Voice In The Mist: I've noticed that there's been longer and longer gaps between entries.
MistWeaver: You're right. I just haven't really had much time lately. But now I do, and I have much to say. Like for instance, I can say that I am freaking sick to death of estrogen, and females in general right now.
Voice In The Mist: Why's that?
MistWeaver: The same reason people generally get sick of something. Overload.
Voice In The Mist: Whaddaya mean, overload? It's not like you're the most popular cica on the planet. In fact, I seem to remember you as having few friends, most of which were guys.
MistWeaver: I do have few friends and they are guys. Except somehow in the past while I"ve picked up Blair and Amber and Tash and Tori and Alex and they're all in my TV room!
Voice In The Mist: What on Earth are they doing there?
MistWeaver: See, every once in a while the Group has a movie fest. They're usually randomly thrown together and very last minute. This time, Rebecca made us sit down and plan it out a few days beforehand. Since I have the biggest TV, the most movies and the coolest parents, it was decided that this gathering would be held at my house. A 24-hour long brain rot festival. 5 PM to 5 PM. I took advantage and invited Alex, whom I hadn't seen for ages. At Rebecca's urging, I also invited Ryan, who (unsurprisingly) couldn't make it. And now they're all in my TV room.
Voice: Why aren't you with them, then? After all, it's your party.
Weaver: Actually, it's Rebecca's party. It just happens to be at my house. And there is much drama associated with this party, in any case. Let me tell you the story...
Firstly, Rebecca came over after school on Friday for Girl's Night In. She stayed overnight, we had fun, she got picked up on Saturday. When her mother came to pick her up, Becs told me that she'd see me tomorrow and her mother interupted with a "Tomorrow! I'm not sure I want to drive you back out here tomorrow!". Becs had been afraid of this, but she'd asked her mother beforehand and her mother had said that it was fine (stupid crazy bitch). So that level of uncertainty was now thrown into the party. All the same, I went to bed, did more laundry, woke up and prepared for the upcoming people.
Now, I can see the wheels in your mind turning. Why didn't Becs just stay over the extra night and save two or three twenty-minute trips into the city?
The answer lies in her cat. Apparently, Zues can't go two full nights without her. Personally (and I know that when she reads this, she's going to go all defensive and list off the reasons why she's right) I think that she's, to put it bluntly, full of crap. Maybe she can't go two nights without her cat, but he seems to survive just fine without her, no matter what she says. Maybe she's just afraid of what her family will do to him. In any case, although I love Becs dearly, she tends to dramaticize.
Anyways, back to today.
Around 2, the calls started coming. First was Blair, wanting directions. I had been expecting this, so I gave her the directions and went back to the book I was reading. Then came Nat and Amber, wanting the same. I provided them the instructions and was just finishing up when guess who beeps in on the other line but Rebecca?
I had been expecting her to call for almost a day. It turned out that she was calling on behalf of Nat and Amber, who had been bugging her because they didn't want to have to call. I told her that I'd just hung up with the people in question, so she m
Uh oh. They're found me. I'll hopefully sneak away again later and continue.
Monday, February 21, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
Broken Hearts, The Cursed Name, And Why All Men Are Total And Complete Scum.
I'm sorry, but at the request of a friend this post has been deleted.
Suffice to say that Valentine's day fucking sucks more than you could imagine, it's now been ruined for one of it's biggest supporters (not me, duh), and that all guys are total and complete scum.
Especially narrow-minded ones.
MistWeaver
Suffice to say that Valentine's day fucking sucks more than you could imagine, it's now been ruined for one of it's biggest supporters (not me, duh), and that all guys are total and complete scum.
Especially narrow-minded ones.
MistWeaver
Friday, February 11, 2005
Broke Hearts and Such
MistWeaver: You know what fricking sucks?
Voice In The Mist: Valentine's day?
MistWeaver: No, Val--. Oh. Yeah. But do you know why it sucks?
VitM: Because it's a corporate holiday made up by companies that don't think that they get enough money between Christmas and Easter and use people's emotions to turn them against each other and bring in lots of dollars?
MW: No. It sucks because I'm a stupid sap.
VITM: Don't tell me you actually like all the stupid cards and chocolate-giving and valentines and stuff?
MW: *is silent*
VITM: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU STUPID SAP!
MW: Aw, shaddup. I'm a sucker at heart. I think that Valentines are adorable (especially those kiddie ones and the handmade ones), chocolates are yummy, and I happen to think that one frigging day of the year where being mushy and sappy is acceptable isn't necessarily a bad thing.
