It's 10:31 pm and I can't seem to fall asleep.
it's been almost a year since I've updated this blog but I can't seem to find anything else to keep my mind occupied for a while until I get tired.
Shockingly enough, I didn't become a hermit this past year. In fact, I made some of the most solid and reliable friends on this planet. I saw two of my friends become ridiculously happy with each other. I've begun renting a house with the best roommate and I can't wait to move back to Emporia to be with her and all of my friends.
I did, however, realize just how much of a stranger I've become in my own home town. My old friends have quickly disowned me because I refuse to continue spouting off things I don't believe. I might have come off a bit rough to some of them, I'll admit. But refusing to speak to me when my father was having heart surgery and I needed someone close to speak to was a low fucking blow. So please don't complain when I'm "rude" when you want to hang out over Christmas.
(ps. don't call me your friend. you haven't called me a "friend" in years)
My parents are quickly realizing that I'm growing up and getting these weird feelings about people I might actually want to spend the rest of my life with. They really aren't responding well. It's a little disappointing but oh well. $35 buys a marriage certificate in most states.
It's getting harder to stay focused on typing. This isn't a bad thing but just disappointing. A lot has happened this past year and I want to talk more about it but it's hard to talk about things that take you on emotional rollercoasters.
06 June 2012
02 July 2011
This post is very very late.
Usually, if I leave a blog for a few months, I very rarely come back to it. However, I feel like I need to just get a bunch of things off my chest.
I'm not sure when I became some sort of Big Gay Goddess, but I guess it's happened. My wonderful Murray came out to his parents and he's been desperately seeking advice on how to make things easier for his parents to digest. And I have no idea what to tell him. I've tried to comfort him and let him know how brave I think he is. However, he wants to tell the world. He's running on the rush of pride and freedom from guilt and I just don't want him to get hurt. I love him dearly and I would not hesitate to crush anything that threatened him. He wanted help coming out and I did the best I could. I mean, I've only come out as bisexual to a few people and none of them were people whom I thought would have bad reactions (with the exception of Matthew, but I'm pretty sure he just ignores it). I haven't even come out to my parents and I probably never will because fuck them. I won't subject myself to that.
But he's so brave and so excited and I just want to hold him and tell him that the world is a shitty shitty place and the closet is so much safer. And that makes me a horrible person. So I'll just support him in whatever he chooses. Because fuck he's amazing.
In other news and off heavy subject: I'm working working working on my new cosplay for next weekend: A lovely little Magikarp Gijinka. Progress is being detailed here~ I have a feeling it's going to be an awesome costume and a lot of fun to wear. Jeremy and Zack are planning on doing Homestuck cosplays of John and Dave respectfully. Both of them seem pretty excited as well. Kaitlin is just going to go and hang around.
Work is slowly trying to kill me. I didn't get a job working at the YMCA or anything like that so I'm working with my mom out at Don Dye's, the manufacturing plant my mom has worked at for like 18 years now. It's not a bad job. Really, it isn't. It's just long hours on your feet with nothing but a fan and a prayer to keep you cool. And with this 100+ temperatures recently, it's just been miserable. But oh well. Only 5 more weeks and then it's back to school. Hooray.
Right?
- Lonesie
I'm not sure when I became some sort of Big Gay Goddess, but I guess it's happened. My wonderful Murray came out to his parents and he's been desperately seeking advice on how to make things easier for his parents to digest. And I have no idea what to tell him. I've tried to comfort him and let him know how brave I think he is. However, he wants to tell the world. He's running on the rush of pride and freedom from guilt and I just don't want him to get hurt. I love him dearly and I would not hesitate to crush anything that threatened him. He wanted help coming out and I did the best I could. I mean, I've only come out as bisexual to a few people and none of them were people whom I thought would have bad reactions (with the exception of Matthew, but I'm pretty sure he just ignores it). I haven't even come out to my parents and I probably never will because fuck them. I won't subject myself to that.
But he's so brave and so excited and I just want to hold him and tell him that the world is a shitty shitty place and the closet is so much safer. And that makes me a horrible person. So I'll just support him in whatever he chooses. Because fuck he's amazing.
In other news and off heavy subject: I'm working working working on my new cosplay for next weekend: A lovely little Magikarp Gijinka. Progress is being detailed here~ I have a feeling it's going to be an awesome costume and a lot of fun to wear. Jeremy and Zack are planning on doing Homestuck cosplays of John and Dave respectfully. Both of them seem pretty excited as well. Kaitlin is just going to go and hang around.
