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govcampbellWind and Rain, Wind and Rain.
Don't it ever stop?
Last year, October was the Month of Dreams.
This year it's the Month of Rains.
It's been raining for niegh on three weeks now, off and on, with only spurts of sunshine. I'm really missing it tonight. I NEED SUNSHINE! I'm all off balance these days.
Part of it, I think is not having anything to do. Writing fanfiction only occupies me so far, and the mental stimulation I get from subbing could fill a thimble, maybe. I need a challange.
I want to play some war games. Digging out some old history books and rereading At Dawn We Slept, and Miracle at Midway, has rekindled the bug. But I've got no one to play with. I always used to play with Dad as a kid, but nowadays, Dad's never home. And computer games only take you so far. They don't tend to smack talk, or at least make conversation.
I miss the male companionship of the frat house. Monday Night Football isn't as much fun when there's no one to help you throw popcorn and ice chips at the TV after a bad call, or scream "he got JACKED UP" after somebody gets leveled. I used to live with 18 other guys. Now, I'm down to Dad, and as I said before, he's out almost every night this fall (buisness is booming, and the local Budget Committe needs to be hung from the highest tree, but that's a subject for another rant). My best friend from HS is still in college, and my cousins are in school. Most nights, it's me and Ma. I'm hoping that when I move up to Hanover with Sara, I'll try and meet some grad school guys to hang with, or something. Or find a job and make freinds at work. That's the other problem.
As a Sub, I'm like a wandering Minstral, or a Gleeman (for all you RJ fans), wandering from town to town, and never settling down. I never get a chance to meet anyone for more than a couple days at a time. I'm like the invisible man. There one day, gone the next, and who the hell cares?
Wow. I've just incredibly depressed everyone on my f-list. Sorry about that. I needed to get it off my chest.
Don't it ever stop?
Last year, October was the Month of Dreams.
This year it's the Month of Rains.
It's been raining for niegh on three weeks now, off and on, with only spurts of sunshine. I'm really missing it tonight. I NEED SUNSHINE! I'm all off balance these days.
Part of it, I think is not having anything to do. Writing fanfiction only occupies me so far, and the mental stimulation I get from subbing could fill a thimble, maybe. I need a challange.
I want to play some war games. Digging out some old history books and rereading At Dawn We Slept, and Miracle at Midway, has rekindled the bug. But I've got no one to play with. I always used to play with Dad as a kid, but nowadays, Dad's never home. And computer games only take you so far. They don't tend to smack talk, or at least make conversation.
I miss the male companionship of the frat house. Monday Night Football isn't as much fun when there's no one to help you throw popcorn and ice chips at the TV after a bad call, or scream "he got JACKED UP" after somebody gets leveled. I used to live with 18 other guys. Now, I'm down to Dad, and as I said before, he's out almost every night this fall (buisness is booming, and the local Budget Committe needs to be hung from the highest tree, but that's a subject for another rant). My best friend from HS is still in college, and my cousins are in school. Most nights, it's me and Ma. I'm hoping that when I move up to Hanover with Sara, I'll try and meet some grad school guys to hang with, or something. Or find a job and make freinds at work. That's the other problem.
As a Sub, I'm like a wandering Minstral, or a Gleeman (for all you RJ fans), wandering from town to town, and never settling down. I never get a chance to meet anyone for more than a couple days at a time. I'm like the invisible man. There one day, gone the next, and who the hell cares?
Wow. I've just incredibly depressed everyone on my f-list. Sorry about that. I needed to get it off my chest.