VITM: Then what's the problem?
MW: Watching everyone else get those kiddie valentines, handmade valentines, chocolates, and mushy and sappy stuff.
VITM: Awww... Feeling lonely, are we?
MW: Yes, if you must know. It's depressing to hear about stuff like how Becs' brother is going all-out to ask out this cica (I mean all out-- Chocolate roses and dinner and a pottery class "all out"), how she herself is finally working up the courage to ask out whoyamacallit, how Bri and Leni are both most likely getting those Crush things, etc. And how everyone who isn't involved in any way with Valentine's Day claims that it's just a stupid corporate scam. Which is true. But that doesn't mean that there aren't good things about it.
VITM: You're right, that is interesting, isn't it? It's all the people who don't have Valentines who are always dissing it. And the people who want Valentines but hold no hope for them.
MW: Bah. Whatever. I suppose my irritability also has something to with being here. I haven't really been super happy since I got back. Things just keep getting more and more crappy here. Everyday I feel like there's less and less holding me to this place. One day, I'm just going to leave and not look back.
VITM: But what about Becs? And Ryan? And your family?
MW: Well Becs wants to get out of here nearly as much as I do (although she doesn't feel the same driving need, the calling that I do... as if somewhere else is calling me...), and Ryan...
VITM: Ryan...?
MW: He can visit... or I can visit... But I just can't stay here. Meh, this is getting depressing. I'm tired. Bedtime. Or reading time. Or Zelda time. Or whatever.
Voice In The Mist: Valentine's day?
MistWeaver: No, Val--. Oh. Yeah. But do you know why it sucks?
VitM: Because it's a corporate holiday made up by companies that don't think that they get enough money between Christmas and Easter and use people's emotions to turn them against each other and bring in lots of dollars?
MW: No. It sucks because I'm a stupid sap.
VITM: Don't tell me you actually like all the stupid cards and chocolate-giving and valentines and stuff?
MW: *is silent*
VITM: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU STUPID SAP!
MW: Aw, shaddup. I'm a sucker at heart. I think that Valentines are adorable (especially those kiddie ones and the handmade ones), chocolates are yummy, and I happen to think that one frigging day of the year where being mushy and sappy is acceptable isn't necessarily a bad thing.
VITM: Then what's the problem?
MW: Watching everyone else get those kiddie valentines, handmade valentines, chocolates, and mushy and sappy stuff.
VITM: Awww... Feeling lonely, are we?
MW: Yes, if you must know. It's depressing to hear about stuff like how Becs' brother is going all-out to ask out this cica (I mean all out-- Chocolate roses and dinner and a pottery class "all out"), how she herself is finally working up the courage to ask out whoyamacallit, how Bri and Leni are both most likely getting those Crush things, etc. And how everyone who isn't involved in any way with Valentine's Day claims that it's just a stupid corporate scam. Which is true. But that doesn't mean that there aren't good things about it.
VITM: You're right, that is interesting, isn't it? It's all the people who don't have Valentines who are always dissing it. And the people who want Valentines but hold no hope for them.
MW: Bah. Whatever. I suppose my irritability also has something to with being here. I haven't really been super happy since I got back. Things just keep getting more and more crappy here. Everyday I feel like there's less and less holding me to this place. One day, I'm just going to leave and not look back.
VITM: But what about Becs? And Ryan? And your family?
MW: Well Becs wants to get out of here nearly as much as I do (although she doesn't feel the same driving need, the calling that I do... as if somewhere else is calling me...), and Ryan...
VITM: Ryan...?
MW: He can visit... or I can visit... But I just can't stay here. Meh, this is getting depressing. I'm tired. Bedtime. Or reading time. Or Zelda time. Or whatever.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
The Mental Conversation
MistWeaver: Okay, bad pun. But I couldn't resist.
Voice In The Mist: I take it that you mean mental as in mind, not mental as in insane?
MW: Precisely. More specifically, I mean my running mental commentary on all that happened after rehearsal today... Ryan's house, and Youth Group.
VITM: Ah, yes. Wednesday. Always an interesting day. Do tell.
MW: You should know first off that Ryan's sick. And when I say sick, I mean really sick. And not sick in the head, either. I mean the kind of sick that keeps you in bed with pain and doesn't let you eat and makes people want to cuddle you and make you better.
VITM: It's times like these that I wish I could raise an eyebrow at the last comment.
MW: I fall victim to strange motherly urges. They are often activated by sickness. I feel these really really strong urges to take care of them and make them feel better.
