Well, well, well.
I haven't written in *here* for a while. Of course, life and Faire (which, shockingly, *can* be two seperate things) kinda ensured that that wouldn't be happening for a while.
Well, Faire did its run, and it ran well. I mean, we had to be so G-rated that even the Disney company would have been sick (except on Rougue's Reefe and the Sound and Fury stages, but that's only *two* locations), and nobody could bring alcohol onsite (though that really didn't stop anyone), and there was no camping onsite (which I never heard the end of from those that *were* camping), and some shows/booths didn't come, and we gained some in their places that feelings were fairly mixed on, but it still ran fairly well, I guess. I'm just so tired from it all that I don't really care. But I tasted a very nice little drink with spirited spirits before I went to Queen's Prog on the final weekend, which was nice, considering that I NOW HATE QUEEN'S PROG MORE THAN ANY OTHER THING AT FAIRE PERIOD!!!!!!! Dunno why, but something about pushing through crowds (which you'd think would be easy, considering how the Foolies are right behind the Criers, but it isn't, 'cause some idiots just don't understand "To one side, good gentles, I pray thee"), trying to keep them from getting fucking crushed by a giant flag that is really heavy and could cause serious damage while wondering just how drunk they are to believe that they won't get hurt 'cause it's Faire, so none of it's real!!! *rolls eyes* Yeah, bitch, and when I cramp so badly that I can't walk and not even the heating pad and Midol and a nice nap work to get rid of the pain, it's all in my sweet little girly head. *glare* Sorry, it's late, I'm tired, and I had to do something to possibly pass my history class with my teacher who hates me, and I came to a realization about the guy I like. See, I think the whole thing of he and I being a "kinda-not-really" item is just holding him down. Did that keep him from getting some poontang during Faire (and apparently, some pretty good poontang at that)? No, no it didn't. Did it really mean anything to him? No, I don't think so; he was just desperate to get some (and at this point I'd like to beg a bit of his forgiveness...I'm vulgar and frank when I'm tired, can you tell?), and since I've got my standards on when I'll put out, and he hasn't really gotten any since November *before* this other chick at Faire, he really needed some. Well, anyway, I was thinking, and I realized that I think I'm just living in the past. I mean, yeah, things happened between us at Faire--after two months of tiptoeing around his goddamn guild who seemed to think that I was some kind of underage slut who would fuck him like a horny little bunny if I got five minutes alone with him in a private spot!!!!! And then, when we *did* hook up, it was only for what? fifteen, twenty minutes?? I think I'm just being a typical Cancerian, living in the past when he and I actually were an item, those happier times for me, wishing for what once was, refusing to see that he has so many oppurtunites to go out and get some from women who he *won't* get arrested for sleeping with, and possibly have real, fullfilling, and happy relationships with them (bear in mind, this is me on only a few hours of sleep, being powered by anger, resentment, and the remnants of my "second wind" of fatigue, which kicked in at 6:15 this morning, when I woke up, at 10:15 at night. By tomorrow morning, I will probably feel differently), and the only thing keeping him from said happiness is a certain little sixteen year old who wants him and loves him more than should be possible for a little sixteen year old. Now, if he's really remaining single for said sixteen year old, then the sixteen year old is flattered, and now feels like a horrible little bitch. However, if he wants to go out and actually have relationships with other, *legal* women..... like, *serious* relationships...... well, the sixteen year old will be heartbroken, and he's already broken her heart this month. *sigh* I'm just being a vindictive little bitch right now, though I'm not sure who I'm being vindictive towards--me or the man I love. I think I'm being vindictive towards me. Tends to happen when I'm tired and bitchy. It's easier to find my faults that way.
Anyway, I'll probably be on independent study for the first semester of Senior year, and definitely for summer. It's the only way I'll graduate at this point. *sigh* I don't really care.... I'm gonna eat a drumstick, shower, and go to bed or something. Maybe I'll actually meditate tonight, and possibly calm down when I return to my temple. Maybe my patron and matron will give me ethereal bitch-slaps that I so desperately need, too. *snort*
Night, bitches.
