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Big shock...
Jun. 16th, 2002 06:41 pmTook the warrior test. I'm a Warden/Retainer. See the look of shock.
Very disappointed. Got back from this weekend and found that my last journal entry hadn't gone through from friday. This irritates me, but whatever. Had deep and philosophical meaning to it too. Was a short exploration on age, and how in the end, age is relative, and we are all ageless.
Sadly, I have not the brain power to recreate it.
Picked up a bow while I was at home. It was a hand-me-down from a guy that Dad knows at work. Abused and mis-kept, it needs a string. While prying the years of grime off I figured out it's fiberglass, stands unstrung about 65" tall (it's friggin' huge,) and found a stamp on it that makes me believe it's a 50lb pull. (This'll do me a fat lot of good.) It's got a few things that make me wonder about it's soundness, but that might just be the nature of the fiberglass... We'll see.
Was a good graduation. Very touching. Had a little get-together afterwards for the relatives. Mum drove me back.
Got back only to discover my antithesis's car in the drive. And then it hit me. Today there was a game in my house that I was supposed to be in, but really don't want to see the campaign re-started. So I'm hiding in my room. Thinking about going for a walk later.
OH YEA! Walking! Still doing that. The car that was supposed to be mine? Nope. Still being used by CarKiller to get to work because, while it's not in good enough shape for me to use, she's got run of it at home. GGGGgggggRRRRrrrrr... Pisses me off. It was supposed to be here, so I could do things that I've already committed to, on the assumption that I would indeed have the car fortold to me, but no. I get the car shaft, again.
So, the Relay for life this friday? Dunno how I"m going to fly there.
The CatHerd and PrettyLady's handfasting? Ditto.
Pyr's Coronation? Pretty much fucked.
This whole thing has me so mad. Don't tell me I'll have a car when I won't, and don't taunt me with it when it does become available. I hate being taunted. I blame the public school system.
*snarl*
Anywho, I'm off to hide in the corner and pray no one in the house asks me to be social.
- K.
Very disappointed. Got back from this weekend and found that my last journal entry hadn't gone through from friday. This irritates me, but whatever. Had deep and philosophical meaning to it too. Was a short exploration on age, and how in the end, age is relative, and we are all ageless.
Sadly, I have not the brain power to recreate it.
Picked up a bow while I was at home. It was a hand-me-down from a guy that Dad knows at work. Abused and mis-kept, it needs a string. While prying the years of grime off I figured out it's fiberglass, stands unstrung about 65" tall (it's friggin' huge,) and found a stamp on it that makes me believe it's a 50lb pull. (This'll do me a fat lot of good.) It's got a few things that make me wonder about it's soundness, but that might just be the nature of the fiberglass... We'll see.
Was a good graduation. Very touching. Had a little get-together afterwards for the relatives. Mum drove me back.
Got back only to discover my antithesis's car in the drive. And then it hit me. Today there was a game in my house that I was supposed to be in, but really don't want to see the campaign re-started. So I'm hiding in my room. Thinking about going for a walk later.
OH YEA! Walking! Still doing that. The car that was supposed to be mine? Nope. Still being used by CarKiller to get to work because, while it's not in good enough shape for me to use, she's got run of it at home. GGGGgggggRRRRrrrrr... Pisses me off. It was supposed to be here, so I could do things that I've already committed to, on the assumption that I would indeed have the car fortold to me, but no. I get the car shaft, again.
So, the Relay for life this friday? Dunno how I"m going to fly there.
The CatHerd and PrettyLady's handfasting? Ditto.
Pyr's Coronation? Pretty much fucked.
This whole thing has me so mad. Don't tell me I'll have a car when I won't, and don't taunt me with it when it does become available. I hate being taunted. I blame the public school system.
*snarl*
Anywho, I'm off to hide in the corner and pray no one in the house asks me to be social.
- K.
