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Tuesday, 30 November 2004 00:43I think my body is trying to tell me something.
Get out of MCLA.
I come to this conclusion because for the second or third time now, I've woken up and developed a back pain that gets progressively worse throught the day, and by the end of the night, it's to the point where I can't sit down or stand without feeling incredible pain. I can't blame it on my sleep, since it seems to happen on Mondays, and it only lasts the day. The next day, I'm fine again. Other clues relating to my body have become warning signs that I really need to get out of here, such as the fact that all this crap stemming from money, MCLA, and my roomie have given me dark circles under my eyes, bags, and I look worn and tired. I normally don't look like that unless I've had no sleep for a long time. Going home seems better and more viable with each passing day.
Today was what I call a "pity day." I told my friends and people at work about how I'll have to go home since I can't afford it, and I got a lot of "that sucks, bummer, I'm sorry, etc, etc." And while I know that they do feel sorry for me, and wish for me to be in a better situation, I found myself annoyed--I don't want pity or sympathy. I want closure, solutions, resolve. Even though my mind is made up, and that I am going home, part of me is still hoping for a miracle--for if I'm gonna stay in MCLA for the rest of the year, that's what needs to happen...a miracle. However, I'm not expecting one. Anyway, when I woke at 11, did my essay for my Modern World class, then went into town because I felt in a mood for Jack's. So, had some nice grease, then came back here and went to class. Afterwards, off to work, and it was work-like. It closed early tonight, at 10, and I got back, and chatted with April online, had a shower, and am chatting with her again.
Now that my Dino Crisis 2 novel is completed, I want to send it out to beta readers to see what they think. I'm looking for beta readers who'll read the story for syntax, plot coherence, content, etc. If you want to seriously be a beta reader for my story, then leave me a comment saying so, and I'll send the story to you.
Also, I began thinking about an idea for my next story, and a novelization of the game Eternal Darkness: Sanity's Requiem is screaming at me. Oh, well. For now, I'll retire to my video games.
Nighty night, all.
Get out of MCLA.
I come to this conclusion because for the second or third time now, I've woken up and developed a back pain that gets progressively worse throught the day, and by the end of the night, it's to the point where I can't sit down or stand without feeling incredible pain. I can't blame it on my sleep, since it seems to happen on Mondays, and it only lasts the day. The next day, I'm fine again. Other clues relating to my body have become warning signs that I really need to get out of here, such as the fact that all this crap stemming from money, MCLA, and my roomie have given me dark circles under my eyes, bags, and I look worn and tired. I normally don't look like that unless I've had no sleep for a long time. Going home seems better and more viable with each passing day.
Today was what I call a "pity day." I told my friends and people at work about how I'll have to go home since I can't afford it, and I got a lot of "that sucks, bummer, I'm sorry, etc, etc." And while I know that they do feel sorry for me, and wish for me to be in a better situation, I found myself annoyed--I don't want pity or sympathy. I want closure, solutions, resolve. Even though my mind is made up, and that I am going home, part of me is still hoping for a miracle--for if I'm gonna stay in MCLA for the rest of the year, that's what needs to happen...a miracle. However, I'm not expecting one. Anyway, when I woke at 11, did my essay for my Modern World class, then went into town because I felt in a mood for Jack's. So, had some nice grease, then came back here and went to class. Afterwards, off to work, and it was work-like. It closed early tonight, at 10, and I got back, and chatted with April online, had a shower, and am chatting with her again.
Now that my Dino Crisis 2 novel is completed, I want to send it out to beta readers to see what they think. I'm looking for beta readers who'll read the story for syntax, plot coherence, content, etc. If you want to seriously be a beta reader for my story, then leave me a comment saying so, and I'll send the story to you.
Also, I began thinking about an idea for my next story, and a novelization of the game Eternal Darkness: Sanity's Requiem is screaming at me. Oh, well. For now, I'll retire to my video games.
Nighty night, all.
