Oddly enough, I'm still alive (barely)
Wow. It's been waaaaaaaaaaay too long. And I've noticed that I say that often, which isn't exactly a good thing. I've been neglecting my duties to the interdet. Bah.
I'm sad. Had to reformat my HD, and now I lack . . . well, everything that I had. Of course, being the idiot that I am, I hadn't backed anything up since I got here. Thusly, goodbye all writing, goodbye all poetry, goodbye all porn and games and save files and story ideas and random babble and quotes and and and aaaah. It's too much ;_; It could be for the better; Goddess knows I cling too much to memories and silly little meaningless things. But there were things that really meant something to me on here, things that cannot ever be replaced.
Serves me right, I suppose.
School is . . . school. Don't know what else to say. It's going well enough, I guess. I've been slacking a little due to stress and lack of motivation. Imma pick it back up and hopefully kick some ass the rest of this semester. Don't I say that every semester? High school, it worked, though. College is a bit different, I've come to find out.
Whitney and I are sort of having problems. She's started work and I've managed to obtain some small semblance of a social life, and it's hard 'cause we don't talk a whole lot anymore. She's been sick, and I've been out, and it's just rough. If we pull through, we pull through. If we don't, then I know not what happens next.
See, I depend too much on people. On emotions. Very dangerous stuff, that. And I trust people too much, and I don't know why. Maybe I've been wrong this whole time and my Truth is singing to me from somewhere else. I'm afraid to go and look for it again, afraid to be comsumed by it. I need to focus on this part of my life, and if I have that Darkness filling my every breath again, I think I might just die.
Heh, that sounds ominous. Maybe because I'm in an ominouse mood. I'm lonely and somewhat sad and I know it's almost midnight, but I really wish I could go do something or hang out with someone. Adan's prolly in bed; he's got a long day tomorrow and he had a somewhat bad night. Blah. Re-installed AIM, no one's on there, either. *sigh* Guess I'll sit here and pretend I'm special, as if I have anything better to do . . .
Though I must say, this weekend was fucking awesome. Cori was out to Madison, and I was hanging with Adan and some of his friends on Peet 4th all weekend. Was awesome. Partied quite muchly. Met a badass guy. All in all, 'twas crazy and rather good.
Oy. And I've noticed LJ has re-done things again. It's actually rather nice, more compact. Oh, goody.
Baka. Imma go, I guess. Maybe something interesting will happen. As if.
I'm sad. Had to reformat my HD, and now I lack . . . well, everything that I had. Of course, being the idiot that I am, I hadn't backed anything up since I got here. Thusly, goodbye all writing, goodbye all poetry, goodbye all porn and games and save files and story ideas and random babble and quotes and and and aaaah. It's too much ;_; It could be for the better; Goddess knows I cling too much to memories and silly little meaningless things. But there were things that really meant something to me on here, things that cannot ever be replaced.
Serves me right, I suppose.
School is . . . school. Don't know what else to say. It's going well enough, I guess. I've been slacking a little due to stress and lack of motivation. Imma pick it back up and hopefully kick some ass the rest of this semester. Don't I say that every semester? High school, it worked, though. College is a bit different, I've come to find out.
Whitney and I are sort of having problems. She's started work and I've managed to obtain some small semblance of a social life, and it's hard 'cause we don't talk a whole lot anymore. She's been sick, and I've been out, and it's just rough. If we pull through, we pull through. If we don't, then I know not what happens next.
See, I depend too much on people. On emotions. Very dangerous stuff, that. And I trust people too much, and I don't know why. Maybe I've been wrong this whole time and my Truth is singing to me from somewhere else. I'm afraid to go and look for it again, afraid to be comsumed by it. I need to focus on this part of my life, and if I have that Darkness filling my every breath again, I think I might just die.
Heh, that sounds ominous. Maybe because I'm in an ominouse mood. I'm lonely and somewhat sad and I know it's almost midnight, but I really wish I could go do something or hang out with someone. Adan's prolly in bed; he's got a long day tomorrow and he had a somewhat bad night. Blah. Re-installed AIM, no one's on there, either. *sigh* Guess I'll sit here and pretend I'm special, as if I have anything better to do . . .
Though I must say, this weekend was fucking awesome. Cori was out to Madison, and I was hanging with Adan and some of his friends on Peet 4th all weekend. Was awesome. Partied quite muchly. Met a badass guy. All in all, 'twas crazy and rather good.
Oy. And I've noticed LJ has re-done things again. It's actually rather nice, more compact. Oh, goody.
Baka. Imma go, I guess. Maybe something interesting will happen. As if.