here we go
Jan. 23rd, 2005 11:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charlz_lynnThis is the laziest day of my life. I came home and slept until 1 in the afternoon... lamp oil and beer don't mix very well, I learned again last night. I swallowed a lot more fuel than normal. Anyhow, my stomach is just now considering forgiving me.
Didn't really think I'd ever journal somewhere other people might read it. It was peer-pressure that got me here. And need for an excuse to avoid homework.
I want to fight right now. Well, always.... but a punching bag would do me some real good in this moment. My mom is moving to Rhode Island. I had allowed a small part of myself believe she might move here. We've been e-mailing a lot, and I just kinda went off for a minute to her. About family and the fact that I don't even know those people anymore. There are so many stories I'll never have the time to hear, and so many little tricks that are going to leave this world with my grandmother. Is it really impossible to learn everything from them, or have I just been too fucking stubborn my whole life to pay any attention?
In a way, it sucks that I love Portland so much. Without this nice queer bubble full of good food and great music, I might feel okay with going back there for a year or so. But now... never. Going places where there are more straight people than queers totally freaks me out these days. So I suppose that gives me an accumulated 3 weeks, tops, left to spend with the oldfolks. Sigh.
Alright, I stopped writing this shit to my mom 'cause it was too depressing. Sorry.... I'm gonna go have a little toke and do homework.
Didn't really think I'd ever journal somewhere other people might read it. It was peer-pressure that got me here. And need for an excuse to avoid homework.
I want to fight right now. Well, always.... but a punching bag would do me some real good in this moment. My mom is moving to Rhode Island. I had allowed a small part of myself believe she might move here. We've been e-mailing a lot, and I just kinda went off for a minute to her. About family and the fact that I don't even know those people anymore. There are so many stories I'll never have the time to hear, and so many little tricks that are going to leave this world with my grandmother. Is it really impossible to learn everything from them, or have I just been too fucking stubborn my whole life to pay any attention?
In a way, it sucks that I love Portland so much. Without this nice queer bubble full of good food and great music, I might feel okay with going back there for a year or so. But now... never. Going places where there are more straight people than queers totally freaks me out these days. So I suppose that gives me an accumulated 3 weeks, tops, left to spend with the oldfolks. Sigh.
Alright, I stopped writing this shit to my mom 'cause it was too depressing. Sorry.... I'm gonna go have a little toke and do homework.
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Date: 2005-01-25 01:51 am (UTC)I'm so excited.
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Date: 2005-01-25 06:06 pm (UTC)You ass ;)
umn, ps, how come yer so hot?
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Date: 2005-01-26 07:16 pm (UTC)thx... still super excited.