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I'm falling apart. If only I could slip into a coma for the next 21 and a half days. I need a job, too... I won't have enough money for a movie this week... I need to get Jess's present, and then I need to have money to go to Noah's arc for our anniversary... or did we decide not to do that? I don't know. Anyways, I'm a mess right now.
Wait, there is one hope... my passport had an error in it, and my parents had to send it in to get it fixed. It still has not arrived back yet, though the people said they would get it back before we left. If it doesn't come...
No, I can't talk like that. Number one, this is a great opportunity to see different places. Number two, I need to be able to spend time away from Jess.
We must have miscounted the days, on a lighter note. five days have passed, and there are twenty-one left. That makes twenty-six. Wait... I must have missed one somewhere... I dunno. Regardless, I'm going in-fuckin'-sane. I take my time with Jess for granted. Man... I feel like an asshole...
I feel like there's not enough time for me to do all my shit before we leave... but I still find myself sitting around all day wishing I had more than Halo and Starcraft.
Hey Alex, I submitted the terms "gorildo" and "gamecubeathon" to urbandictionary.com. I found a Halo reference on there... the word "backpacking." It means attaching a plasma grenade to someone's back. I'll have to use that one.
I ordered a new pair of glasses today. They're cool... but I get this weird feeling that Jess is going to hate them. Whatever... I like them, and that's what matters right now.
I guess I only have one more thing to say. AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
I'll have a five hour wait in chicago... perhaps I can find the time to call Jess then...
God, damn it! I lost my fucking glasses! Oh my god, I'm pissed off right now...
Alex and I went to Fleet Farm and got a bunch of materials. We started making a pair of swords, each, at his house. Then, when I went home I... continued... making... them. *sigh* 24 days...wait... 25? I don't know...
Justin, I really need that medication you have of mine... I thought you were going to drop it off today? Anyways, I'm not doing anything tomorrow if either of you want to call me or something. I won't be doing anything tuesday... or wednesday... or thursday...
I'm alone. Empty. Afraid. Shallow. Hollow. Lonely.
The soul of a hero is reborn.
The spirit of a villain has returned.
They don't know who they are,
but they will fight to reveal their pasts.
Coming, on May second...
"Battle Me."
The guy at the North office was an asshole. This is the conversation, as I can recall it.
"Hi, is this Dane?" I'd just called earlier while he was in a meeting, asking for him to call me back.
"Yes."
"Ok, let's see here... you want to know if you can be in summer school, because you're going to be gone for the first two days, right?"
"Yes."
"Well, then, I guess the answer is 'no,' because it's a policy that we can only allow one day missed."
"Right, I know that, but I'll get the materials; I'll make up the time; I just really need to take this class."
"I understand, but it's a simple policy. The one day is for emergencies and such and we just can't allow acceptions. See blah blah blah blah..."
"Fine take me off the list then."
"Well, ok, because..."
click.
I lost my wallet, and that's not good. I had important things in that wallet... like my temp permit... and my soc.sec card (though it was hidden). And, like, ten bucks. I'm going to be pissed if I can't find it.
I think I will, though. I have a feeling.
I sent emails to Jen, Kelley, and V, even though I tried three different emails that I thought Kelley would have before I got it right.
*sigh* I dunno...
The last show went fine... although I don't see why Kelley had to make a big deal out of moving the thing... when everyone else wanted to keep it the other way. But, of course Kelley gets her way.
Jess and my last time to hang out is thursday. After that, we won't see eachother for three weeks. I kinda would rather spend friday with her too, as opposed to playing D&D. I dunno, though...
I hope Zach is ok.
I'm sleeping at Jess's tomorrow.
My dad came to see the show... he brought my grandmother, my aunt, four of my cousins, and I think one person who is a friend of my cousin... I don't know.
I spent a week learning how to get my ass kicked when playing as the Zerg, and now I last for twice as long as a Protoss the first time I try it. It's that first attack... that first attack always kills me. I figured it out, though... I think...
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