Work is slowly trying to kill me. I didn't get a job working at the YMCA or anything like that so I'm working with my mom out at Don Dye's, the manufacturing plant my mom has worked at for like 18 years now. It's not a bad job. Really, it isn't. It's just long hours on your feet with nothing but a fan and a prayer to keep you cool. And with this 100+ temperatures recently, it's just been miserable. But oh well. Only 5 more weeks and then it's back to school. Hooray.
Right?
- Lonesie
09 April 2011
This post will be slightly intriguing.
Please disregard that title. This post is mostly just me rambling on about secrets and hidden places.
How many of the 3 or 4 people who actually read my blog had a secret place to hide things? I had a few places where I shoved things I didn't want my mother to snoop through but only two of them are still in use: Under my mattress and in a beat up Fuzzy Poster box.
Under the mattress was the original hiding place. I shoved all of the depressing fan fiction I read back in "the day" (read: when I was 13 and obsessed with suicide.) I hid my journals, silly cards that I would write to boys that paid me the slightest bit attention in middle school, and things like that. I actually lifted up my mattress recently and found pages of the story I was trying to shit out but never got the chance to really ever develop. I sometimes wonder if I had the chance to go back and really work on it, would it be any good? Probably not. It was all about illegal dance clubs ala Dirty Dancing. The climax was going to be an epic gun fight between the Tango dancers and the Strippers. Which I totally thought was going to be awesome. Maybe one day after I've got a solid job I'll try to breathe some new life into that stupid old thing.
The other place mentioned is the Fuzzy Poster box. It was basically a cardboard box and lid covered in a rainforest Fuzzy poster. I'm pretty sure I colored a butterfly on it and then labeled it my "Secret box." That is were I hid all of my Boy's Love and Wicca paraphernalia. Most of it has been liberated from the crumbling box and are now either up at school with me or just chilling around in my room. My mother very rarely goes into my room without me there. It probably just depresses her that I'm not there anymore. I no longer feel like I have to hide my interests or my hobbies from her and so... candles and incense are now strew about my room. If she picked up one of the volumes called "Junjou Romantica", she would be shocked and confused by the men inside. I feel like my room is no longer hiding as many secrets as it used to hold. There are still some papers and magazines hanging about that old box: my first issue of Cosmo, another similar magazine, my program from The King's Singers, old poetry and a few candles.
I have no real secret places up at school. Occasionally, I'll keep things out in my car but that's just so annoying to try and use things. My car is good for keeping things safe and away from me. But my secret places were good for keeping things close yet out of sight.
Maybe next year I'll trust my living quarters enough to have a secret place.
How many of the 3 or 4 people who actually read my blog had a secret place to hide things? I had a few places where I shoved things I didn't want my mother to snoop through but only two of them are still in use: Under my mattress and in a beat up Fuzzy Poster box.
Under the mattress was the original hiding place. I shoved all of the depressing fan fiction I read back in "the day" (read: when I was 13 and obsessed with suicide.) I hid my journals, silly cards that I would write to boys that paid me the slightest bit attention in middle school, and things like that. I actually lifted up my mattress recently and found pages of the story I was trying to shit out but never got the chance to really ever develop. I sometimes wonder if I had the chance to go back and really work on it, would it be any good? Probably not. It was all about illegal dance clubs ala Dirty Dancing. The climax was going to be an epic gun fight between the Tango dancers and the Strippers. Which I totally thought was going to be awesome. Maybe one day after I've got a solid job I'll try to breathe some new life into that stupid old thing.
The other place mentioned is the Fuzzy Poster box. It was basically a cardboard box and lid covered in a rainforest Fuzzy poster. I'm pretty sure I colored a butterfly on it and then labeled it my "Secret box." That is were I hid all of my Boy's Love and Wicca paraphernalia. Most of it has been liberated from the crumbling box and are now either up at school with me or just chilling around in my room. My mother very rarely goes into my room without me there. It probably just depresses her that I'm not there anymore. I no longer feel like I have to hide my interests or my hobbies from her and so... candles and incense are now strew about my room. If she picked up one of the volumes called "Junjou Romantica", she would be shocked and confused by the men inside. I feel like my room is no longer hiding as many secrets as it used to hold. There are still some papers and magazines hanging about that old box: my first issue of Cosmo, another similar magazine, my program from The King's Singers, old poetry and a few candles.
