So it's been about a month.
...And my friends are finally leaving me, and I don't mean on a summer vacation, I mean forever. No they aren't going to die. They are moving away and although it's good to get out of the area that we live in, I can't help but be selfish and wish that they stay.
Arizona, it just seems so far away. Although I'm in California and the plane ride can't be more than an hour at most, I can't help but get the feeling like I'm going to lose touch with them.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Monday, June 4, 2007
Don't Take The Tranquilizer!
So recently, actually all of 5mins ago, I realized that the doseage they gave me for my migranes is too big. I am at the moment severely drugged. I had a migrane this morning, which didn't make for a very good morning. I couldn't get out of bed I felt dizzy and pukeish and GOD DAMN I hate migranes.
Apparently the medication that they gave me is supposed to make me feel better. Not the case. I feel dizzy, like if I turn to fast my breskfast will come up. I am trying to occupy my time by typeing this so I won't have to actually focus on how shitty I really do feel. Every burp is scary, is this it? Am I going to puke? Do I need to run to the bathroom?
Oh and by the way if you haven't gathered already, I am at work. I very rarely start these journals while I am at home. Why? Because I have better things to do than sit at a computer and type, when I can be
Apparently the medication that they gave me is supposed to make me feel better. Not the case. I feel dizzy, like if I turn to fast my breskfast will come up. I am trying to occupy my time by typeing this so I won't have to actually focus on how shitty I really do feel. Every burp is scary, is this it? Am I going to puke? Do I need to run to the bathroom?
Oh and by the way if you haven't gathered already, I am at work. I very rarely start these journals while I am at home. Why? Because I have better things to do than sit at a computer and type, when I can be
Friday, June 1, 2007
On Another Wirl-wind Adventure!
Like I said before, you never have control over how and when your heart decides to fall. I mean you might have a bit of an inkling that its going to happen. I tryed my hardest not to fall. I tried not to trip, no studder steps and no fumbling around. However that didn't exactally work out the way I wanted it to.
You know all this though.
As it I was,I was quiet content. Nothing was going wrong with the expection of a few minor set backs. The guy I liked had a girlfriend. UGH! Yes I suppose that is ALWAYS a set back. And I had just gotten out of the worst relationship of my life and wasn't looking to find another one.
How did it all start? Well, I was at WonderCon a dorky comic book event that I have been going to with my brother since I was about 9yrs old. I don't mind though, because I like comic books a lot. It's kind of funny too, since I've been going I can recognize faces from years before. Sometimes they remember me and say the famous line "Do I know you from somewhere?". No, you probably don't. I don't look like the normal comic book nerd, so if you saw me, I think you might just be able to figure out who I was. But then again comic books have changed so much that its hard to tell who's going to be where.
I know I don't fit in with normal comic book girls because,I'm confident. Maybe thats a problem? I don't think it is though. It's almost like I'm the odd one out at a comic book convention since all the other girls have either low self esteem, or super duper high opions of themselves since they have a boyfriend that is their slave. Those poor guys. I am not a slave driver. I am not in love with myself and I don't have low self esteem.
Anyway, back to the point, which is how we met.
While at WonderCon I happend to get a stalker. He was completely out of his mind! He was equipt with a guitar, coke bottle glasses, a snaggle tooth, and the power to creep up on people. I met my stalker while going to my car in the parking garage, he found me and read my shirt out loud. My brother could hear my voice talking to someone, as my brother rounded the corner from paying the ticket to get out of the garage, he found me talking to my newly accuired stalker.
The next day while I was at the convention again (it ran for 3days) I was sitting at the table with my brother minding my own buisness when, there he was. He said some stupid line to the effect of "hey good look'n" with that little tongue snap sound accompanied by both of his fingers being pointed at me like guns. Was I honestly supposed to swoon over that? He asked me if I was going to be around in 2hours because he was going to get his guitar and sing me a song he wrote for me. So I smiled and said "ok come back and I'll be here".
That was a lie.
I didn't think he would return, so in 2 hours when he actually came back around I was shocked. I ran! I told my brother snaggle tooth was coming pointed in my stalkers direction and high tailed it out of there. I ducked under our table and ran under the others until I got to the end of the asle. Man, that was scary! I almost got caught.
Once I was at the end of the asle I did everything short of sprinting away. Ended up wandering around looking for someone I knew, finally I found my brothers childhood friend and asked him to get my phone from the table. Of course he asked why and I told him I fled the scene without my phone to make for a quicker get away, I told him I would stay put if he would go get my phone and bring it back to me. So as any good brother-type-thing would do, he got my phone and brought it back to me, telling me that the creepy guy was still at our table. He told my brother to call me when the coast was clear so I could come back to the table.
So, I was left on my own. I walked around and entertained myself with comic books and toys. But when all of that got a bit boring, my curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to know if my stalker was still at the table. So, I did what any other inquiring mind would do. I peaked around the corner. However, since it was Saturday, which is always the busiest day I could see nothing but people. A huge mass of people that were in my way when I really needed to be seeing down the asle. And just as I was going up on my tip toes, like it would make a difference, someone tapped me.
