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Bowling for Soup.
Thursday, 17 February 2005 01:10First, I reiterate: I want a red, velvet suit and a Phantom mask.
Second, the day: you know, since Brian came back, everything seems so much brighter. Everything seems to be...nearly normal, actually. Didn't know I missed it so much. I had told Grandma about my no-apparent-reason good mood, and how my best friend had rekindled it, and she told me something I came to realize--it all started with the realization that I was coming home from college. We all remember how much like shit I felt then. Even though the pain of that punch to the face had mostly faded, it began a depression, a funk. Physically, I was fine. Psychologically, I was damaged. My psyche had been deeply wounded, and coming back home only caused the mental wound to fester and become infected. The drama and bullshit of the house had only opened the wound wider, sinking me into a further depression to which escape was becoming less and less likely, and the chance for any optimism had faded. However, if there was any light in all of this funk, it was in 215 Scudder, where a certain lover of mine happened to be. Since that night a couple days ago, I could almost feel two months worth of angst and depression just slide off me as I once again re-emerged strong, feeling like that finally, I am able to carry this temporary burden. I mean, I can now once again look at my moody stepfather, grin, hug him (even though he still finds the motion strange and looks at me as if I'm a freak) and not have his annoyed look bring me down. For now, the ONLY negative to all of this is that my April is not here laughing with me, sharing in my found-again confidence and optimism...but that will change come Friday night, when I disappear from the online world for the weekend (except probably just to update VGV and do LJ).
Speaking of VGV--Sarah, your record is now hanging in the balance. Ben (TetsuoTrunks) is guaranteed a 14 day streak, giving him the record for this contest. Will he claim your overall standing record, or will you (or Alexia, or both) stop him? Because, you know--this is getting good. And Round 2 (or, the Round of 34) hasn't even started yet.
But yes, the perpetual good mood still continues, and so does the ever-increasing horniness as Friday gets closer. Work was rather slow, actually--again, I had to do an inventory count and change all of the on-hands so they could match for once. Also amusing was Ronny's and Rob's Telxon hunt...to which Ronny had said, "all your Telxons are belong to us." I added, "there is no chance to survive make your time."
For those of you who don't get the All Your Base references, allow me to show you some wonderful nerdular nerdence: Move "zig." For great justice.
So, got home, and talked to a very giddy and happy April for a while, a little MK: Deception, and tomorrow, a day off.
And Strong Bad has a new email...apparently the King of Town loves to eat deodorant as well as corn dog batter.
Nighty night, all.
Second, the day: you know, since Brian came back, everything seems so much brighter. Everything seems to be...nearly normal, actually. Didn't know I missed it so much. I had told Grandma about my no-apparent-reason good mood, and how my best friend had rekindled it, and she told me something I came to realize--it all started with the realization that I was coming home from college. We all remember how much like shit I felt then. Even though the pain of that punch to the face had mostly faded, it began a depression, a funk. Physically, I was fine. Psychologically, I was damaged. My psyche had been deeply wounded, and coming back home only caused the mental wound to fester and become infected. The drama and bullshit of the house had only opened the wound wider, sinking me into a further depression to which escape was becoming less and less likely, and the chance for any optimism had faded. However, if there was any light in all of this funk, it was in 215 Scudder, where a certain lover of mine happened to be. Since that night a couple days ago, I could almost feel two months worth of angst and depression just slide off me as I once again re-emerged strong, feeling like that finally, I am able to carry this temporary burden. I mean, I can now once again look at my moody stepfather, grin, hug him (even though he still finds the motion strange and looks at me as if I'm a freak) and not have his annoyed look bring me down. For now, the ONLY negative to all of this is that my April is not here laughing with me, sharing in my found-again confidence and optimism...but that will change come Friday night, when I disappear from the online world for the weekend (except probably just to update VGV and do LJ).
Speaking of VGV--Sarah, your record is now hanging in the balance. Ben (TetsuoTrunks) is guaranteed a 14 day streak, giving him the record for this contest. Will he claim your overall standing record, or will you (or Alexia, or both) stop him? Because, you know--this is getting good. And Round 2 (or, the Round of 34) hasn't even started yet.
But yes, the perpetual good mood still continues, and so does the ever-increasing horniness as Friday gets closer. Work was rather slow, actually--again, I had to do an inventory count and change all of the on-hands so they could match for once. Also amusing was Ronny's and Rob's Telxon hunt...to which Ronny had said, "all your Telxons are belong to us." I added, "there is no chance to survive make your time."
For those of you who don't get the All Your Base references, allow me to show you some wonderful nerdular nerdence: Move "zig." For great justice.
So, got home, and talked to a very giddy and happy April for a while, a little MK: Deception, and tomorrow, a day off.
And Strong Bad has a new email...apparently the King of Town loves to eat deodorant as well as corn dog batter.
Nighty night, all.
