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Hello and salutations Livejournal. This is why I never kept a diary. I fail at keeping people updated.
Anyway, School is school, mom is mom, deborah is deborah and life is life and thats really the extent of it. I'm offically 27 years old.
It really kind of sucks.
In my never-ending quest for adulthood, I have found that while one can be considered an adult..you might not ever feel like one. I have discovered that being 27 is only different from 17 in one way: the number 10.
Honestly, how is it I can feel no more mature than I did 10 years ago? I mean...I think I am...I compare myself to my sister..and she drives me up the everloving wall with some of the things that come flying out of her mouth. But are we so different?
I dont know. Maybe.
Anyway...the bright shiny spot in my life currently, between family, work, school and more work...is the bi-weekly chance I have to gather up a group of people and DM a D&D campaign. Its lovely, mostly drama-free and we have a great time.
Don't judge me. I could be smoking crack.
I am content with my identity. Nerd. Geek.....(Nerdette? Geektress?) ..anyway. The girl at the trekkie conventions, the girl dressed up in rennfaire garb every weekend of the Faire. The girl DMing epic level campaigns. (Screw you..you paladin duo. Next time I pull out a Illitilich I won't dumb it down worrying that it'll kill YOU...this natural 20 shits gotta go.)
This is me. Who I am. Can you imagine me as a mom? As a grandmother? What kind of example will I be if I can't -grow up-?
What if this is growing up? Would it be such a bad thing if it was? What if I wind up being the grandmother who entertains their grandchildren, not with stale candy and bingo..but by hosting tabletop games? Would THAT be a bad thing?
Nerd out.
Anyway, School is school, mom is mom, deborah is deborah and life is life and thats really the extent of it. I'm offically 27 years old.
It really kind of sucks.
In my never-ending quest for adulthood, I have found that while one can be considered an adult..you might not ever feel like one. I have discovered that being 27 is only different from 17 in one way: the number 10.
Honestly, how is it I can feel no more mature than I did 10 years ago? I mean...I think I am...I compare myself to my sister..and she drives me up the everloving wall with some of the things that come flying out of her mouth. But are we so different?
I dont know. Maybe.
Anyway...the bright shiny spot in my life currently, between family, work, school and more work...is the bi-weekly chance I have to gather up a group of people and DM a D&D campaign. Its lovely, mostly drama-free and we have a great time.
Don't judge me. I could be smoking crack.
I am content with my identity. Nerd. Geek.....(Nerdette? Geektress?) ..anyway. The girl at the trekkie conventions, the girl dressed up in rennfaire garb every weekend of the Faire. The girl DMing epic level campaigns. (Screw you..you paladin duo. Next time I pull out a Illitilich I won't dumb it down worrying that it'll kill YOU...this natural 20 shits gotta go.)
This is me. Who I am. Can you imagine me as a mom? As a grandmother? What kind of example will I be if I can't -grow up-?
What if this is growing up? Would it be such a bad thing if it was? What if I wind up being the grandmother who entertains their grandchildren, not with stale candy and bingo..but by hosting tabletop games? Would THAT be a bad thing?
Nerd out.