Today was interesting for a number of reasons. Fuck. This week has been interesting for a number of reasons. I swear, even when I was in my most manic of manic depression, the rollercoaster of my life had never made as many insane loops as it has the past several days/last two weeks. I've made many life-changing decisions, changed my mind, made new ones, had those fall through, get new ones…. and the end result of all of this (at this current moment; the way things've been lately, I might be announcing that I'm joining the Irish National Liberation Army tomorrow) is that I am currently homeless as of September first, when my lease expires.

Blah. Oddly enough, I don't feel worried. I probably should, but I'm not.

Other interesting things. Today was the first official Flood that we've had since I've lived in Metairie. Seventeen inches of rain. It was glorious. I opted not to walk home in all of it, considering I was soaking wet by the time I got home from walking from the bus stop, a trip of perhaps ten minutes since I wasn't walking quickly. The best part was, there was not a drop of rain when I got on the bus, but the pitch black clouds were a big clue that it was to come. And in the middle of the trip (twenty minutes) it began flooding. It was wonderful.

The only problem is, as I said, I was soaked within two minutes. My computer organizer that I've had since juniour high got damaged pretty badly, I think. It's started functioning again, but the screen is wonky. I hope it works, cos I've got a lot of sentimental value attached to this. Not to mention the shit-load of telephone numbers and dates in its little digital memory. Things that I could never hope to replace if I lost them. Not to mention my uniform for work is dripping wet. And I have work tomorrow. I hope it dries while I'm sleeping.

Andthen, I had a rather interesting AIM conversation with Lizzie today, while I was in the midst of being stalked. A portion of it, I've decided to share:

burns like dust: ::growls.:: liz, make me be mean.
Its 4W: how? and why?
burns like dust: wait. uh. hey, some other chick's trying to get grabby with me! wanna make her go away?
Its 4W: grrrr. grabby?
burns like dust: ::falls over.:: knew that'd do it.
Its 4W:
Its 4W: lemme at her.
Its 4W: kill. kill.
burns like dust: ::laughs.::
burns like dust: don't tell her that you know me or anything.
burns like dust: be suave.
Its 4W: ::growls menacingly.::
lol. i'm just supposed to start bitchin' just 'cause? lol.
burns like dust: i don't know… pretend you're a latino chick.
Its 4W: lmao.
Its 4W: puta! no toca mi josh!

She's a goose and a half. Because of her, I broke down and put my AIM conversation sidebar back up on the site. It's under all the links and crap stuff on the right. It's why it's gonna take double time to load my site up, now. Heh.

For now, even though it feels like my world is raging completely out of control, I'm sitting here and I don't feel worried. I guess I should. I guess I should be scared to death. It's what I've been all my life.

But now, I don't want to be. I'm gonna find some way to pull myself out of all of this, goddamnit. I want change, and I've reached the point where I'm going to get it. It doesn't have to be all that drastic, but my life has to start traveling in a new direction. And I'm gonna figure out what direction that is.

Somehow, I'm gonna figure out who I am.

Levez-vous pour moi comme la lune pour la mer.
Levez-vous pour moi comme une poesie a  un stylo.
Combien profond est votre amour?

Entry last modified: June 28, 2007 at 8:22 pm.

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