I have no real secret places up at school. Occasionally, I'll keep things out in my car but that's just so annoying to try and use things. My car is good for keeping things safe and away from me. But my secret places were good for keeping things close yet out of sight.
Maybe next year I'll trust my living quarters enough to have a secret place.
04 April 2011
This post is a bit melancholy
Not for any particular reason either. Just the mindset of the creator I guess. Which is strange: I have a perfectly pleasant weekend full of theatre and good food and such. And then it's like as soon as I get back on campus, everything goes straight back to that sluggish disgusting feeling again. Not any one or anything in particular. Just that heaviness of school I guess.
I'm really excited that there are only 4 weeks left of real classes. Then comes dead week and then come finals. I feel really good about my finals this semester. I don't think any of them will be extremely difficult. Then it just turns into the job hunt. I think I have found a job working as a lifeguard at the YMCA in Wichita this summer. I hope so anyway. My phone told me that he called on Wednesday but for some reason didn't let me check the voicemail until Saturday. So I gave him a call today and missed his office hours some how. Hopefully they'll still have a position open. If not, then the hunt continues...
I'm a little nervous about the job though. They said they offer classes to get people to be certified but I don't know if I'm in good enough shape to do that anymore. I suppose the way to fix this would be to go swimming every single night. This would be an awesome plan if I actually could go swimming every night. The only problem is finding someone to go with me. I know I must sound really needy or whiny but I just don't want to go by myself. Who would? There would be no one there to push me and it would just be me trying my hardest to stay focused on something. Good paying job or not, I don't think I could keep up with it if it was just on my own.
Cutting down on the junk food should help. It might encourage me to eat more fruits and veggies and maybe go an exercise once in awhile. Haha. But seriously though: I do miss fresh fruits and vegetables. It's really hard to keep them around. Oh well. Maybe I'll be able to have more of them this summer. Tomatoes are always better in the summer.
I've applied to be a mod for gijinka.tumblr in the hopes of actually finding some decent ones, not just pokemon and TMNT. And fucking Hetalia Axis Powers. :I Maybe I'll be able to find some good ones. Or maybe I'll just suck like I do at everything else haha.
It's almost 6:30 and I should probably eat something. The last time I ate was like 10:30 this morning and my body is getting that terrible sensation like it wants food or something.
I'm really excited that there are only 4 weeks left of real classes. Then comes dead week and then come finals. I feel really good about my finals this semester. I don't think any of them will be extremely difficult. Then it just turns into the job hunt. I think I have found a job working as a lifeguard at the YMCA in Wichita this summer. I hope so anyway. My phone told me that he called on Wednesday but for some reason didn't let me check the voicemail until Saturday. So I gave him a call today and missed his office hours some how. Hopefully they'll still have a position open. If not, then the hunt continues...
I'm a little nervous about the job though. They said they offer classes to get people to be certified but I don't know if I'm in good enough shape to do that anymore. I suppose the way to fix this would be to go swimming every single night. This would be an awesome plan if I actually could go swimming every night. The only problem is finding someone to go with me. I know I must sound really needy or whiny but I just don't want to go by myself. Who would? There would be no one there to push me and it would just be me trying my hardest to stay focused on something. Good paying job or not, I don't think I could keep up with it if it was just on my own.
Cutting down on the junk food should help. It might encourage me to eat more fruits and veggies and maybe go an exercise once in awhile. Haha. But seriously though: I do miss fresh fruits and vegetables. It's really hard to keep them around. Oh well. Maybe I'll be able to have more of them this summer. Tomatoes are always better in the summer.
I've applied to be a mod for gijinka.tumblr in the hopes of actually finding some decent ones, not just pokemon and TMNT. And fucking Hetalia Axis Powers. :I Maybe I'll be able to find some good ones. Or maybe I'll just suck like I do at everything else haha.
It's almost 6:30 and I should probably eat something. The last time I ate was like 10:30 this morning and my body is getting that terrible sensation like it wants food or something.
01 April 2011
This post is an apology.
Because I should update this more often than every month or so. With the my last post being nothing but a huge pic spam of things that make me feel human, I figured I should give you an update on what humanity has actually done for me recently.
