Oct 10, 2007 09:55
I'm 21. I feel like I haven't done anything with my life, and I never will. 21 seems so old, like I should know by now what I'm going to do. I know that's wrong and that I'm being stupid, but I hate being aimless, not living for anything or anyone.
I'm still living with Kendra, we moved into a new apartment, which all in all is fantastic, except for our retarded neighbors.
I met a new friend at work a few months ago, Lindsey. She's pretty much...me. It's creepy sometimes and weirds me out. We play Lara Croft: Tomb Raider on a regular basis, it sucks you into it's crazy mixed up world and you can't get out until many hours later. I had a dream about Raptors coming to get me, but I had to get the shotgun shells and the large medipack but this fucking Raptor won't die!! Oh GOD! OH GOD!...oh wait...I'm not actually Lara Croft...WHEW!
I'm a nerd I know.
Lindsey and I were discussing all of our beloved childhood games the other day. She brought out her Party Mania which is basically the best game I've ever played in my whole entire life. It's got a game board and a VHS. You put the VHS in and two boys (Max and Luke) explain the game to you and tell you that all in all you're trying to get the party, "The whole class is going!" And that they both really want you to come, "Maybe we can dance or something." OK!!! *giggles and bats eyelashes at TV screen* Then it's a race against the clock!!! You have to finish all your chores (because of course your mom decided to have a dinner party on the same night as the big party!) and get all your "Get Ready Tokens" and be on the front porch by 6:00pm. The only thing is...there are always interruptions, like Aunt Franny making you take 2 more Chore Cards, or your idiot brother and father making a mess and making you take 3 Chore Cards. A call from mom is always welcome, just incase you get stuck practicing the piano or doing homework... Pure Genius.
Then of course we reminisced about Oregon Trail, and I told her about when Trixie and I played at school once. "John (who was it again? I can't remember Trix) died of dyptheria. He was fat and nobody liked him."
AWESOME!!!
Ok...that's a lot to read so I'll stop here.
Love you all.
BYEEEEE!