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Just had my last night class. I am so going to miss it. :( Solution: find more things to learn, or do something, anything, productive enough to remind me that I'm still alive. Like I said, January should be good but now? gdi, I should probably start playing a videogame that's more violent than Sims 3, because really.
M's been teaching me to drive lately - that's one good thing. I have been on proper roads without dying, even, though we did get pulled over by a cop once; fortunately he was not an asshole and merely ragged on us for having a dead taglight (which incidentally has been murder to replace), so hey. Driving lessons are v. useful in two completely separate respects: a) they shift my moving-around status from passive to active so make me pick up on things I otherwise wouldn't, from the subtleties of traffic laws to the way the nearby highways knit together, and b) it just plain feels exhilarating, like skating only much less so because nothing is like skating gdi do i ever miss my ice.
I am going to be late sending my father a birthday card; do not have space or money to do anything else and wow am I ever not inclined to pretend to care, and yet I must, if only for the sake of my siblings who actually have to put up with him.
This house is also lately a bit of a warzone. I am kinda glad, tbh, because I hated being the only one who wasn't pretending everything was all nicey-nice. More screaming, less bullshit is fine by me, poss. because I am not the one being screamed at. Justice is served, Nemesis & thorns already lodged in people's flesh, etc. Everything's in the air re. us moving, various other people moving - I guess we'll figure it out soon enough, etc.
I will likely be running the S3 fic/art exchange this year. Yay!
I keep wanting to wander around singing Dar, sit down and let words pour out or both at the same time, which is about as productive as it sounds.
M's been teaching me to drive lately - that's one good thing. I have been on proper roads without dying, even, though we did get pulled over by a cop once; fortunately he was not an asshole and merely ragged on us for having a dead taglight (which incidentally has been murder to replace), so hey. Driving lessons are v. useful in two completely separate respects: a) they shift my moving-around status from passive to active so make me pick up on things I otherwise wouldn't, from the subtleties of traffic laws to the way the nearby highways knit together, and b) it just plain feels exhilarating, like skating only much less so because nothing is like skating gdi do i ever miss my ice.
I am going to be late sending my father a birthday card; do not have space or money to do anything else and wow am I ever not inclined to pretend to care, and yet I must, if only for the sake of my siblings who actually have to put up with him.
This house is also lately a bit of a warzone. I am kinda glad, tbh, because I hated being the only one who wasn't pretending everything was all nicey-nice. More screaming, less bullshit is fine by me, poss. because I am not the one being screamed at. Justice is served, Nemesis & thorns already lodged in people's flesh, etc. Everything's in the air re. us moving, various other people moving - I guess we'll figure it out soon enough, etc.
I will likely be running the S3 fic/art exchange this year. Yay!
I keep wanting to wander around singing Dar, sit down and let words pour out or both at the same time, which is about as productive as it sounds.