Another
jillofthejungle-inspired entry...
Feb. 16th, 2004 01:34 amBeen 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.
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.
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Date: 2004-02-16 12:19 am (UTC)Or my hormones are still out of whack.
>_o
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Date: 2004-02-16 03:18 am (UTC)*lifts a single claw into the air*
...Kinky.
*flees into the night on dragonwings*
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Date: 2004-02-16 01:08 pm (UTC)A flaming torch, hmm?
Duct tape and flames. My, my...
*soars a bit higher, to get out of the range of any AA guns in the area*
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Date: 2004-02-16 02:57 am (UTC)There's nothing quite like moving from place to place, seeing things new and old alike...
Too bad my SO has something of a stay-at-home nature - so much so that I can't get her to decide to move out of her family's home.
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Date: 2004-02-16 10:07 am (UTC)I think, sometime this summer, we're all going to have to head out to East Harbor. You, me, Joy, TJ, Nacho, Matt, Skarlette, Mr. Secret Crush, and whoever the fark else we can drag along with us. Trust me, there really is more to Ohio than a burnt out industrial hellhole. :D
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Date: 2004-02-16 12:44 pm (UTC)That'd be fantastic. A bunch of geeks on a camping/road trip. :D Will anyone survive without MUSHing?!? Tune in next episode! XD
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Date: 2004-02-16 03:45 pm (UTC)And I just get twitchy when I don't get my much-needed Matrix RP fix. >_o
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Date: 2004-02-16 04:05 pm (UTC)I could hack together a pen-and-paper Matrix RPG for you, if you want. ;) Matrix tabletop roleplaying! Hell, I might even be able to "tweak" White Wolf, if you want, since you're familiar with that system.
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