But you still don't like to leave, before the end of the movie..
There is no good way to type a scream. Any kind of scream really, anger, horror, despair, frustration. They all just kind of end up looking silly in type. This is rather a shame, because I seem to be doing a fair amount of raging recently, and a good way to type out a scream would come in handy about now.
Right, then. I really feel bad, leaving this blog unposted for so long. Unposted, mind you, not unattended. I have at the moment, 4 separate posts sitting as drafts on my blogger dashboard. It's strange, how the smallest things can throw of a post though. Both the pre-warped tour and post-warped both got killed because I couldn't think of a good name for Sidekick well, too late to go back that far. (Warped tour was okay. Way to whiney for my taste.)
(fast forward to Thursday morning 12:30 AM)
Well, I promised that I would finish this one, so here it is. My move up to MTU draws ever nearer, and my last few days here don't seem to be going very well. Last night was spent designing a new business card for my mother, and the rest of my time seems to be devoted to packing. At least I got to hang out with the Lamprey Crew tonight. I did go to Merna's as well, at about 11 o'clock, although I crashed on her futon as soon as I got there. Merna seems to be a more bitter subject as my move draws near.
In this world, there are three things that instill in me a deep, panicking fear that all but immobilizes me. Long before I discovered my third fear, A doctor told me that I had a panic/anxiety order. Until now, this has not been all that much of a problem.
My fears, in order of discovery are these.
Clowns.
Tanning beds.
And now, not only the most disturbing, but the cause of greater panic attacks than anything I have ever had, and the cause of much anger, frustration, and more than a few hours of lost sleep. Sex.
There, it's out. And honestly, I haven't the heart to say anything more about it tonight.
Right, then. I really feel bad, leaving this blog unposted for so long. Unposted, mind you, not unattended. I have at the moment, 4 separate posts sitting as drafts on my blogger dashboard. It's strange, how the smallest things can throw of a post though. Both the pre-warped tour and post-warped both got killed because I couldn't think of a good name for Sidekick well, too late to go back that far. (Warped tour was okay. Way to whiney for my taste.)
(fast forward to Thursday morning 12:30 AM)
Well, I promised that I would finish this one, so here it is. My move up to MTU draws ever nearer, and my last few days here don't seem to be going very well. Last night was spent designing a new business card for my mother, and the rest of my time seems to be devoted to packing. At least I got to hang out with the Lamprey Crew tonight. I did go to Merna's as well, at about 11 o'clock, although I crashed on her futon as soon as I got there. Merna seems to be a more bitter subject as my move draws near.
In this world, there are three things that instill in me a deep, panicking fear that all but immobilizes me. Long before I discovered my third fear, A doctor told me that I had a panic/anxiety order. Until now, this has not been all that much of a problem.
My fears, in order of discovery are these.
Clowns.
Tanning beds.
And now, not only the most disturbing, but the cause of greater panic attacks than anything I have ever had, and the cause of much anger, frustration, and more than a few hours of lost sleep. Sex.
There, it's out. And honestly, I haven't the heart to say anything more about it tonight.
4:24 AM
Consider yourself bugged.
Go on! top
9:33 PM
My oh my?
Is Merna pressuring you? Did you do it?
Don't do it if you are moving and you feel it will bring you two closer.
Listen to me, I sound like a mother....well I am....just not yours. Sorry.
I'm a little over protective it would appear.
Anyway, these are about to be some of the best years of your life. And clowns and tanning beds can be avoided almost definatly for the rest of your life....however....sex is inevitable. Yes you can prolong it, but not avoid it forever.
Enjoy college and keep up the blogging while you are away. top
10:04 PM
Me oh my indeed.
No, Merna isn't pressuring me to do anything, and no again.
And honestly, if I was being pressured or coerced in any way, I wouldn't be nearly as angry about this. Angry at Merna, yes, but that isn't the case. It's not that sex is something I want to avoid, I just... well, panic. it's the same way with the clowns and tanners. I know in my head that there isn't any real reason to fear, but that didn't stop me from hiding under my bed from my birthday clown when I was seven. Curses.
Although, clowns are pretty freaky... top