Chii-chan
)O(
I haven't written in *here* for a while. Of course, life and Faire (which, shockingly, *can* be two seperate things) kinda ensured that that wouldn't be happening for a while.
Well, Faire did its run, and it ran well. I mean, we had to be so G-rated that even the Disney company would have been sick (except on Rougue's Reefe and the Sound and Fury stages, but that's only *two* locations), and nobody could bring alcohol onsite (though that really didn't stop anyone), and there was no camping onsite (which I never heard the end of from those that *were* camping), and some shows/booths didn't come, and we gained some in their places that feelings were fairly mixed on, but it still ran fairly well, I guess. I'm just so tired from it all that I don't really care. But I tasted a very nice little drink with spirited spirits before I went to Queen's Prog on the final weekend, which was nice, considering that I NOW HATE QUEEN'S PROG MORE THAN ANY OTHER THING AT FAIRE PERIOD!!!!!!! Dunno why, but something about pushing through crowds (which you'd think would be easy, considering how the Foolies are right behind the Criers, but it isn't, 'cause some idiots just don't understand "To one side, good gentles, I pray thee"), trying to keep them from getting fucking crushed by a giant flag that is really heavy and could cause serious damage while wondering just how drunk they are to believe that they won't get hurt 'cause it's Faire, so none of it's real!!! *rolls eyes* Yeah, bitch, and when I cramp so badly that I can't walk and not even the heating pad and Midol and a nice nap work to get rid of the pain, it's all in my sweet little girly head. *glare* Sorry, it's late, I'm tired, and I had to do something to possibly pass my history class with my teacher who hates me, and I came to a realization about the guy I like. See, I think the whole thing of he and I being a "kinda-not-really" item is just holding him down. Did that keep him from getting some poontang during Faire (and apparently, some pretty good poontang at that)? No, no it didn't. Did it really mean anything to him? No, I don't think so; he was just desperate to get some (and at this point I'd like to beg a bit of his forgiveness...I'm vulgar and frank when I'm tired, can you tell?), and since I've got my standards on when I'll put out, and he hasn't really gotten any since November *before* this other chick at Faire, he really needed some. Well, anyway, I was thinking, and I realized that I think I'm just living in the past. I mean, yeah, things happened between us at Faire--after two months of tiptoeing around his goddamn guild who seemed to think that I was some kind of underage slut who would fuck him like a horny little bunny if I got five minutes alone with him in a private spot!!!!! And then, when we *did* hook up, it was only for what? fifteen, twenty minutes?? I think I'm just being a typical Cancerian, living in the past when he and I actually were an item, those happier times for me, wishing for what once was, refusing to see that he has so many oppurtunites to go out and get some from women who he *won't* get arrested for sleeping with, and possibly have real, fullfilling, and happy relationships with them (bear in mind, this is me on only a few hours of sleep, being powered by anger, resentment, and the remnants of my "second wind" of fatigue, which kicked in at 6:15 this morning, when I woke up, at 10:15 at night. By tomorrow morning, I will probably feel differently), and the only thing keeping him from said happiness is a certain little sixteen year old who wants him and loves him more than should be possible for a little sixteen year old. Now, if he's really remaining single for said sixteen year old, then the sixteen year old is flattered, and now feels like a horrible little bitch. However, if he wants to go out and actually have relationships with other, *legal* women..... like, *serious* relationships...... well, the sixteen year old will be heartbroken, and he's already broken her heart this month. *sigh* I'm just being a vindictive little bitch right now, though I'm not sure who I'm being vindictive towards--me or the man I love. I think I'm being vindictive towards me. Tends to happen when I'm tired and bitchy. It's easier to find my faults that way.
Anyway, I'll probably be on independent study for the first semester of Senior year, and definitely for summer. It's the only way I'll graduate at this point. *sigh* I don't really care.... I'm gonna eat a drumstick, shower, and go to bed or something. Maybe I'll actually meditate tonight, and possibly calm down when I return to my temple. Maybe my patron and matron will give me ethereal bitch-slaps that I so desperately need, too. *snort*
Night, bitches.
Chii-chan
)O(