VitM: So have you turned these urges on Ryan as of yet?
MW: I've been tempted... boy, have I been tempted... But let me start at the beginning.
After rehearsal today, I was going to be picked up as usual and driven to either Youth or Ryan's, depending on whether or not he was well enough to go. I called him up and he said that he was still sick and not going anywhere, so I wanted to go over to his house and bring him some get well stuff. He claimed that he already had Gatorade though, and since I had fallen asleep while finishing up my Broken Wings Yoko Edition the night before, and wasn't done it, that pretty much eliminated all the other things I could think of. Specially since he won't drink tea on his own and his parents were there, so I couldn't work my magic on him.
Let's skip ahead to getting out of the car. This is basically where my internal running commentary kicks in.
I get out of the car, thinking "Uh oh, I hope he's well enough to answer the door." Then thinking, "On second thought, no! Don't answer the door! It will cause you pain to get up and make effort!"
He answered the door, to my combined relief and regret.
Boy, did that boy look a lot better than I do when sick. His eyes and nose weren't a different colour, and his hair was unbrushed and unruly, but not the horrible fright that mine would have been, all flat on the sides and standing straight up on top. He was wearing PJs, but they only looked wrinkly, not like they'd been rolling in bad things. Tired, moving kinda stiffly, voice all nasal... There was no doubt that he was sick. Just not unattractively sick. The bastard.
So I follow him in, suddenly at a loss for what to do. He sits on one couch, I sit on the other and drop my stuff... ask him the usual questions... You know, "Feeling any better?" "Have you figured out what's wrong?" "Have any strange body parts turned funny colours and fallen off?"... and then am at a complete loss of what to do.
Normally, I have my own special love and care for sicklings. It involves giving them the proper care they deserve. You see, I have this thing about taking care of people. As in, you SHOULD. How the hell are you supposed to get better if you have to tuck yourself in, make yourself tea and soup, hold your own dick when you pee...
VITM: Okay, I think you're going just a teeny bit too far.
MW: Perhaps you're right. But still, you get the picture.
In any case, I have a habit of trying making the sick as stress-less and effort-less as possible. But I can't do things like that if I don't have the power to do so. Within my own home, I do. Hell, even at other people's houses, if we're alone, I have that power. Unfortunately, I didn't there, because his parents were home. Oh, well.
Anyways, so we're sitting and talking. Inwardly, I'm thinking about how uncomfortable this is, how he should really be resting, not expending energy to be nice to me... But at teh same time, I don't want to leave. I mean, just hanging out with Ryan is always a blast, and I only see him once a week, usually.
So we end up talking about Zelda. Hey, fine with me. Zelda's teh best game in the flipping world. And then he suddenly jumps up (or as close to jumping as he was gonna get) and runs downstairs, warning me not to follow him and that he had somethign to show me.
I obeyed him and sat there on the couch. He probably shouldn't have been running up and down stairs, but if he was well enough to manage it, it could only be a good thing. Besides, it wasn't like there was much I could do about it.
He came back clutching one of those Canada notebooks everyone has used at some point in their lives. It turned out to be an old picture-journal from when he was little. All about... guess what!... ZELDA!'
Awww... It was so adorable... He couldn't spell
Voice In The Mist: I take it that you mean mental as in mind, not mental as in insane?
MW: Precisely. More specifically, I mean my running mental commentary on all that happened after rehearsal today... Ryan's house, and Youth Group.
VITM: Ah, yes. Wednesday. Always an interesting day. Do tell.
MW: You should know first off that Ryan's sick. And when I say sick, I mean really sick. And not sick in the head, either. I mean the kind of sick that keeps you in bed with pain and doesn't let you eat and makes people want to cuddle you and make you better.
VITM: It's times like these that I wish I could raise an eyebrow at the last comment.
MW: I fall victim to strange motherly urges. They are often activated by sickness. I feel these really really strong urges to take care of them and make them feel better.
VitM: So have you turned these urges on Ryan as of yet?
MW: I've been tempted... boy, have I been tempted... But let me start at the beginning.
After rehearsal today, I was going to be picked up as usual and driven to either Youth or Ryan's, depending on whether or not he was well enough to go. I called him up and he said that he was still sick and not going anywhere, so I wanted to go over to his house and bring him some get well stuff. He claimed that he already had Gatorade though, and since I had fallen asleep while finishing up my Broken Wings Yoko Edition the night before, and wasn't done it, that pretty much eliminated all the other things I could think of. Specially since he won't drink tea on his own and his parents were there, so I couldn't work my magic on him.
