But Natasha wants me to go to this party with her. We’re leaving in half an hour. This wouldn’t be a problem but there are going to be at least 150 people there. Quite possibly more. Not my idea of fun. A slew of people I don’t know crammed into a house, drinking. It sounds completely miserable. I’m not anti social, just anxious. I’m not totally crazy for not wanting to do this right?
Strength 14
Constitution 12
Dexterity 20
Intelligence 18
Wisdom 16
Charisma 14
New Feats!
Power of Understanding! Gained this summer
Power of Do what you really want! Gained this summer
Closure! Gained this summer
New Powers!
What Would Jason Stackhouse Do?: Do what you want and don’t worry what people think
Happy Birthday to me.
I can admit to that. It’s gotten to the point where some people won’t play certain games with me because “It’s not fun when you’re like this.” Lies. It’s only not fun if I’m not winning. I keep track of a lot of crazy stats and awards that mean nothing but until recently I haven’t kept track of my kill/death ratio in Halo matchmaking. I mean you can rise in ranks even with a shitty one. But Marty cares a lot, and bring it up all the time, so I am now acutely aware of of my kill/death ratio and it’s making me insane. Don’t get me wrong I couldn’t be happier he agreed to join xbox live because now I get to talk to him everyday but damn is me being hyper aware of that score making me irritable, faster than usual. I already have to prove myself because I’m girl now this. Add this to a book I call “Complexes Melissa has developed due to Martin *last name withheld*” It’s not a long book but damn is it an interesting read.
Me: It’s not real no one has dial up
Mom: Some people do
Me: No, there’s no way. I mean you call the internet people and ask for dial up?
Mom: Maybe
Me: No one even has a house phone anymore you can’t have dial up.
Mom: People have house phones.
Me: No like 87% people don’t have house phones.
Mom: What? 87…Where are you getting this number?
If you just want to be my friend why do you keep calling me then?
It’s better that I never see you, will I ever see you again?
It’s alright my heart isn’t broken
It’s alright I’m feeling no pain
It’s alright I’m not going crazy
It’s alright It’s no big thing
So hard to believe that you’re being ignored? Why do I always check to make sure my phone is working? It’s working, I’m being ignored.
I was putting my clothes in the washing machine, yes at 1o at night, singing pretty loudly Tubthumping by Chumbawamba. My mom was like
“What the Hell?”
I replied
“I want to watch Fired Up! and I was reliving 3rd grade”
4 hours in San Francisco hanging out with the editors at IGN! There was also free beer for everyone! which basically meant one free beer. They had a really interesting watermelon beer.
I listened to Ballbreaker by AC/DC for the first time in almost 2 years! It is my favorite of theirs and for about a year and half listening to it made me want to cry (Which I would never do because I don’t cry) or burst in to fits of rage. Once I got past Cover You In Oil I knew it would be ok. Time went by and somehow now it’s ok. Sure I’ll always remember what upset me about it but as a wise monkey once told me “Yes the past can hurt, but you can either run from it or learn from it.” Now I don’t think I’ve learned but I’m not upset anymore.
How I Met Your Mother I see how much this show is my life. It’s like they know the situations I find myself in. Every season there’s more about my confusing life. I just watched Shelter Island from season 4 and now I’m watch Slapsgiving. Both about me.
