It’s been a long time…

… But what’s three months between friends? Apparently a lot; I’ve lost a whole bunch of you, haven’t I? School’s been a pain (I didn’t do nearly as well as I had hoped), my social life is a drag, and my parents are in the middle of a divorce, but it’s okay.

Incase you couldn’t tell, this is going to be a rather shoddy recap post. So what have I been doing for the past 3 months?

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O’ Tumblr, where art thou?

I haven’t gabbed my virtual jaws at you guys for a while now, and I figured that today would be a decent day. My life has been quite quiet recently; my mother’s out of town and my father’s barely in the house. James is out at sports most often, which means that I’m usually home alone from three to five. With the rainy weather that has been surrounding this sunny city recently, I’ve had a lot of time to think things over.

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A poem by Bouregard Packworth:


Just another essay,
Just another test,
Just another rusty dagger
Plunging through my chest

But one plus one does equal two
And two plus two is four
And four plus six, that equals ten,
It goes forevermore

So too, these tests, you give to us
Are insurmountable
And what is only one to you
Have made us want to kill

so at least give us a week or two
Before you bring this up
Because we have other classes
And essays up the butt.

Peace and love
B.

About today…

My dad just gave me the “Son, are you Gay?” talk. Now, not that I’m homophobic or anything, but just because I don’t have a girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m gay. If I had a penny for each time I’ve had this asked to me in the past couple years, well, I’d have about two dollars now.

I cannot verbally explain the amount of frustration I have just been subject to, so I will tell you in proto-human grunts:

ugh. Arf. Arsnootnah. HOOG. HONKADUTHA! Humchaba? Hoffo! Him nim nom! TOLOMGUAK!!!

*achem*

That’ll be all. Feel free to carry on with the rest of your day.

I’m done,

~B.

Q:First and foremost: do you deliberately capitalize words? I'm just curious. Second: your academic and overall worth is determined by two things, and two things only. They are, in order of importance, your ability to sustain yourself (health, finances) and your ability to feel happy. Truly and non-bullshitty, the opinions of others don't matter too much. As for Olivia - go ahead and ask. If you truly are good friends, and she gets awkwarded out, she should be able to return to the status quo.

cardsofwind

1) Not intentionally. I have a bad habit of capitalizing unnecessarily, even when handwriting things.

2) Academically I’m okay, but I have no marketable skills which mean my finances won’t end up as well as they should. I have little clue of what I’m actually going to end up doing, which is actually more stressful than I’d like to admit.

As for her, there’s too much to discuss in a simple Q+A, so I’ll put that up in a rant later.

Hugs and Torpedoes,
~B.