I Feel Washed Out In This Strange Town
Feb. 12th, 2002 08:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
Hey there, all...
Man, so I guess a lot's happened since I last wrote into my Journal. Hmm, where to start? Well, at the beginning of course.
I spent the weekend in St. Louis for Mardi Gras 2002. The paw-fasting of TC and Spike took place the same weekend. A lot of people have spazzed about it in their Journals, and I really don't feel like going over the details again, so I suppose a brief synopsis will do.
The parade was fun; me and Delphi showed our breasts but we only got a few disgusted looks and even fewer beads for it. ;) Ah well, there's always next year. Bowling was a highlight, as always; I really wish I could do it regularly, but until there's a car or something that's not really plausible. After bowling on Friday night, the trip went to hell pretty quickly and I spent most of the rest of the weekend feeling pretty lonely, unwanted, disconnected and squeezed out. All of the feelings of the last few months compounded and come to a head. And there's this gnawing feeling on the back of my head that says I brought it all on myself.
Anyway, got back early Monday morning or so, after coming back with Owlkin and Arlekin and enjoying a really awesome dinner at Aussie Jack's (and just to make sure I was firmly in the Ozzie mood, I wore Danruk's Roo Crew t-shirt. I bought an Aussie Jack's shirt, too; it has a nifty roo mama and a joey in her pouch. And I got my "BoySS in the Hood" Klansman t-shirt back from Spike too. T-shirts are good.
When I came back, the house was freezing; Ryngs had turned off the pilot light when we left, and for the life of me I couldn't figure out how to restart it. The rats were freezing, and hungry, too. I fed them and waited about 30 minutes in my freezing house for Ryngs and Joey to come back (they left later to squeeze in a bit more quality time with TC and Spike), then I walked to EZ Mart to warm up. After a pretty bad weekend, it did nothing to lighten my mood. And now I have a cold. :P
Woke up today and spent the last of my money on an eye exam and glasses. The whole package was a lot less than I thought it would be; all in all, I paid less than $300, a couple hundred better than what I was expecting to shell out at LensCrafters. But, to my surprise, WalMart had exactly the frames I wanted and the lenses are pretty nice too. I'm normally against bending to the will of a corporate megapower, but I'll gladly sell my soul for cheap eye care. ;)
By the way, the optometrist said that I'm very very likely to develop glaucoma sometime in the next five years. Yay for me. I knew being black sucked. ;)
Went to J.D. China with Ryngs and talked about the weekend. He, of course, had a wonderful time...and why shouldn't he? His fursuit was a smash hit, and I have to admit his vestments rocked. He ministered the pawfasting ceremony for TC and Spike, and it was actually pretty beautiful. If I weren't so busy feeling sorry for myself, I'm pretty sure I would have found it much more affecting.
Anyway, all he could say about my weekend was that I had really bad timing. Heh, story of my life. Why do I hear that more than any other reason for this whole social problem? Karma has blessed me with horrendous timing. Behold the King of Bad Timing! Hee hee.
Personally, I just think it's a lack of natural charisma coupled with a decided lack of confidence. Maybe if I were as attractive as the kids on Dawson's Creek or Felicity, people would watch me jaw my own Kevin Williamson dialogue just to look at my movie-star face. Or maybe not.
Let's see...I feel pretty dirty, and I really want a shower. So I'll probably hop off and take one, then it's off to bed for me. I still have to e-mail folk for the on-line RPG, and I have to e-mail Bob to discuss the possibility of running the local Camarilla Changeling LARP. It'd be nice...but I don't know if I could do it. I've got a lot on my plate right now. I talked to Ryngs about the opening scene I've written for "Love in War," which is my second New Tibet story, and he was pretty enthused about it. And that's catching.
But first things first.
Man, so I guess a lot's happened since I last wrote into my Journal. Hmm, where to start? Well, at the beginning of course.
I spent the weekend in St. Louis for Mardi Gras 2002. The paw-fasting of TC and Spike took place the same weekend. A lot of people have spazzed about it in their Journals, and I really don't feel like going over the details again, so I suppose a brief synopsis will do.
The parade was fun; me and Delphi showed our breasts but we only got a few disgusted looks and even fewer beads for it. ;) Ah well, there's always next year. Bowling was a highlight, as always; I really wish I could do it regularly, but until there's a car or something that's not really plausible. After bowling on Friday night, the trip went to hell pretty quickly and I spent most of the rest of the weekend feeling pretty lonely, unwanted, disconnected and squeezed out. All of the feelings of the last few months compounded and come to a head. And there's this gnawing feeling on the back of my head that says I brought it all on myself.
Anyway, got back early Monday morning or so, after coming back with Owlkin and Arlekin and enjoying a really awesome dinner at Aussie Jack's (and just to make sure I was firmly in the Ozzie mood, I wore Danruk's Roo Crew t-shirt. I bought an Aussie Jack's shirt, too; it has a nifty roo mama and a joey in her pouch. And I got my "BoySS in the Hood" Klansman t-shirt back from Spike too. T-shirts are good.
When I came back, the house was freezing; Ryngs had turned off the pilot light when we left, and for the life of me I couldn't figure out how to restart it. The rats were freezing, and hungry, too. I fed them and waited about 30 minutes in my freezing house for Ryngs and Joey to come back (they left later to squeeze in a bit more quality time with TC and Spike), then I walked to EZ Mart to warm up. After a pretty bad weekend, it did nothing to lighten my mood. And now I have a cold. :P
Woke up today and spent the last of my money on an eye exam and glasses. The whole package was a lot less than I thought it would be; all in all, I paid less than $300, a couple hundred better than what I was expecting to shell out at LensCrafters. But, to my surprise, WalMart had exactly the frames I wanted and the lenses are pretty nice too. I'm normally against bending to the will of a corporate megapower, but I'll gladly sell my soul for cheap eye care. ;)
By the way, the optometrist said that I'm very very likely to develop glaucoma sometime in the next five years. Yay for me. I knew being black sucked. ;)
Went to J.D. China with Ryngs and talked about the weekend. He, of course, had a wonderful time...and why shouldn't he? His fursuit was a smash hit, and I have to admit his vestments rocked. He ministered the pawfasting ceremony for TC and Spike, and it was actually pretty beautiful. If I weren't so busy feeling sorry for myself, I'm pretty sure I would have found it much more affecting.
Anyway, all he could say about my weekend was that I had really bad timing. Heh, story of my life. Why do I hear that more than any other reason for this whole social problem? Karma has blessed me with horrendous timing. Behold the King of Bad Timing! Hee hee.
Personally, I just think it's a lack of natural charisma coupled with a decided lack of confidence. Maybe if I were as attractive as the kids on Dawson's Creek or Felicity, people would watch me jaw my own Kevin Williamson dialogue just to look at my movie-star face. Or maybe not.
Let's see...I feel pretty dirty, and I really want a shower. So I'll probably hop off and take one, then it's off to bed for me. I still have to e-mail folk for the on-line RPG, and I have to e-mail Bob to discuss the possibility of running the local Camarilla Changeling LARP. It'd be nice...but I don't know if I could do it. I've got a lot on my plate right now. I talked to Ryngs about the opening scene I've written for "Love in War," which is my second New Tibet story, and he was pretty enthused about it. And that's catching.
But first things first.
