Currently Listening Dusk and Summer By Dashboard Confessional Dusk and Summer see related

You're right, Andrew, I never write in here anymore. I never think about it I guess. And even when I do post, it's nothing too profound. Yuck.

Moral of the story, I'm tired of school and I hate writing papers and I want to go home and see my mom for a while. At least my bro is comin this weekend and we'll have a jovial time taking on Oxford with beers in hand. Family is good.

Also, I'm about to get a new computer on which I will play WoW almost all the time. I think it's a good thing, I have nothing better to do. Get my basic obligations done, play video games. It's good. I'm about to hit 40 and that means I get to have a sweet horse. Victory. Too bad my grades blow. And not because of WoW, but because I can't handle schoolwork anymore. I've had a taste of freedom (aka working... though how is that freedom really? The Man has us tricked!) and now I want to go back to that. No more Russian, which I suck at, and no more papers, which I dread writing.

And holy shit, why is Christmas like a month and 10 days away?! Where did all the time go?

I joined the ski racing team here at school. It's new so we don't know what we're doing yet, but I've been waiting years for this, I'm gonna love life. Practices twice a week, competitions on weekends, a lot of them will be up at Brandywine and Boston Mills. AKA you all must come and watch me race when I'm up there!  It's not that far from you all and I'm gonna need some serious support. Also, I'm exercising and dieting now so I don't look like balls in my speed suit. Not too pleased about that, but I don't have much of a choice. Anyway, it's gonna be bitchin. I'm excited.

In unrelated news: I'm not a huge fan of Dashboard's album they released over the summer, but Dusk and Summer is a damn good song.

Currently Listening Brushfire Fairytales By Jack Johnson see related

This is what I wrote for my creative journalism class... I like it and I think it describes our piece of shit cat, Lucifer, quite well.

Hulked down on all fours, he is the wild jungle cat. He stalks around the living room like it is his territory deep within the steamy rainforests of Venezuela and no creature, human or animal, will cross his path without consequence. Peering slowly around the edge of the couch, he lets his eyes take in the scene before him with great concentration. A glass-top table holding a red candle and several remotes that control the large, black entertainment center. A floral loveseat set against the back wall. A bare dining room that once contained a table and chairs but now only holds a lamp and several mountains of papers and books. No movement, no sound. It is a normal Saturday afternoon.

Satisfied with his peaceful realm, he sits and begins to lick his midnight black fur. He is drenched in the sunlight seeping from the window seat behind him and his fur shimmers with every twitch. He lies down and closes his eyes. It has been a long day for the five month old kitten and he is ready for another nap, a normal activity for any normal feline. Relaxed, serene, composed, he dozes off.

Moments later his ears prick. Just as easy as he fell into his slumber, his muscles twinge and he jumps behind the couch out of sight, adrenaline pumping. He listens to footsteps nearing the door and hears a small metal key slip into the deadbolt. He is used to this sound and he is prepared for what is to come next. He crawls under the edge of the couch and allows only his small face to stay visible as he watches the door with careful precision.

The door swings open slowly and feet bearing grey tennis shoes emerge. An intruder. “Hello? Erin?” He hears her familiar voice and he prepares himself for the attack. He ducks behind the edge of the couch to avoid giving away his strategic location. His paws spread to reveal two sets of daggers and he lets his claws dig deep into the puce carpet. The footsteps draw nearer and the very tip of his tail twitches back and forth in anticipation. Not yet. He doesn’t jump until just the right moment.

The tennis shoes draw inches from his stance and just as she calls out his name, he makes his impeccably timed move.

A cry of pain and anger is heard as he finds his target within the inch of bared skin between sock and pant. “Damn you cat!” she yells as he draws his claws and teeth from her leg and runs off to the bedrooms to hide from the inevitable punishment he is about to receive. “Erin! We’re getting him de-clawed!” she yells. Oblivious to that term, he settles down under her desk to wait for his next chance to strike.

I'm planning on getting to lvl 30 this weekend. And don't ask what that means. If you don't know already, you certainly don't want to know.

: )

Currently Listening Always Moving Never Stopping By The City Drive see related

Yeah, so it's been a while. And I'd like to say that I've been spending the time since my last post wisely, but I probably have been devoting too much of it to World of Warcraft and too little of it to anything that matters. But let's be serious, does anything really, really matter? I happen to really like that game and I think that's a fine start. Truth be told, I haven't been that great lately anyway, so giving time to a video game doesn't seem so out of line. It gets my mind off of things I suppose. And I meet fun people there. I'm pretty sure I'm behind in all of my classes. And I'm pretty sure a bunch of my friends are mad at me because they think I'm blowing them off. In reality, I've either been balls busy, which is likely, or I've been shut up in my apartment moping around, which is also likely. I don't know what has been wrong with me lately, I just haven't had an interest in much of anything. And I've been super lonely. There's just something missing in my life and I'm not sure what. I do know that I've been crying too much lately. And smoking. I think they go hand in hand.

Just a few more months until I graduate. And then what?  What am I going to have then? More of the same thing- nothing.