Let's skip ahead to getting out of the car. This is basically where my internal running commentary kicks in.
I get out of the car, thinking "Uh oh, I hope he's well enough to answer the door." Then thinking, "On second thought, no! Don't answer the door! It will cause you pain to get up and make effort!"
He answered the door, to my combined relief and regret.
Boy, did that boy look a lot better than I do when sick. His eyes and nose weren't a different colour, and his hair was unbrushed and unruly, but not the horrible fright that mine would have been, all flat on the sides and standing straight up on top. He was wearing PJs, but they only looked wrinkly, not like they'd been rolling in bad things. Tired, moving kinda stiffly, voice all nasal... There was no doubt that he was sick. Just not unattractively sick. The bastard.
So I follow him in, suddenly at a loss for what to do. He sits on one couch, I sit on the other and drop my stuff... ask him the usual questions... You know, "Feeling any better?" "Have you figured out what's wrong?" "Have any strange body parts turned funny colours and fallen off?"... and then am at a complete loss of what to do.
Normally, I have my own special love and care for sicklings. It involves giving them the proper care they deserve. You see, I have this thing about taking care of people. As in, you SHOULD. How the hell are you supposed to get better if you have to tuck yourself in, make yourself tea and soup, hold your own dick when you pee...
VITM: Okay, I think you're going just a teeny bit too far.
MW: Perhaps you're right. But still, you get the picture.
In any case, I have a habit of trying making the sick as stress-less and effort-less as possible. But I can't do things like that if I don't have the power to do so. Within my own home, I do. Hell, even at other people's houses, if we're alone, I have that power. Unfortunately, I didn't there, because his parents were home. Oh, well.
Anyways, so we're sitting and talking. Inwardly, I'm thinking about how uncomfortable this is, how he should really be resting, not expending energy to be nice to me... But at teh same time, I don't want to leave. I mean, just hanging out with Ryan is always a blast, and I only see him once a week, usually.
So we end up talking about Zelda. Hey, fine with me. Zelda's teh best game in the flipping world. And then he suddenly jumps up (or as close to jumping as he was gonna get) and runs downstairs, warning me not to follow him and that he had somethign to show me.
I obeyed him and sat there on the couch. He probably shouldn't have been running up and down stairs, but if he was well enough to manage it, it could only be a good thing. Besides, it wasn't like there was much I could do about it.
He came back clutching one of those Canada notebooks everyone has used at some point in their lives. It turned out to be an old picture-journal from when he was little. All about... guess what!... ZELDA!'
Awww... It was so adorable... He couldn't spell
Monday, February 07, 2005
I'm ba-a-a-ck!
Voice In The Mist: Where have you been, young lady? I've been very worried about you!
MistWeaver: I've been worried about me, too. So much has happened that it's no longer even funny. First and foremost, I apologize. The internet was down a long time. I barely survived it. I would just sit there, twitching... wondering when it would be back up... The only reason I'm still here is the trip to Vancouver.
Voice in the Mist: Vancouver? When did this happen?
MistWeaver: Well... I got back last night. I went there Friday morning. To visit Kurt. I'm not sure if I mentioned it before the net messed up.
VitM: Nor am I. It's been too long. A week and a half or so since last entry, and longer since a truly meaningful entry.
MistWeaver: Yeah. A week and a half is forever for us teenagers. And I've been so dratted busy. Which is why I'm sorry to say that this entry isn't gonna be the biggie catcher-upper, either. I'm in the middle of a rather important conversation and am exhausted to boot. Soon though. I promise.
MistWeaver
MistWeaver: I've been worried about me, too. So much has happened that it's no longer even funny. First and foremost, I apologize. The internet was down a long time. I barely survived it. I would just sit there, twitching... wondering when it would be back up... The only reason I'm still here is the trip to Vancouver.
Voice in the Mist: Vancouver? When did this happen?
MistWeaver: Well... I got back last night. I went there Friday morning. To visit Kurt. I'm not sure if I mentioned it before the net messed up.
VitM: Nor am I. It's been too long. A week and a half or so since last entry, and longer since a truly meaningful entry.
MistWeaver: Yeah. A week and a half is forever for us teenagers. And I've been so dratted busy. Which is why I'm sorry to say that this entry isn't gonna be the biggie catcher-upper, either. I'm in the middle of a rather important conversation and am exhausted to boot. Soon though. I promise.
MistWeaver
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