Dreamgame

"Speeding Cars" was my hundredth post. Wow.

And on the "There, there, baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC of growing up
Now, now, darlin’
Oh don’t lose your head
'Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeh" note, except that last part which should be either "loved you" in past tense or perhaps "you know I don't love you" instead, an old... acquaintance showed up on ICQ today. I thought for a moment it might be that someone else took over the number, but I don't think you can, so I asked if it was the person I thought it was.
And apparently so! I took the opportunity to mess with his sorry little head a bit, since he didn't have me in his list. He claimed he figured out who I was at last, but I'm not so sure, and in any case, it's not like it matters. "I've changed a lot the last three years" specifically meaning personality, he said. Sure, boy, but I don't really care. He's one of those guys who hurt me really bad, ripped me up and slapped me around - not all of them knew what they were doing, and most of the time I let it happen (not that I was aware of what I was doing, at least not consciously), but still. And like those others, I laugh. Laugh at him, at his ways, at what happened and all the memories. None of them are important any more, and it's just textbook stuff anyway. Sure, it happened. Maybe he feels guilt or something, it's not like it bothers me the slightest what he is thinking, who he is or who he was. It's all so far away, and I learned, and everything comes back threefold, and really it was no ones fault anyway. But it was fun being an Unseelie bitch for a while. Oh, nothing real bad, just... not answering right out with anything but the truth.
Oh, boyo, Loriel, you may have changed, but I'm pretty sure you'd never recognize me either. Now, go back to your private little hell and I promise I'll never bother you again. Buh bye, chum.


Sleeping habits = teh messed up. Right now I'm cleaning the house, washing up the dishes and washing some clothes at the same time. Needs to be done before I go. Visiting father on his birthday yesterday was nice. Slightly worrisome that me and Richard are going to be carrying our katana in a rifle-case, though. It's good protection allright, but if we can't put it away while we "do Tokyo"...

Sat at the library before and after the lecture today. I'm not even halfway but I hope to maybe finish before I leave. Stupid book being hard to find and impossible to borrow.

Moon... so shiny...


Things bloody well aren't straight! So messed up. Gah!