What's pathetic? you ask.
I am.
Well, what I mean is this: there are 83,068 other "Gaians" online right this moment, as I am typing this. And yet, I can't seem to find anyone to talk to.
Why do I do this? I mean, there really is like a whole freaking world of possibility out there. So many dudes and dudettes to talk to, RP with, etc., etc..... So why I am I stuck here, in my little corner of the world? All alone, alienated...afraid...kind of cold...with the ice weasels after me?
Yes, there are virtual ice weasels.
Yes, you should be scared of them.
But not the point. The point is, despite all of this ice weasel-y-ness, I really am kind of lamely pathetic and/or sad. In fact, there are infinite things to do off of gaia, and yet I remain. What is my problem? I really ought to go away. Hm...yet I can't. Why? It's like gaia has eaten me or something. My fingers won't come off the keyboard. Ah! Help! They're stuck! Oh, but not so stuck that they can't go from key to key. Cuz that's just silliness - it would mean I could only type sentances with a,s,d,f,j,k,l, or ;. Which would be INFINITELY LAME. Urgh...I think I must just be really tired. My sleepover involved very little sleeping: we went to bed at like 2:30 and I got up at 8:00...
I think someone needs to explain to my friend that we actually sleep at my house. It makes us pretty, and keeps us from killing our crazy friends.
I need help...........
Yeah, I know. Super lame journal entry. I promise I'll post a much better one later.
PEACE
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Smoke and Mirrors
Lately I've kind of been slowly coming to the strange realization that my life really is bizarre...but not in big cosmic ways. It's on a much smaller scale - the tricks are all smoke and mirrors.
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