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Mon, Jul. 12th, 2004, 09:36 pm
Better call the waaaahmbulance!

I had a horrible weekend. I was drafted into playing taxi for a friend I haven't seen in months — we hardly got to talk at all during the day — so he could go to a LAN party where I was reminded why I don't do that LAN-computer-geek-gamer stuff. After, I got to get ridiculed because I didn't know where the house of somebody I don't care for was. I didn't get to anything fun the whole weekend, my dear ol' dad and I are about to start screaming at one another for a few different reasons, I have to do never-ending yard-work in unbearable un-Alaskan heat, and I don't think I'm going to have enough money as-is to pay for college. Since Saturday, I've been assaulted by and reminded of all the feelings of insecurity, doubt, worthlessness, helplessness, inferiority, and primal fear from high school. Finally, I have this horrible nagging feeling of loneliness —

“That sounds like a case of the MONDAYS!

* Waaaaaaahmbulance screeches to a stop! *

Me: Oh, finally! I've gone into Young Angst, my chronic Artist Inferiority Syndrome has flared up, and my Single Loser Disease has spread into my brain!

Paramedic: Dear God! Administer a “Quit whining!”, STAT!

STAT: A-okay!

Mon, Jul. 12th, 2004 11:53 pm (UTC)

Lost as a driver, LAN-bored, family shouting, and a case of rebuilt despair. No mention of suicide, so it's not that bad. The AIS is nasty-looking, and the SLD leaves him no-one to lean on. That's some nasty stuff to happen to you, hoborg.

Somebody needs a hu-, no, three hugs. And a trip to the Seattle area. And needs to be made the center of attention to crack that cruel shell of normal life that's encrusted itself. And this week's winning lottery ticket.

Come to think about it, I'll want that prize-pack myself. C'mon, Hollywood Squares, you and me, let's go!

Tue, Jul. 13th, 2004 09:53 pm (UTC)
masstreble: Roooooam around the wooooorld~

It's offers like that that make me wish I wasn't poor! XD