Damnit. I just found out that I'm not going to experience a flight alone, after all. Apparently, it's not safe. Just when I thought I was finally going to have a sniff of what's outside the box(pestilent fumes of anger and grief, that is), I find myself looking forward to a cardboard wall. Great.
Tomorrow's our last paper. Man. That was over a whole lot quicker than I thought it would be. Three weeks have just blown past like debris from the wreckage of Alderaan. One tiny little step more, and poof, we're out of it. Flown straight into hyperspace, coordinates set for hell. I mean, the holidays.
A. Low was right. I'm already bored. Very bored. Last year's holiday bored me because the only game I had to entertain myself with had connection issues. This year, my gaming companions are scattered far and wide, spread across multiple universes. Also, for some reason, I have chosen to subject myself to slavery to prepare for my future during this blink of a break.
Oh, and not to mention, every plan we've had for a class get-together and farewell has just shattered. Whoopee. Now, who wouldn't prefer a template dinner party this Friday with the rest of the retarded school?/sarcasm. I love this ending.
Okay, so I'm an angsty teenager who types short paragraphs with little details and too much moaning. Great. But seriously, it feels completely lousy right now.
I'm just not in the mood to write about anything worth thinking about... unless someone wants to be a guidance counsellor(counselor) for me. Gakdkajskdj.
Who's up for watching old DVDs at my place sometime this holiday? There aren't any movies worth catching this season. Everything just falls flat on its face from the moment the title appears. Except Saw IV, but that's R21.
I know how we'll stay entertained this December.... with...
Hamster fighting machines! Yaay!..!....blah....mumble....
-Joe