Har
Chillin' at Steve's. Again. Which isn't a bad thing, mind you. I'm not sitting at home by myself playing solitaire for hours and hours. Which is what I do when I'm stuck at home. It's bad when you actually get /good/ at that game. Not that it's exactly hard in the first place, but that's not the point, is it?
So Steve decided he's gonna stop talking to Alicia today. I'm proud of him. Now I've just gotta get myself to do the same, 'cause really, it's better that way. But holy fucking hell, I don't want to. The not having a knife twisted in my heart after every other word she says would be nice. Right? Right. It's just bringing myself to do it that's the hard part. I'm so annoyingly torn. It's the whole, well, I know what I should do and I know what I want to do, now which one am I gonna do? What I /should/ do, goddammit, for once in my fucscking life, kthx.
Hopefully. *twitch* I dun wanna ;_; She's so . . . and . . . . argh.
Anyway. Played a few good games of M:tG eairler. Now Josh is playing Halo, Steve's going to sleep, I think, Pat's passed out on the couch, and Colby's curled up in the big chair. So I figured I'd jump on here and do one of those pointless contentless update things 'cause I can. Bamf.
I'm tired, and I honestly have no idea why. I slept way too late today, and I wasn't up terribly late last night, either. It's confusing. I think I slept too much and an just all blah from lack of stimulation.
Been writing again. Poems, though. I'm trying to write actual substance stuff, and I think I have a few ideas going. I need to sit down and put ideas into writings that I can at least mess with. I'd be happy with a short story about now. I'm sick of tapping out emoangsty bullshit all the time, fuck.
Shit, I never called my grammie on Christmas x.X I /have/ to do that tomorrow. Christ, I am a horrible granddaughter. *stabs self in eye*
Jush's comments when he's playing Live are always amusing. "Yeah, I've got one, you're a faggot"
I think I'm getting an ear infection. From Andrew of all people. Then again, I don't think those things are contagious, are they? Fusck. Either way, my right ear is hurting rather muchly, and it's annoying. So there.
Speaking of Andrew, he took me to see Wolf Creek earlier today. Damn. I'm dissappointed, really. What could have been a decent movie was slow and boring, and then when it finally had potential, it just sort of ended. Crappily, at that. It wasn't even one of those cool bad guy wins things. It was just . . . lame. I give it a negative three. Blah.
So that's the amazing stuff that's been going on in the last day since I posted or whatever. Ain't it great? I think I start working at DC again next week x.X Money, yay! Work, blah! I'm the epitome of lazyness, and yet not. Grrr.
I do get paid tomorrow, though, so that's cool. Rent money and . . . other stuff money. New Year's money, yes! I forgot I need money for that, though I still am not sure what I'm doing. We'll see what pepole are doing, I guess. I hope to God it's better than last year, though.
Why have the last three years, counting this one, around this time, just sucked balls? Three years ago, Scott and I were all fucked and breaking up-ish, last year, I ended up dropping out of college and whitney and I broke up, and this year, alicia and I broke up and everything's fucked between us and it's just blah.
WHY CAN I NOT HAVE ONE YEAR WHERE THERE'S SOMEONE FOR ME TO KISS AT MIDNIGHT? Blargh. Stupid and childish and lame, I know, trust me, but it's still irritating. It's like Valentine's day. It sucks, 'cause I'm dumb and emo-angsty.
I'm almost twenty. I really need to get over this teen angst bullshit. It's so lame. If I could make it go away, I would. But I can't seem to, though I try and don't all at once.
Ok, really, I've been ranting about nothing for far too long, so Imma see if I can mooch some food offa steve or go home or something. *sigh*
Loves.
So Steve decided he's gonna stop talking to Alicia today. I'm proud of him. Now I've just gotta get myself to do the same, 'cause really, it's better that way. But holy fucking hell, I don't want to. The not having a knife twisted in my heart after every other word she says would be nice. Right? Right. It's just bringing myself to do it that's the hard part. I'm so annoyingly torn. It's the whole, well, I know what I should do and I know what I want to do, now which one am I gonna do? What I /should/ do, goddammit, for once in my fucscking life, kthx.
Hopefully. *twitch* I dun wanna ;_; She's so . . . and . . . . argh.
Anyway. Played a few good games of M:tG eairler. Now Josh is playing Halo, Steve's going to sleep, I think, Pat's passed out on the couch, and Colby's curled up in the big chair. So I figured I'd jump on here and do one of those pointless contentless update things 'cause I can. Bamf.
I'm tired, and I honestly have no idea why. I slept way too late today, and I wasn't up terribly late last night, either. It's confusing. I think I slept too much and an just all blah from lack of stimulation.
Been writing again. Poems, though. I'm trying to write actual substance stuff, and I think I have a few ideas going. I need to sit down and put ideas into writings that I can at least mess with. I'd be happy with a short story about now. I'm sick of tapping out emoangsty bullshit all the time, fuck.
Shit, I never called my grammie on Christmas x.X I /have/ to do that tomorrow. Christ, I am a horrible granddaughter. *stabs self in eye*
Jush's comments when he's playing Live are always amusing. "Yeah, I've got one, you're a faggot"
I think I'm getting an ear infection. From Andrew of all people. Then again, I don't think those things are contagious, are they? Fusck. Either way, my right ear is hurting rather muchly, and it's annoying. So there.
Speaking of Andrew, he took me to see Wolf Creek earlier today. Damn. I'm dissappointed, really. What could have been a decent movie was slow and boring, and then when it finally had potential, it just sort of ended. Crappily, at that. It wasn't even one of those cool bad guy wins things. It was just . . . lame. I give it a negative three. Blah.
So that's the amazing stuff that's been going on in the last day since I posted or whatever. Ain't it great? I think I start working at DC again next week x.X Money, yay! Work, blah! I'm the epitome of lazyness, and yet not. Grrr.
I do get paid tomorrow, though, so that's cool. Rent money and . . . other stuff money. New Year's money, yes! I forgot I need money for that, though I still am not sure what I'm doing. We'll see what pepole are doing, I guess. I hope to God it's better than last year, though.
Why have the last three years, counting this one, around this time, just sucked balls? Three years ago, Scott and I were all fucked and breaking up-ish, last year, I ended up dropping out of college and whitney and I broke up, and this year, alicia and I broke up and everything's fucked between us and it's just blah.
WHY CAN I NOT HAVE ONE YEAR WHERE THERE'S SOMEONE FOR ME TO KISS AT MIDNIGHT? Blargh. Stupid and childish and lame, I know, trust me, but it's still irritating. It's like Valentine's day. It sucks, 'cause I'm dumb and emo-angsty.
I'm almost twenty. I really need to get over this teen angst bullshit. It's so lame. If I could make it go away, I would. But I can't seem to, though I try and don't all at once.
Ok, really, I've been ranting about nothing for far too long, so Imma see if I can mooch some food offa steve or go home or something. *sigh*
Loves.