"Do you like action movies?" "Yes? Why?" I was tapped by Ray. A stunt person who was trying to sell me his dvd. He noticed that I was trying to look down the asle. So he asked me "What are you doing?" so I told him the truth, "I'm hiding from my stalker. He's standing at my table and won't leave!" Which Ray said "Well, you've come to the right place." He put his arm around me and walked me towards the direction of his booth "We are stunt people, if he wants to mess with you, we can protect you." I laughed and then he introduced me to everyone.
He started running down names very quickly, I could hardly keep up. So, instead of walking away, I decided to have conversations with everyone until my brother called me with the good news that my stalker had left. I was having a conversation with some boy who was trying way to hard to be super asian and another guy whos name was Shuan. While I was talking to them, there was an aqward pause, and then he walked into the middle of the circle. "Are you a Happa?" "Yes I am, how'd you know? Are you?". His name was Stephen. He said "Yeah I'm a Happa too, I can tell you are, it's in your eyes".
If ever anyone had me at hello, he'd be it.
You know all this though.
As it I was,I was quiet content. Nothing was going wrong with the expection of a few minor set backs. The guy I liked had a girlfriend. UGH! Yes I suppose that is ALWAYS a set back. And I had just gotten out of the worst relationship of my life and wasn't looking to find another one.
How did it all start? Well, I was at WonderCon a dorky comic book event that I have been going to with my brother since I was about 9yrs old. I don't mind though, because I like comic books a lot. It's kind of funny too, since I've been going I can recognize faces from years before. Sometimes they remember me and say the famous line "Do I know you from somewhere?". No, you probably don't. I don't look like the normal comic book nerd, so if you saw me, I think you might just be able to figure out who I was. But then again comic books have changed so much that its hard to tell who's going to be where.
I know I don't fit in with normal comic book girls because,I'm confident. Maybe thats a problem? I don't think it is though. It's almost like I'm the odd one out at a comic book convention since all the other girls have either low self esteem, or super duper high opions of themselves since they have a boyfriend that is their slave. Those poor guys. I am not a slave driver. I am not in love with myself and I don't have low self esteem.
Anyway, back to the point, which is how we met.
While at WonderCon I happend to get a stalker. He was completely out of his mind! He was equipt with a guitar, coke bottle glasses, a snaggle tooth, and the power to creep up on people. I met my stalker while going to my car in the parking garage, he found me and read my shirt out loud. My brother could hear my voice talking to someone, as my brother rounded the corner from paying the ticket to get out of the garage, he found me talking to my newly accuired stalker.
The next day while I was at the convention again (it ran for 3days) I was sitting at the table with my brother minding my own buisness when, there he was. He said some stupid line to the effect of "hey good look'n" with that little tongue snap sound accompanied by both of his fingers being pointed at me like guns. Was I honestly supposed to swoon over that? He asked me if I was going to be around in 2hours because he was going to get his guitar and sing me a song he wrote for me. So I smiled and said "ok come back and I'll be here".
That was a lie.
I didn't think he would return, so in 2 hours when he actually came back around I was shocked. I ran! I told my brother snaggle tooth was coming pointed in my stalkers direction and high tailed it out of there. I ducked under our table and ran under the others until I got to the end of the asle. Man, that was scary! I almost got caught.
Once I was at the end of the asle I did everything short of sprinting away. Ended up wandering around looking for someone I knew, finally I found my brothers childhood friend and asked him to get my phone from the table. Of course he asked why and I told him I fled the scene without my phone to make for a quicker get away, I told him I would stay put if he would go get my phone and bring it back to me. So as any good brother-type-thing would do, he got my phone and brought it back to me, telling me that the creepy guy was still at our table. He told my brother to call me when the coast was clear so I could come back to the table.
So, I was left on my own. I walked around and entertained myself with comic books and toys. But when all of that got a bit boring, my curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to know if my stalker was still at the table. So, I did what any other inquiring mind would do. I peaked around the corner. However, since it was Saturday, which is always the busiest day I could see nothing but people. A huge mass of people that were in my way when I really needed to be seeing down the asle. And just as I was going up on my tip toes, like it would make a difference, someone tapped me.
"Do you like action movies?" "Yes? Why?" I was tapped by Ray. A stunt person who was trying to sell me his dvd. He noticed that I was trying to look down the asle. So he asked me "What are you doing?" so I told him the truth, "I'm hiding from my stalker. He's standing at my table and won't leave!" Which Ray said "Well, you've come to the right place." He put his arm around me and walked me towards the direction of his booth "We are stunt people, if he wants to mess with you, we can protect you." I laughed and then he introduced me to everyone.
He started running down names very quickly, I could hardly keep up. So, instead of walking away, I decided to have conversations with everyone until my brother called me with the good news that my stalker had left. I was having a conversation with some boy who was trying way to hard to be super asian and another guy whos name was Shuan. While I was talking to them, there was an aqward pause, and then he walked into the middle of the circle. "Are you a Happa?" "Yes I am, how'd you know? Are you?". His name was Stephen. He said "Yeah I'm a Happa too, I can tell you are, it's in your eyes".
If ever anyone had me at hello, he'd be it.
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