This evening (this now being a few days later) I needed to clear my head. I was just going to walk out to my car and sit and read for a bit but I ended up driving to a town called Lebo which is about 17 miles away. It was there that I sat at the playground and read my book in the cold. Before leaving I had texted Matthew, telling him that he should call or text me if he hadn't heard from me in a few hours.
I ended up coming back after about an hour and a half. It was just what I needed: some time out and about. But now I'm back in the grind of things. And I'm not sure how I feel about it. I've only got 11 lines still... but I'm not quite sure if that number will increase or decrease.
This evening (this now being a few days later) I needed to clear my head. I was just going to walk out to my car and sit and read for a bit but I ended up driving to a town called Lebo which is about 17 miles away. It was there that I sat at the playground and read my book in the cold. Before leaving I had texted Matthew, telling him that he should call or text me if he hadn't heard from me in a few hours.
I ended up coming back after about an hour and a half. It was just what I needed: some time out and about. But now I'm back in the grind of things. And I'm not sure how I feel about it. I've only got 11 lines still... but I'm not quite sure if that number will increase or decrease.
05 March 2011
This post is not full of pictures.
I feel like I should post more often. But this can't even keep me very focused. I feel terrible about the last few posts I've made but I know it's wrong of me to edit them. It feel like I should preserve them for some later date. I really don't know if I have a lot to say right now... So I'm just going to post some "A Softer World" strips that have always resonated with me. This includes the newest one (as of March 5th) which just seems like one to save. Maybe in a few more weeks I'll have things figured out.
26 February 2011
This post is somewhat thought provoking.
I just got a message on facebook from my mother. I'll spare you her internet syntax and will paraphrase it for you: She's worried about me. When she thinks of me, she gets warning signs in her head. Now usually I would just brush this off as my mother being paranoid about her baby in college. But the more I sit here and think. the more I wonder if I really am okay. I mean: I'm planning on becoming a hermit next year for Christ's sake. I've got eleven small cuts on the lower half of my body: 6 on the right hip, 4 just above the right knee, and 1 on the left hip. It seems like I'm always tired. I just chalk this up to college most of the time but it's the sort of tired that just never seems to go away. My back and neck are always tense and a little painful. It seems like I'm always cold anymore (even now I'm curled up under a blanket with only my hands out to blog.)
I wish I could say that I was just stressed from college and lack of sleep and such... but I'm really not. I'm almost bored with my classes and therefore aren't taking them as seriously as I should. I mean I've got a speech sometime in the next week or two and I haven't even started researching anything yet. But I know I'll half-ass something at the last minute and do well enough to get a decent grade. I feel like that's what my school work has come down to: I'm bored so I'll do enough to pass. I hate that feeling.
I'm staying at Matthew's this weekend again. I guess the comfort of home is just too good for me to pass up for very long. I know that it's bad of me to stay up so late... but I can't help it. Playing League of Legends helps kind of keep my mind busy and off the fact that I could be sleeping and dreaming and not stuck in the rut I am now.
I still don't understand why I feel like this. I get into these horrible funks and I just can't seem to shake them. They were much worse when I was living at home and fighting with Mom constantly... but those just seemed to be angry and depressed. Now I'm just emotionless. And I really really hate it.
It's 1:38 right now and I am going to go to bed. Maybe when I wake up, I'll feel a little bit better.
- Lonesie
I wish I could say that I was just stressed from college and lack of sleep and such... but I'm really not. I'm almost bored with my classes and therefore aren't taking them as seriously as I should. I mean I've got a speech sometime in the next week or two and I haven't even started researching anything yet. But I know I'll half-ass something at the last minute and do well enough to get a decent grade. I feel like that's what my school work has come down to: I'm bored so I'll do enough to pass. I hate that feeling.
I'm staying at Matthew's this weekend again. I guess the comfort of home is just too good for me to pass up for very long. I know that it's bad of me to stay up so late... but I can't help it. Playing League of Legends helps kind of keep my mind busy and off the fact that I could be sleeping and dreaming and not stuck in the rut I am now.
I still don't understand why I feel like this. I get into these horrible funks and I just can't seem to shake them. They were much worse when I was living at home and fighting with Mom constantly... but those just seemed to be angry and depressed. Now I'm just emotionless. And I really really hate it.
