Another jillofthejungle-inspired entry...

Been thinking all this 'romantic' crap that I don't really care for. Like how damned wonderful it'd be to stay up all night long with an SO and then go home at about 7am and hit the sack. Imagine that...just doing whatever. Cruising town, speeding towards the city limits, clubbing, slumming it until you're sober at some Village Inn because it's the only place open after 2pm, then taking off to the desert or mountains or something to sky-watch...or something else. And then when you can barely keep your eyes open, driving back home just after the sun's come up and shutting out the light and going to sleep. Spending all that time with someone who drives you crazy.

I want that so badly, it's insane. Hell, I want that just with my friends. I want to be so free and have no responsibilites. It's so hard to be an adult when you have such a childish wanderlust nature. Like when I lived on the island. That was beautiful. Could just go to the beach and it's like you were so far away from everything. Could go down to Okracoke and sleep on the beach and no one would bother you. I want to take TJ there so badly. I want to stick us in the car and just drive. It doesn't matter where, just as long as we're not here and we're out seeing the country. Visiting stupid roadside tourist traps and laughing our asses off at each other in a cheap motel room.

I just want to feel alive. I don't know, Warren makes one feel so useless. Like a waste. Maybe it's the winter. The cold and the snow, and nothing seeming alive and vibrant.

I feel alive when I'm on the move. I swear I have gypsy in me. I mean, I loved living at the hotel, I loved being on the island, I loved traveling and being anywhere but a typical house or apartment.

But maybe I really am a romantic. Hiding under this tough, independent, 'I-don't-need-anyone' demeanor. Cause I don't want to be this squishy, vunerable girl.

I'm babbling again, and none of this makes any sense. But I can never put these feelings into proper words. They make sense in my head, but not written or typed.

Augh. o_o

It's really hot in the bedroom. I just woke up, didn't intend to sleep in so late. Probably missed TJ, but I'm sure she'll be around later.

I defraged the computer last night, or, well, I hope it defraged all the way. But it's running alot better today, so I'm assuming the best. Woot.

I'm trying to get ahold of Labor Ready cause my mom's going out tonight and I want to see if I can get a ticket to go with her. Hopefully. I need some cash and food and cell bill money. :P

Ah, no luck there. I'll go down tomorrow, I guess. :P

Found a few applications laying around yesterday. Think I'll fill 'em out so I have 'em. And make some calls to see if anyone's hiring. :P

Bleah. I just want a steady job already. It's almost spring and I'm not going to be able to do anything if I don't have some cash.

Eeeh...

Uh, TJ? Bad news. Gotti passed away this morning. I checked on him when I woke up and he was sleeping with 'Nomaly. I checked on him a bit later, cause 'Nomaly was running about and I wondered what Gotti was up to. And, well...yeah. Went in his sleep, though. Sorry. :/ He was doing well yesterday, too.

SonOfBerkowitz: Just remember, when buying a replacement pet, they don't have to be exactly identitical. Just enough that small bits of paint can fix whatever imperfections there are.

Rawr!

I'm in a really good mood not that I've chatted with people. Squirrel's coming over, for some reason or another. Don't know if we're gonna go somewhere or what. o_o Whee!