Argephontes
11/13/2002
Dammit! Why I can't I be a Libra?
This is someone's horoscope:
The stars would love to help you realize your cosmic destiny, but they got their copy of Grand Theft Auto: Vice City, and it's freakin' awesome.
It would explain alot, really. Not only why this is a crap week, but also why Vice City has been checked out at Blockbuster since it came out. Yes, even the Fates have discovered the joys of the PS2. Maybe they got confused and just forgot I was a Capricorn. Just do me a favor. Nobody tell them about Tony Hawk 4? Please?
(See. Happy. -Ish. Ironic, anyway. Bite me.)
¶ 11/13/2002 04:49:00 PM
This is someone's horoscope:
The stars would love to help you realize your cosmic destiny, but they got their copy of Grand Theft Auto: Vice City, and it's freakin' awesome.
It would explain alot, really. Not only why this is a crap week, but also why Vice City has been checked out at Blockbuster since it came out. Yes, even the Fates have discovered the joys of the PS2. Maybe they got confused and just forgot I was a Capricorn. Just do me a favor. Nobody tell them about Tony Hawk 4? Please?
(See. Happy. -Ish. Ironic, anyway. Bite me.)
¶ 11/13/2002 04:49:00 PM
This has seriously been the week from hell. I've got a sinus headache that's bordering on a migraine. The kind where the pressure feels like your eyeballs are going to pop out of your head. The crap with my Mom is stressing me out, which can't be helping. My car is on the verge of breaking down, and I have to take it to Memphis on Friday. Will it NEVER stop?
Alicia, doll that she is, took me out to chinese food for lunch. Thank you Alicia, it helped. Seriously.
I should have known it was going be a bad week. Sunday was a bad omen in itself. A tornado that didn't touch down blew through town. I have nightmares about tornados. Usually I'm in the car. I'm not normally a nightmare-having person, but when I do have them, about 90% of the time they involve a tornado or five. Well guess what? When the psuedo-tornado hit, from absolutely NO WHERE, I was in my car. All that stuff they tell you about cracking your windows in your house because of the air pressure? So true. I could feel it pressing on my car. It was blowing me all over the road, and apparently the Wendy's sign shattered right next to me. I didn't notice because of the whole trying not to wreck thing. I managed to pull off into a gas station, where I proceeded to huddle into a ball in the driver's seat thinking "I'm going to die! I'm going to die!", until I realized that I wasn't dying and I could go inside.
On reflection, it wasn't actually _that_ bad. Especially compared to what many suffered during the weekend storms. But at the time, it seemed so scary. When the winds kicked up, the entire street went black. A garbage can lid flew across the road right in front of me, and there were bits of something (Probably the Wendy's sign...) swirling in the air all around me. It hit me hard. The only thing in the world I have nightmares about, and it nearly happens? Shit. I kept my cool, though. I controlled the car. I got off the road safely. I immediately called home to make sure the Boy and the animals were ok, and to let him know that I was. And after everything was ok, then I cried.
I wonder what that'll do to the nightmares? I mean, will they be worse since I'll have some kind of experience to go on? Or, since I've faced my worst fear, will they fade away all together? Only time will tell.
The comments don't seem to be working right. Other people have posted, but damn me if I can pull them up. When the headache goes away, I will work on it. *Sigh*...ok. Enough "Woe is Me" for now. I promise, next post I will say something happy. Count on it. ¶ 11/13/2002 03:31:00 PM
Alicia, doll that she is, took me out to chinese food for lunch. Thank you Alicia, it helped. Seriously.
I should have known it was going be a bad week. Sunday was a bad omen in itself. A tornado that didn't touch down blew through town. I have nightmares about tornados. Usually I'm in the car. I'm not normally a nightmare-having person, but when I do have them, about 90% of the time they involve a tornado or five. Well guess what? When the psuedo-tornado hit, from absolutely NO WHERE, I was in my car. All that stuff they tell you about cracking your windows in your house because of the air pressure? So true. I could feel it pressing on my car. It was blowing me all over the road, and apparently the Wendy's sign shattered right next to me. I didn't notice because of the whole trying not to wreck thing. I managed to pull off into a gas station, where I proceeded to huddle into a ball in the driver's seat thinking "I'm going to die! I'm going to die!", until I realized that I wasn't dying and I could go inside.
On reflection, it wasn't actually _that_ bad. Especially compared to what many suffered during the weekend storms. But at the time, it seemed so scary. When the winds kicked up, the entire street went black. A garbage can lid flew across the road right in front of me, and there were bits of something (Probably the Wendy's sign...) swirling in the air all around me. It hit me hard. The only thing in the world I have nightmares about, and it nearly happens? Shit. I kept my cool, though. I controlled the car. I got off the road safely. I immediately called home to make sure the Boy and the animals were ok, and to let him know that I was. And after everything was ok, then I cried.
I wonder what that'll do to the nightmares? I mean, will they be worse since I'll have some kind of experience to go on? Or, since I've faced my worst fear, will they fade away all together? Only time will tell.
The comments don't seem to be working right. Other people have posted, but damn me if I can pull them up. When the headache goes away, I will work on it. *Sigh*...ok. Enough "Woe is Me" for now. I promise, next post I will say something happy. Count on it. ¶ 11/13/2002 03:31:00 PM
11/12/2002
I added comments. Or at least I think I did... I've yet to see if they work.
Uh.. feel free to test 'em out. ;) ¶ 11/12/2002 06:30:00 PM
Uh.. feel free to test 'em out. ;) ¶ 11/12/2002 06:30:00 PM
11/11/2002
I hate conflict. I am diplomacy girl. I'm the one who can always see both sides. I don't break under pressure. I don't burst into flame-y rage at the first sign of a disagreement. If someone hurts my feelings, I approach it calmly and reasonably. My mother is the one exception to this. She just bursts right on through the walls of tranquility and reason and right to that place where I am five years old again. The place where your mother is the most beautiful and perfect person in all the world. And then she shatters it into a billion pieces, and I just feel so damned helpless. It rips into the fabric of my sense of the world, and I feel broken.
I hate to feel like that. And I'm not broken. I know that. I know I have to face it, but I feel like by facing it, I'm killing that five year old little girl inside of me. That's the thing that holds me back, that makes me hesistate. That keeps me suspended in that place of non-action, where I fear the conflict, but I know I can't just let it go. ¶ 11/11/2002 06:18:00 PM
I hate to feel like that. And I'm not broken. I know that. I know I have to face it, but I feel like by facing it, I'm killing that five year old little girl inside of me. That's the thing that holds me back, that makes me hesistate. That keeps me suspended in that place of non-action, where I fear the conflict, but I know I can't just let it go. ¶ 11/11/2002 06:18:00 PM