It's 1:38 right now and I am going to go to bed. Maybe when I wake up, I'll feel a little bit better.
- Lonesie
22 February 2011
This post is slightly Late.
So I guess I haven't posted in a week and I do feel guilty. I guess a lot has just kind of prevented me from sitting down and just sorting out my thoughts. Then I decided to say "fuck organization. These people read a blog called 'slightly offensive and highly erotic.' They get what they pay for."
I went to a convention this weekend. It was a blast. I've started hurting myself again. Not a lot but enough to make the difference. Just enough to show myself that I can still bleed a little. I'm going crazy sitting here and waiting for school to be over or at least until Spring Break. I can't wait until I get into my car and just drive and drive and drive away from this place. I don't really know why I started hurting myself again. I'm so stressed about school and the boyfriend with gifts and such. It feels almost good again. He's on the phone again and just rambling like I love him for. but I know it'll be soon when he starts asking about the Valentine's Day gifts. I was so content this weekend that nothing in the world could have brought me down. And then I had to come back to all of this. Passive agressive girls, classes I don't give two fucks about, and most importantly: people whom I hold no sort of respect for anymore. So few people here I still enjoy talking to. It's annoying and a little depressing. I can't wait until I can become a hikikomori next year. Maybe I won't have to deal with this shit anymore. Get my own place. Come out for classes only. Work a little and spend even less.
Should probably end this before I start rambling more. Don't want to post anything incriminating.
I went to a convention this weekend. It was a blast. I've started hurting myself again. Not a lot but enough to make the difference. Just enough to show myself that I can still bleed a little. I'm going crazy sitting here and waiting for school to be over or at least until Spring Break. I can't wait until I get into my car and just drive and drive and drive away from this place. I don't really know why I started hurting myself again. I'm so stressed about school and the boyfriend with gifts and such. It feels almost good again. He's on the phone again and just rambling like I love him for. but I know it'll be soon when he starts asking about the Valentine's Day gifts. I was so content this weekend that nothing in the world could have brought me down. And then I had to come back to all of this. Passive agressive girls, classes I don't give two fucks about, and most importantly: people whom I hold no sort of respect for anymore. So few people here I still enjoy talking to. It's annoying and a little depressing. I can't wait until I can become a hikikomori next year. Maybe I won't have to deal with this shit anymore. Get my own place. Come out for classes only. Work a little and spend even less.
Should probably end this before I start rambling more. Don't want to post anything incriminating.
15 February 2011
I feel kind of guilty
Because I keep promising myself that I'll post more when I say I will. But then I end up watching Panty & Stocking again from start to end. That fucking show. Seriously. <3
But oh well. I've got about 15 minutes until my Biology lab starts up and I'm ready to go. Other than shoes and my jacket and such. But I can grab all that on my way out.
So Valentine's Day was interesting... I managed to get my food stuff sent out but I forgot the cards and such. Lol. Oh well. Looks like I'll have some for next year. Mickey and Minnie are pretty much good no matter when. I got a rose and some chocolate from Matthew's parents which was really nice of them. My mom's gift box should be here about now but since I'm going to class, I figure I'll grab it on my way back up here in a few hours.
I'm glad the weather has cleared up and we actually have a chance to spend all 2 hours in lab and not get any further behind. I was shocked that even though I'd been skipping Biology, I really hadn't missed much. Other than a test but he's already given the make up policy which means I have to take it the week before finals. I can do that. Eh. I guess the class is just kind of dull for me since I remember a lot of what I've already learned. I remember the parts of a cell pretty well. I couldn't tell you what all of them do anymore but I could probably point them out on a chart. Down to about 12 minutes. It only takes about 5-6 minutes to walk to class which is why I'm not too concerned about rushing over there ASAP. Seems a little silly to just haul ass to get there and sit around for a bit.
I'm sure I'll actually post something about my weekend plans or even my recent League of Legends games tonight because I'll be bored as hell. Well at least until Jeremy gets out of class and can call. 3 and a half years bby. It's a little bizarre. But no love life shit, remember?
Well, down to 10 minutes and I still need to put shoes on. So I'll leave before I start gushing~
Will probably post when I get back from class and have opened my Valentine's Day box.
- Lonesie
But oh well. I've got about 15 minutes until my Biology lab starts up and I'm ready to go. Other than shoes and my jacket and such. But I can grab all that on my way out.
