GDI.
Hello Livejournal, it's been a while!
I'm just writing because I need to complain. And as I'm pretty sure every user gets about three posts where they can bitch unreservedly and not be judged, I'd like to make one now. Here's the story.
My LARP group was recently invited to paritcipate in a weekend quest with the local Alliance chapter. I wasn't planning on going, because even though I love LARP, I just don't have the time right now to go to PA and disregard school for a weekend. Among the people who went was my roommate, so since my room was going to be empty this weekend I was going to use the solitude to record podfics (I'm in the middle of Boden's Mate RN, and I just got permission to record The Weight of Water. I am ecstatic). I was wicked excited.
Enter Wednesday night. Our club had a night quest in the woods, and since woods at night freak me out like nothing else, I elected to be the person who stayed behind at the starting point and watched over the belongings, also RPing with anyone who also didn't want to go in the woods. No one stayed behind, so I worked on an essay for my lit class (about Alexander Pushkin, if anyone's interested). And it was really frickin' cold. I don't know if any of you have ever been to New York, specifically Binghamton, but the weather is not particularly kind. It gets wicked cold wicked early, and while I generally like the cold, it was the opposite of fun that night. After the quest, my hands were hardly usable and it took a good ten minutes for the blood to return to one of my fingers. I had been a little sniffly earlier in the week, so my one thought was "Well damn, that was dumb. I should not have done that."
Thursday morning, I didn't go to any of my classes because I felt gross. Later that evening, my friends came over and we played D&D until one in the morning, then they all slept over. It was the best.
Friday morning, and we went off to IHOP for breakfast and Target for necessities, and I knew something was awry. Helping my roomate get ready, I felt worse and worse. When she confirmed that I did in fact have a fever, I knew that this weekend was not going to be fun. I took a nap at 4 PM when she left, and didn't wake back up until eleven, missing several messages from someone I really should be talking to, and now my voice sounds icky so I can't record anything.
So here I am, sick abed, and pissed off at a lot of things. At the fact that it feels like I'm on fire, at the fact that I was too dumb to sit in someone's car that night, at the fact that I'm by myself (in case you haven't noticed, I'm something of an attention/sympathy whore), the fact that this, combined with my laziness, is cutting me off from friendships that I'd really like to make and ones I want to keep. at a lot of things.
I'm gonna go back to sleep before I say anything else dumb. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors.
I'm just writing because I need to complain. And as I'm pretty sure every user gets about three posts where they can bitch unreservedly and not be judged, I'd like to make one now. Here's the story.
My LARP group was recently invited to paritcipate in a weekend quest with the local Alliance chapter. I wasn't planning on going, because even though I love LARP, I just don't have the time right now to go to PA and disregard school for a weekend. Among the people who went was my roommate, so since my room was going to be empty this weekend I was going to use the solitude to record podfics (I'm in the middle of Boden's Mate RN, and I just got permission to record The Weight of Water. I am ecstatic). I was wicked excited.
Enter Wednesday night. Our club had a night quest in the woods, and since woods at night freak me out like nothing else, I elected to be the person who stayed behind at the starting point and watched over the belongings, also RPing with anyone who also didn't want to go in the woods. No one stayed behind, so I worked on an essay for my lit class (about Alexander Pushkin, if anyone's interested). And it was really frickin' cold. I don't know if any of you have ever been to New York, specifically Binghamton, but the weather is not particularly kind. It gets wicked cold wicked early, and while I generally like the cold, it was the opposite of fun that night. After the quest, my hands were hardly usable and it took a good ten minutes for the blood to return to one of my fingers. I had been a little sniffly earlier in the week, so my one thought was "Well damn, that was dumb. I should not have done that."
Thursday morning, I didn't go to any of my classes because I felt gross. Later that evening, my friends came over and we played D&D until one in the morning, then they all slept over. It was the best.
Friday morning, and we went off to IHOP for breakfast and Target for necessities, and I knew something was awry. Helping my roomate get ready, I felt worse and worse. When she confirmed that I did in fact have a fever, I knew that this weekend was not going to be fun. I took a nap at 4 PM when she left, and didn't wake back up until eleven, missing several messages from someone I really should be talking to, and now my voice sounds icky so I can't record anything.
So here I am, sick abed, and pissed off at a lot of things. At the fact that it feels like I'm on fire, at the fact that I was too dumb to sit in someone's car that night, at the fact that I'm by myself (in case you haven't noticed, I'm something of an attention/sympathy whore), the fact that this, combined with my laziness, is cutting me off from friendships that I'd really like to make and ones I want to keep. at a lot of things.
I'm gonna go back to sleep before I say anything else dumb. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors.