Tethers of Technology.

It's sad that people are so used to all this instant gratification, instant entertainment bullshit that no one knows how to do anything for themselves anymore. No one knows how to use their imagination, some people don't even know how to make simple foods. We're used to tv, and movies, and frozen dinners, and microwave this, and toaster oven that. If we were to remove the simple conveniences of the world, some people wouldn't even survive a day. It's insane. We expect tv to tell us what to watch, and when. Shut it off, and we don't know what to do with ourselves. We need to be told how to constantly entertain ourselves. We can't sit still. We are the ADD generation. "What are we doing now?" "Are we going somewhere?" "I'm so bored." Honestly, people. It's pathetic.

Ugh. That's another thing that disgusts me. Tiffany just called me from upstairs to ask if she could use my laptop. Like, I could hear her voice coming from upstairs and over the phone. What the hell.

The Waiting Game.

I'm beginning to come to terms with the fact that I will spend an absolutely disgusting amount of time just waiting for Kyle. I wait for him every night, just to talk to him for ten minutes to say good night. I wait for every Sunday evening when I can actually talk to him for an hour or two. I wait for the time his father finally accepts the fact that I'm not just going to disappear, and allows me to see him. I wait for college, when he'll hopefully be out here, so maybe I can see him more often. Even then, I'll wait for the weekends, when maybe we'll both have some time off from school and work and get to go out somewhere. Unless, of course, he ends up in Japan like he wants to. In which case, I will spend six years alone. Six years a world away from the one I love, the time difference and busy schedules making it nearly impossible to have a real time conversation. I'll only be able to afford to visit maybe once a year, maybe less than that. Then after that, when he comes back, if he comes back, he'll have a job, and hobbies, and friends. And so will I. And I will wait. I'll be just like Lita, spending all her time waiting for Wataru in the clearing not too far from their shelter. All she ever does is wait. And he's always far away, off doing Gaia knows what. She's perfectly willing to wait. I'm perfectly willing to wait. But he'd better make it worth it.

Now that I've mentioned Lita, I suppose I should explain who she is. My roleplay character. Oh, yes, I can get nerdier. Her full name is Litajial Sirena Yukara. A full-blooded wolf demon. Maiden name, Gunsiero. Married to Wataru Yukara as of December 16^th, last year. If you're wondering, Wataru is Kyle. It's where we met. Yes, that makes us both nerds and losers. Yes, I am in an online relationship with a guy half a country away. Yes, I am crazy. No, he's not a 40 year old pedophile. Yes, I can explain to you how I can be in love with someone I've never seen, but you wouldn't understand anyway. Because I too once believed that you could never fall in love with someone over the internet, and then it happened. And, honestly, I could give two shits about what anyone has to say about it. I'm happier than I've ever been, and that's what matters. Any other questions? No? Good.

On a slightly less hostile note: Today is national Kiss a Vegan/Hug a Vegetarian day. I have yet to receive any hugs. Boo that.

Another Third Period.

Haven't you missed me? I know you haven't. Don't lie. After two days of intense migraines that had me stuffed head first between the couch cushions for hours on end, I'm back in school. I still have my migraine, but I'm back. The break was nice, regardless. I know that I'm going to be busy as heck through November, so the day off is always appreciated, even if I want to smash my skull open.

Being the loser that I am, I've starting thinking of who to cosplay at Anime Boston in March. I'm thinking Rangiku Matsumoto [BLEACH], and everyone else seems to agree. So, unless I find someone better, Rangiku it is. Her costume should be simple enough. Black robe, pink sash, white belt and bow. I'll probably just go without the sword, rather than have to be checked in by security. I'm strangely excited for this, as nerdy as that sounds. It's just another chance to act, to produce a character that is not myself. I should cos every day. Today, Andrea. Tomorrow, who knows? Someone new. Naw. People think I'm insane enough as it is. I should probably refrain from proving them right.

Ah, hey, that reminds me. I finally talked to James yesterday. That's right, after two full months of being completely ignored, he didn't hang up on me when I called. I'm beyond ecstatic. I've missed him like crazy, as asinine as that may seem after all he's done. Regardless, I care about him, and he promised to always be my friend. I really thought I'd lost him. But, I don't know, I guess it was just one of those things. I'm still not sure if I can trust him. I mean, I want to, but he's broken my trust before. Besides, he only seemed sincerely sorry half the time, the other half it just seemed like I was a complete bother... It's just nice to know he's breathing.

My headache has faded significantly since I've been in school. Maybe it's finally going away. Or maybe there's a gas leak in my house. Gaia knows. I feel rather calm now, though. I've regained my tolerance of idiots. The boys next to me aren't bothering me at all, now. I was just so tense before. Maybe I'm okay now. I hope so. I haven't been entirely in control of myself for like the past two weeks. It's been bugging me.

I feel like this class just won't go by. Twenty minutes left. I'm totally hating this weather. Ninety degrees in late September? Is this one hell of an Indian summer, or is global warming the cause? The seasons are most certainly shifting. Summer's pushing into autumn which is pushing into spring which is pushing into summer. But, maybe they're not pushing. Maybe it's time for the seasons to shift into a new place. All the same length, but in different months than we're used to. Or, maybe it's just global warming. Maybe.

Well, I'm gonna finish up and post so that I'm not in mid-sentence when the bell rings. That's not for another seven or so minutes, but, y'know. Just hate being rushed to finish something.

Arachnophobia.

Did you know that at any given time there is almost always a spider within 6 feet of you?

Unless, of course, you're located in an exceptionally cold climate.

Sinner's Luck.

• Luxuria.
• Gula.
• Avaritia.
• Acedia.
• Ira.
• Invidia.
• Superbia.

What would life be without you, Sins?
Would I not be like everyone else, so pure and plain?

It is my sins that make me who I am, and keep me wary.

Control. Control. Control.

Oh, joy of joys. Another third period game creation class. It seems that I've lost my two buddies. One transferred out of the class, the other moved to Florida. Oh well. I accomplish more without the distraction of other obnoxious humans. Regardless, I'm absolutely bored. I finished all the work required for the first term of this class last week. I'm stuck here on the internet from hell. I'd say seventy-five percent of the sites are blocked. Puh. Simplistic game creation. Basically, every thing's done for you. Disgusting that half the people have yet to even complete the tutorial. To top it off, just two computers away is a line of immature, abhorrent, arrogant boys that are currently walking drunkenly on the thin line that keeps me from skinning them all alive. And that's being nice, for me. Sheesh.I need to remind myself to throw a pair of headphones in my bag so I can listen to music during this class. Anything to keep those jackasses off my conscious radar. Only twenty-five more minutes of this. Let's hope my tolerance holds up that long. It will. It always has. As much as I'd like to just let myself at them, I have control.

Okay, new subject as to distract myself. Let's see. Well --Oh my Gaia. If they don't quit with those aggravating soundboards-- No, no. Must keep control. Right. Anyway, as I was saying... I lost my train of thought. Hell, I don't even remember if there was a train of thought in the first place. Oh well. I'll just think of something else... If only I could think. Once again, I find myself with nothing interesting to say, this time due to the fact that Cretin, Imbecile, and Dolt won't knock it off. Honestly, how many times do you have to hear Homer say, "Someone broke the toilet" before it's not longer humorous, and merely annoying?

Ha. How the mighty have fallen. Imbecile just spazzed because of a large spider on his mouse pad. Too bad he killed the poor thing, it didn't even realize what justice it had done.

Aye, thank Gaia. There's the bell.

It Begins.

I sit here at the computer that's placed in the corner of my living room, watching over my two younger cousins, mindlessly pressing series of buttons, causing their friendly cartoon characters to beat each other senseless. I have a headache, and a low tolerance for the whining that rings back and forth between the two boys. I don't know where their sister is, nor do I remotely care. I know she's not in danger, that's all that matters. If she was, she'd be hollering up a storm. Girl has quite a pair of lungs on her.

Ugh. I'm sort of regretting all that dancing last night. I knew, of course, that I'd be paying for it in the morning. Yet, I chose not to heed my own warning, and spent the night on the floor anyway. My back is just a rock of tensed muscles, aching with every move. Damn you, vile chest. How your great caliber brings me constant pain in varying degrees. I abhor the screeching in my ears that comes paired with the words, "I wish I had your boobs." Oh, no. No, you don't. They're nothing but trouble, and they're clearly not worth any of it. I won't even get into the details. Be happy with your B^'s and C^'s, ladies, because G^'s just aren't fun.

What else to say. I've nothing interesting to convey at the moment. Oh well.