So Valentine's Day was interesting... I managed to get my food stuff sent out but I forgot the cards and such. Lol. Oh well. Looks like I'll have some for next year. Mickey and Minnie are pretty much good no matter when. I got a rose and some chocolate from Matthew's parents which was really nice of them. My mom's gift box should be here about now but since I'm going to class, I figure I'll grab it on my way back up here in a few hours.
I'm glad the weather has cleared up and we actually have a chance to spend all 2 hours in lab and not get any further behind. I was shocked that even though I'd been skipping Biology, I really hadn't missed much. Other than a test but he's already given the make up policy which means I have to take it the week before finals. I can do that. Eh. I guess the class is just kind of dull for me since I remember a lot of what I've already learned. I remember the parts of a cell pretty well. I couldn't tell you what all of them do anymore but I could probably point them out on a chart. Down to about 12 minutes. It only takes about 5-6 minutes to walk to class which is why I'm not too concerned about rushing over there ASAP. Seems a little silly to just haul ass to get there and sit around for a bit.
I'm sure I'll actually post something about my weekend plans or even my recent League of Legends games tonight because I'll be bored as hell. Well at least until Jeremy gets out of class and can call. 3 and a half years bby. It's a little bizarre. But no love life shit, remember?
Well, down to 10 minutes and I still need to put shoes on. So I'll leave before I start gushing~
Will probably post when I get back from class and have opened my Valentine's Day box.
- Lonesie
14 February 2011
This post will be BORING.
I missed a post yesterday and I feel a little guilty. So I'll definitely post twice today. I've already got my other post mostly written because it was done in my Public Speaking. I hate that class so much it hurts. But eh. It happens. I don't think this post will be quite as long as the other but this one should have a little bit of background info.
I used to role-play a lot back in "the day." It was how I made friends, enemies, lovers, and more. I had two characters: Lea and Carmen. Carmen never really got off the ground with people (she was a little too cold for people's enjoyment.) Lea, however, was everyone's sweetheart. I can count the number of times she cursed in character on one hand. It seemed like everyone enjoy talking to her and she was even married. But like most sweet optimistic people, a lot of guys just used her. And I agreed to most of the things they suggested because I thought it might "move the plot along." So Lea was pushed out of a window while pregnant, pissed on by the man she was married to after he shocked her into unconsciousness, and gave up her first born child because he "didn't want to deal with it."
There was one good friend of mine, Redd as she will always be remembered, who helped me actually develop Lea's character without abuse. She played a whole slew of Yu-Gi-Oh characters, her favorites being Marik and the Evil Bakura. Lea had developed a bit of an attraction to Touzoku (her Evil Bakura) and he was... happy to indulge her. Many times he would just disappear for long stretches of time (she liked to keep her characters along a single timeline so she wouldn't have to keep up with multiple wives and husbands and such) so Lea was very often left alone.
I guess I just sort of miss those days when I could pull out a character and create something. The longing for something really hit me today in class and I wrote a little more about it than I probably should. Will more than likely post it all later.
- Lonesie
I used to role-play a lot back in "the day." It was how I made friends, enemies, lovers, and more. I had two characters: Lea and Carmen. Carmen never really got off the ground with people (she was a little too cold for people's enjoyment.) Lea, however, was everyone's sweetheart. I can count the number of times she cursed in character on one hand. It seemed like everyone enjoy talking to her and she was even married. But like most sweet optimistic people, a lot of guys just used her. And I agreed to most of the things they suggested because I thought it might "move the plot along." So Lea was pushed out of a window while pregnant, pissed on by the man she was married to after he shocked her into unconsciousness, and gave up her first born child because he "didn't want to deal with it."
There was one good friend of mine, Redd as she will always be remembered, who helped me actually develop Lea's character without abuse. She played a whole slew of Yu-Gi-Oh characters, her favorites being Marik and the Evil Bakura. Lea had developed a bit of an attraction to Touzoku (her Evil Bakura) and he was... happy to indulge her. Many times he would just disappear for long stretches of time (she liked to keep her characters along a single timeline so she wouldn't have to keep up with multiple wives and husbands and such) so Lea was very often left alone.
I guess I just sort of miss those days when I could pull out a character and create something. The longing for something really hit me today in class and I wrote a little more about it than I probably should. Will more than likely post it all later.
- Lonesie
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