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mrsronweasley) wrote2002-10-16 08:17 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2002-10-16 08:17 pm
On Life and Other Nuisances.
So, I am now registered at a temp agency. Excellent. I am very happy about that.
I am not so happy about the fact that apparently Sam and I owe $430 for a phonebill, and I'm expected to pay most of it. I have no money. I can't pay most of it. And why won't people go away? Why do they still find me three thousand miles away? You really can't run away from your problems, can you?
Was that what I was trying to do? I've been thinking about this, and I think in part, yes. I was. I mean, obviously, when I first started planning this whole thing, that was the last thing on my mind. And technically I knew I couldn't escape. But there's knowing and there's knowing. I didn't really know. And now I do.
(Just an aside - someone's feet smell so horribly, I can barely breathe. Or maybe it's somebody's cheesy puffs. In any case, they need to leave. Now.)
And my family... *sigh* I appreciate that they worry. I appreciate that they love me. But I can't be living my life for them. I can't be constantly checking in, and writing emails all the time, because I need to live my life. I need to separate myself from them. I need to be on my own, really on my own. I can't be constantly thinking "oh, will this upset Sasha?", or "well, I know that mom wouldn't want me to" - because it's my life. And I'm twenty. I'm not even a fucking teenager anymore, I have grown up. I just wish my family realized it. For some reason, they don't - because I am always, oh so irresponsible. Because no adult has ever dropped their passport, of course. Only kids do that. Right? Therefore, by their logic, I'm still a kid.
You know what? That's bullshit, and I resent the hell out of it.
Huh. How did this turn out to be a rant? Hmmm...weird.
So, Marie and I went to a pub yesterday with the LGBT people (after the meeting) and it was very fun. I had a Smirnoff Ice on an empty stomach, and whoa, did it hit me. I was drunk. Or very very tipsy. I was very happy, too - which is a good thing. I talked to this girl Storm, whom we met a while ago, and it was a lot of fun. She's very cool, and easy to talk to - in fact, she is so easy to talk to (and I was so out of it) that I told her about writing slash. o_O Yeah. But it's ok, because she a) has read HP, and b) agrees that Remus and Sirius should be together. So, she actually thought it was cool. I was happy. Of course, I was also drunk. Heh.
And Marie has already read up to PoA, and ALSO thinks that they should be together. I know so many awesome people...hehe...
The other night, actually, Marie and I made dinner together, and had a really really great conversation. She is just so fucking awesome. And I am so glad she is here. So, so glad. I feel like someone, somewhere, was really smiling down at me when I came to Britain - and met both Theresa and Marie. Marie agreed with that assessment. Theresa wasn't there when we were having this conversation, but I'm sure she would have, too. Definitely.
And we're all going to see HP together when it comes out. Yay. :)
Well, I shall wrap this up.
Oh, but 'ere I go, I have to share a decision. Because I am lame like that.
So, due to pressure from various famous and anonymous sources, I have decided that I shall try and move in on Glow Boy. Just because it gives me something to do. And it's funny as hell. And if, by some weird, weird chance, I succeed, then hey! Go me!
I mean, this is the closest I will ever come to having a chance with Remus Lupin...
*le sigh*
I am not so happy about the fact that apparently Sam and I owe $430 for a phonebill, and I'm expected to pay most of it. I have no money. I can't pay most of it. And why won't people go away? Why do they still find me three thousand miles away? You really can't run away from your problems, can you?
Was that what I was trying to do? I've been thinking about this, and I think in part, yes. I was. I mean, obviously, when I first started planning this whole thing, that was the last thing on my mind. And technically I knew I couldn't escape. But there's knowing and there's knowing. I didn't really know. And now I do.
(Just an aside - someone's feet smell so horribly, I can barely breathe. Or maybe it's somebody's cheesy puffs. In any case, they need to leave. Now.)
And my family... *sigh* I appreciate that they worry. I appreciate that they love me. But I can't be living my life for them. I can't be constantly checking in, and writing emails all the time, because I need to live my life. I need to separate myself from them. I need to be on my own, really on my own. I can't be constantly thinking "oh, will this upset Sasha?", or "well, I know that mom wouldn't want me to" - because it's my life. And I'm twenty. I'm not even a fucking teenager anymore, I have grown up. I just wish my family realized it. For some reason, they don't - because I am always, oh so irresponsible. Because no adult has ever dropped their passport, of course. Only kids do that. Right? Therefore, by their logic, I'm still a kid.
You know what? That's bullshit, and I resent the hell out of it.
Huh. How did this turn out to be a rant? Hmmm...weird.
So, Marie and I went to a pub yesterday with the LGBT people (after the meeting) and it was very fun. I had a Smirnoff Ice on an empty stomach, and whoa, did it hit me. I was drunk. Or very very tipsy. I was very happy, too - which is a good thing. I talked to this girl Storm, whom we met a while ago, and it was a lot of fun. She's very cool, and easy to talk to - in fact, she is so easy to talk to (and I was so out of it) that I told her about writing slash. o_O Yeah. But it's ok, because she a) has read HP, and b) agrees that Remus and Sirius should be together. So, she actually thought it was cool. I was happy. Of course, I was also drunk. Heh.
And Marie has already read up to PoA, and ALSO thinks that they should be together. I know so many awesome people...hehe...
The other night, actually, Marie and I made dinner together, and had a really really great conversation. She is just so fucking awesome. And I am so glad she is here. So, so glad. I feel like someone, somewhere, was really smiling down at me when I came to Britain - and met both Theresa and Marie. Marie agreed with that assessment. Theresa wasn't there when we were having this conversation, but I'm sure she would have, too. Definitely.
And we're all going to see HP together when it comes out. Yay. :)
Well, I shall wrap this up.
Oh, but 'ere I go, I have to share a decision. Because I am lame like that.
So, due to pressure from various famous and anonymous sources, I have decided that I shall try and move in on Glow Boy. Just because it gives me something to do. And it's funny as hell. And if, by some weird, weird chance, I succeed, then hey! Go me!
I mean, this is the closest I will ever come to having a chance with Remus Lupin...
*le sigh*