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So Falcon is being car-sat over in Leominster now. I have no desire to replace more tires.
Fuzzy tired. No ambition tired. I have some ambition being waved at me (thanks, Bleys,) but it's a half-hearted attempt I make. Which is better than no attempt, I suppose.
Called Mom to talk about things. Mom came through with info that would have been helpful had I know it yesterday, but does nothing but makes me feel like a guilty idiot today. *grumblewhateversigh*
Have to call back International Ed tomorrow. They left a message on my voicemail. Very Nervous.
Had to tell Mother basically that fuck the political climate, if they'll take me, I'm going to bloody Ireland in January, no matter what international pranks our frat boy president gets himself into.
Started thinking about wants tonight. As in, what do I want? Why do I want it? You know, silly introverted things that one thinks of after certain periods of time.
And you know, this list is awfully short.
I want a quiet place with a comfortable bed. I want a quiet job with a comfortable income. I want someone I can be loud or quiet with, and just be myself around. I want someone I can trust, and a hand on my back. I want a dog. Or a cat. Or any four-legger at this point. I think sometimes Raoul wonders how I can just sit and watch the cats.
But wants and needs are not much alike. And being a nice person doesn't make going to sleep lonely any easier at night.
Just musings. I should probably get a me a full spectrum lightbulb pretty soon, or this journal's going to really interesting.
- K.
Fuzzy tired. No ambition tired. I have some ambition being waved at me (thanks, Bleys,) but it's a half-hearted attempt I make. Which is better than no attempt, I suppose.
Called Mom to talk about things. Mom came through with info that would have been helpful had I know it yesterday, but does nothing but makes me feel like a guilty idiot today. *grumblewhateversigh*
Have to call back International Ed tomorrow. They left a message on my voicemail. Very Nervous.
Had to tell Mother basically that fuck the political climate, if they'll take me, I'm going to bloody Ireland in January, no matter what international pranks our frat boy president gets himself into.
Started thinking about wants tonight. As in, what do I want? Why do I want it? You know, silly introverted things that one thinks of after certain periods of time.
And you know, this list is awfully short.
I want a quiet place with a comfortable bed. I want a quiet job with a comfortable income. I want someone I can be loud or quiet with, and just be myself around. I want someone I can trust, and a hand on my back. I want a dog. Or a cat. Or any four-legger at this point. I think sometimes Raoul wonders how I can just sit and watch the cats.
But wants and needs are not much alike. And being a nice person doesn't make going to sleep lonely any easier at night.
Just musings. I should probably get a me a full spectrum lightbulb pretty soon, or this journal's going to really interesting.
- K.
