oops, because as soon as I let go, being utterly observant, I notice there's blood on his shirt. Neither of us know where it's coming from, but it's on his shoulders. I pull the shirt over and look, but there's no wound. He must have the same observation skills as I do, because looking to the ground, he pointed out that there was blood dripping on the ground. There where holes in my wrists. Not very large ones, but ones maybe the size of the tip of a marker. He tears the sleeves of his shirt, and ties them around my wrists, maybe to stop the bleeding..? He then proceeds to say that he'll be right back, and wanders off in the opposite direction.
I go back to Franky and Eva at this point, and they tell me that I have to go to see a doctor. We walk farther into this huge building, that's very dark, and I guess reminded me of a really old church. There was little to no light, but a lot of candles. The stores inside were seperated in the manner of a mall. Walking along, I go, and trip over a randomly places lanten in the floor. The problem at this point is that something must have happened to my leg, because I can't get up. Eva and Franky wound up pulling me along until we got to a doctor that (literally) seemed to appear out of no where. The doctor picks me up, and carries me into this room that's completely white. Suprise, suprise. IMAGINARYBOYFRIEND™ is sitting next to the table that I was placed on, and asks how I'm going. At that point, I have no idea why, but he taked the top of my arm, and drags me out of the office into the parking lot, where we stop and question this man who has a list of names on the back of his car. I stop to look at the list, and see my name on top. I ask what it's for, and the man in the car says something about some sort of organization wanting to get rid of something or the other. IMAGINARYBOYFRIEND™ walks back to me, grabs me arm again, and drags me along, explaining how I really shouldn't listen to crazy people, because it's going to get to me one day.
We start walking again, and I complain that I'm getting tired. I'm told, for the most part, to suck it up because we're almost where we have to go.
..and this point, I think I got freaked out, and I woke up.
OTHER THAN THAT, I have a lot of things that I've been thinking about and debating. It's kind of unsettling to confront some things head on and ask questions pretaining to them, but I really have to open my mouth sometime to find out what's going on and why, and where things are going to go. ..woohoo. I hate having to ask questions about things, because it feels especially strange bringing them up to people who just might not want to hear them. That, and what if I make them angry? I hate that entire feeling. blehh.
I spent maybe the last hour or so talking to Eva, and playing checkers. Fun~! I can't wait until she gets back from Poland because there's a lot to fill her in on.
..I think I'm done. D: