sooo...
I really need to get on some kind of normal schedule again...yesterday I got three hours of sleep, today I got somewhere around nine...I woke up at around 3 when TJ called and it felt like someone had injected liquid into my eyelids and then glued them shut. I know what you're thinking: "Well, I just LOVE it when -I- wake up like that!", but ya know...I don't. I described it to my dad that it felt like the sandman had done a mexican hat dance on my face. It would also probably help if I weren't talking to a certain person on the phone while he's working graveyard...you know who you are! ah well...it's no big thang...
I feel like lately I've been dorkier than normal...it doesn't help that I've had this major crush on a guy and that I'm starting on a new D&D campaign. The crush thing has been taken care of, largely because it can't be called a crush when the feelings are mutual, now can it? Tee hee. As for the D&D thing, I've been taking notes like a fool to get a definite grip on the magic system, which I have for the most part. At least arcane magic. I'm not sure how different divine magic is, beyond the whole "Divine Focus" vs. "Arcane Material Components" whatnot. Also, there's the very obvious (at least if you play D&D or understand the concepts, otherwise, just ignore a good portion of this) fact that divine magic comes from the gods, whereas arcane comes from elsewhere. I also need to tweak my character a little bit, because there's some things that the race I chose gets that I didn't add on since I'm a dorkus. Other than that, two more characters need to be finished, then the campaign can -really- start! yay! Oi...I just got nerd EVERYWHERE. I'll never be able to get -that- out of the carpet...
Going back to the boy thing...I've had an interest in him for a while now, though I'm not sure exactly how long. I'd told his brother about it, who in turn got drunk and told his sister. Now, I know the brother fairly well, but the sister I know very little about, though I've heard she's notorious for not keeping quiet about things. Anywho, she ended up ratting me out, though I'm not exactly sure when. Either he'd just found out a few days before, or he's excellent at keeping his mouth shut and watching things unfold. When I want to, I can be subtle, but it's not in my nature to be that way, as many of you out in journal land know, especially where feelings are concerned. I swear, I turn into the biggest douche whenever I like a guy, which probably accounts for how few relationships I've had. It's either that, or the fact that I bathe in skunk scent. I just get excited and I try to talk, and I either trip over my words -a lot- or the stupidest shit just comes rocketing out of my mouth. Granted, a lot of this is just self-conscious crap, so I'm pretty sure I don't come off that way. Whatever the case may be, things worked out. I've pretty much said that we need to take things slow and feel 'em out, and he agreed. Though now I'm wondering, what do I call him? Is he still just my friend? Is he my boyfriend? Is there a name for in-between? Or should I just calm the f*ck down and let things happen as they will? hmmm...I think I'll go with that for now. Besides, he's on livejournal and is probably going to read all of this and think A) I'm a spastic, B) I'm a lambsy, or C) I'm a spastic lambsy.
wow, this is more than I've written in quite a while...though I'm getting hungry and I still need to forage for something to do tonight since my pappy has the car for the evening. Oh yeah! on another note: Old Bessie is on her last legs. We're finally going to get rid of that piece of shit car! *does a victory dance* I'm not sure when it's going to go, but it's soon, I think. I kind of wish I could drive it out into the middle of nowhere and blow it up or set it on fire, not for the sake of wanton destruction, but for all the times that it's broken down and stranded me. It was originally supposed to last for a few months, but that fucker lasted a good three years. Sure, there were good times, like rocketing towards the Stonehenge replica at three in the morning so we could watch the sun come up on summer solstice. Though that experience was soured by the jerkface pagans that were using it that morning...it didn't help that one of them rolled up in a hearse and a good portion of them were big burly bikers...it also didn't help that they were worshipping EGYPTIAN gods at a REPLICA of a EUROPEAN landmark. Dicks. Anywho, for any who care, pour one for your homey, the Deathmobile. Sure, it's not dead yet, but it's in a coma and I'm itching to pull the plug on the bitch.
Ok, now I'm -really- going to go forage for food.
I feel like lately I've been dorkier than normal...it doesn't help that I've had this major crush on a guy and that I'm starting on a new D&D campaign. The crush thing has been taken care of, largely because it can't be called a crush when the feelings are mutual, now can it? Tee hee. As for the D&D thing, I've been taking notes like a fool to get a definite grip on the magic system, which I have for the most part. At least arcane magic. I'm not sure how different divine magic is, beyond the whole "Divine Focus" vs. "Arcane Material Components" whatnot. Also, there's the very obvious (at least if you play D&D or understand the concepts, otherwise, just ignore a good portion of this) fact that divine magic comes from the gods, whereas arcane comes from elsewhere. I also need to tweak my character a little bit, because there's some things that the race I chose gets that I didn't add on since I'm a dorkus. Other than that, two more characters need to be finished, then the campaign can -really- start! yay! Oi...I just got nerd EVERYWHERE. I'll never be able to get -that- out of the carpet...
Going back to the boy thing...I've had an interest in him for a while now, though I'm not sure exactly how long. I'd told his brother about it, who in turn got drunk and told his sister. Now, I know the brother fairly well, but the sister I know very little about, though I've heard she's notorious for not keeping quiet about things. Anywho, she ended up ratting me out, though I'm not exactly sure when. Either he'd just found out a few days before, or he's excellent at keeping his mouth shut and watching things unfold. When I want to, I can be subtle, but it's not in my nature to be that way, as many of you out in journal land know, especially where feelings are concerned. I swear, I turn into the biggest douche whenever I like a guy, which probably accounts for how few relationships I've had. It's either that, or the fact that I bathe in skunk scent. I just get excited and I try to talk, and I either trip over my words -a lot- or the stupidest shit just comes rocketing out of my mouth. Granted, a lot of this is just self-conscious crap, so I'm pretty sure I don't come off that way. Whatever the case may be, things worked out. I've pretty much said that we need to take things slow and feel 'em out, and he agreed. Though now I'm wondering, what do I call him? Is he still just my friend? Is he my boyfriend? Is there a name for in-between? Or should I just calm the f*ck down and let things happen as they will? hmmm...I think I'll go with that for now. Besides, he's on livejournal and is probably going to read all of this and think A) I'm a spastic, B) I'm a lambsy, or C) I'm a spastic lambsy.
wow, this is more than I've written in quite a while...though I'm getting hungry and I still need to forage for something to do tonight since my pappy has the car for the evening. Oh yeah! on another note: Old Bessie is on her last legs. We're finally going to get rid of that piece of shit car! *does a victory dance* I'm not sure when it's going to go, but it's soon, I think. I kind of wish I could drive it out into the middle of nowhere and blow it up or set it on fire, not for the sake of wanton destruction, but for all the times that it's broken down and stranded me. It was originally supposed to last for a few months, but that fucker lasted a good three years. Sure, there were good times, like rocketing towards the Stonehenge replica at three in the morning so we could watch the sun come up on summer solstice. Though that experience was soured by the jerkface pagans that were using it that morning...it didn't help that one of them rolled up in a hearse and a good portion of them were big burly bikers...it also didn't help that they were worshipping EGYPTIAN gods at a REPLICA of a EUROPEAN landmark. Dicks. Anywho, for any who care, pour one for your homey, the Deathmobile. Sure, it's not dead yet, but it's in a coma and I'm itching to pull the plug on the bitch.
Ok, now I'm -really- going to go forage for food.