2002-12-26 6:47 p.m.
D. is not here. I'm not really sure where he is. I'm reasonably sure he'll come back eventually, though.
So, how bout that Christmas, huh?? Mine was fairly decent, thanks. I scored many shiny things, and D. got almost all the movies I'd asked for for him. It kind of sucks, because the one thing he really wanted was a Playstation Online connector thing. I didn't even mention this to anyone else, because I figured I could be the one who made his Xmas perfect. Then, well, there were money issues. Money sucks. I realize that this isn't a major newsflash for any of you. But I'm going to say it again anyway. MONEY SUCKS.
Actually, I guess money is pretty cool. It can be exchanged for goods and services. The problem is, I just don't have enough of it.
OK. Going to talk about something else now.
My yesterday started at 6am. D., for reasons not entirely clear to me, got up when I did. Then, at 7pm, he had to go take a nap. Wuss. I never get enough sleep. You don't see me going off and having naps all the time, do you?? Hee.
I finally finished my Xmas shopping today. Don't look at me like that. The last thing I needed was for my cousin, at a party that's not even happening till Saturday. That's actually pretty clever of me. I asked off from the restaurant for this. That means, my Saturday will start at maybe 10ish, instead of 6. That means, maybe, just maybe, I won't be completely useless by say 8pm at the LARP. (I can stay more or less vertical on no sleep. Thinking and stuff is another matter entirely.)
I'm like imagining myself just amazing everyone with my mental powers and allaround niftyness this weekend. There will be no "Aw, crap. Reacting to that would require a lot of effort. I can not deal with that right now. Maybe I didn't even see it. No one saw me see it. I'll just sort of slip off this way instead." I do that a lot. But I won't do it this weekend. People will say things, and I'll have responses. I'll know offhand how many traits I have, and maybe even how to use them. I won't have to always stop and try to remember if rock beats paper, or vice versa. I will be, finally, the naughty vampire god I always knew I could be.
Or, maybe I really am a moron. I'll find out on Saturday.
It's an interesting thing, this writing in WordPad. When (If??) I get back online again, I'll have like 20 entries to post. I have no illusions. No one is actually going to sit down and read a month's worth of my babble. It's one thing to take five minutes and read one entry. I know for a fact that I'm simply not interesting enough for someone to want to devote an hour or so to getting caught up.
It's kind of like not having an audience at all. I can say anything, secure in the knowledge that no one will bother to read this far back. It's very liberating. ALL TAUS SUCK ASS! AND I HATE THE LARPERS TOO! I'M NOT TOO FOND OF ANYONE, AS A MATTER OF FACT!
Of course, that's assuming that the reader starts at the first entry he sees posted, and reads backwards. I know that when I'm trying to get into a new journal, I go back at least a month, and read them in order. There are far less continuity issues that way. This is only the 3rd "lost" entry. Maybe they're not bored yet. UM, I WASN'T TALKING ABOUT YOU UP THERE. IT'S ALL THOSE OTHER BASTARDS. UNLESS THEY'RE FRIENDS OF YOURS, OF COURSE. I LOVE ALL YOU GUYS. YES. YES I DO.