Webcomic news:
Order of the Stick makes me giggle ruthlessly. Seriously, I laughed aloud, which is reasonably rare for me. OotS does it well though.
Mookies moving to Texas! What the fuck!!Who in their right mind would move from *Boston* to
Texas. Nothing bad meant against my lovely older sister or Kyu, but it's all conservitive* and hot down there, and just not fun.
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Today's events was going to the orthoplace, where they helpfully did *not* say "Guess what, you're getting your braces off", going to Mongolian Grill for Sashi-Chris's birthday, which was tasty, and going to the park and playing vollyball, which is fun, but I suck at it.
Then we had a waterfight, which I am reasonably better at, and is why I'm wearing a skirt again, since my pants are damp.
Came home, played Puerto Rico instead of chatting with Thorog, which has lead me to think about relationships and responsibilities as they relate to each other (Is it better to be social and do something you have no interest in, or to curl up by yourself and do something that actually makes you happy? What if curling up by yourself *is* social, but it's social with people online rather then off? Do people who are really here in my house have more of an obligation for my time then people who I only really communicate with through a computer? What if I was talking to the people online first? What if I like the people online better, or they're more in need of my attention? Should I be making all this into a seperate entry?
Sadly, the only one I've an answer for is the last one -yes. I'm probably going to forget all about this now.
End parentheses.) and personally, I think it was the less good of the two ideas. Yes, I got to play with Eric and Josh and mom. Yes, I've talked to Tho pretty much every day in the past week. But I'm not a huge Puerto Rico fan, which is terrible of me, as it's the best game my parents, and Paul and Bruce, and Billy and Yury, and now Josh have ever found, and I'm a freak for disliking it.
...I'm...a bit bitter at the moment. Yeeeah.
I should probably stop writing now, as I can feel the angst wrapping it's cold dark hand around my writings. Which isn't good.
Have a good day kids.
~Sor
MOOP!
*Alright, I know it's not. But it's definenetly Far Too Hot. And dude, BOSTON! I am slightly incapable of understanding how cool people can leave Boston. (The uncool ones can, of course, get the hell out. But the cool people should totally stay.
**It's only when I need a pair of arms to fall into, that I realize I've pushed them all away.