The Madhouse

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After a game of Scrabble...

  • Mom: I had all the letters for uvula but couldn't play it.
  • Me: You know, if you poke your uvula you throw up.
  • Dad: No, because I can poke mine without throwing up.
  • Maddie: I have friends who can poke it and not throw up.
  • Maddie: I have friends who can tug on it.
  • All but Maddie: *dead*

Whale, it’s been a fun Tuesday…

Yay asthma attacks and trips to the ER. Home now, thank heavens; just hoping dad gets out soon too.

Finished with finals!

It’s sort of bittersweet, though. I’m halfway through with college now. Halfway to the real world. And so much has changed since I came here.

But I’m looking forward to the next two years. I’ve still got a lot left to do and see and learn. And I know I can do it.

Things I’ve learned since starting college:

  1. How to make coffee.
  2. How to run a washing machine.
  3. Some stuff about running a sound board.
  4. Some other (less important) stuff about life in general.

I think my education is a little flawed…

The lights are out, the party’s over.

After almost 18 months, I’m single again. The first time for real in what’s been nearly three years. And I’m hurt, and in pain, and worried for her… But I know I did my damnedest, I did all that I could. I just wish it had been enough.

So if I get all depressed and shit I’m counting on you guys to snap me out of it. I love each and every one of you guys, and I’m gonna need some of you to get me through this. But I’m on my own again.

The dawn is breaking, and I warily greet the new day.

Mercy Me - Alkaline Trio

It’s been a long day, living with this

It’s been a long time since I felt so sick

I took a long walk, straight back home

I could have walked back to San Francisco

I used to long for time alone

I used to long for a place of my own

And I’m losing faith in everything

And I’m lost, so lost

I’m lost at sea, you see.

UPDATE

On my life in general.

On the D&D front, I have the new(ish) supplement for 4e, Heroes of the Feywild. Pretty good so far. Also, I’m going to pick up with day 4 of that 30 day thing I was doing once I return to UDM for winter semester.

Story time is canceled, sadly; I’m not deleting the blog, but I won’t be adding new chapters for some time. I’ve done no writing in what has been a very stressful last two months. Once I get my rhythm back, I’ll post up new chapters.

Sad Adam is sad because parents’ relationship keeps getting worse, not better, and I wish it were the reverse. At least Lex and I are okay.

I love you, Tumblr friends. Thanks for being cool.

ALSO, my ask box is TOO empty… *hint hint*

Some people are giant fucktards.

My friend Alec is a die-hard Wings fan. Always has been. And he posted a Facebook status saying that people shouldn’t be so quick to bash Howard for one bad game. Someone else, an ex-friend of ours who is a HUGE jackass, called Alec out for being a bad hockey player. So I came to Alec’s defense- NOT Jimmy Howard’s, who did play poorly at the end of the game. 

Then I see this status, posted by the asshat ex-friend:

I laughed SO hard at 2 people tonight! I hate Jimmy Howard… most everyone should know that. So when he gives the game away and I call him out on it, they gotta start running their mouths about me calling Howard out. 


I’m so tired of the “I don’t see you in the NHL” type argument too. We pay to see these guys play, and when the guy I hate is the one to do it, I’m gonna be as critical as I can!”

So I responded with this:

I find it amusing how the defense of a friend is misconstrued by the dumbest of people.


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The real beloved is that one who is unique,
Who is your beginning and your end.
When you find that one, you’ll no longer expect anything else:
That is both the manifest and the mystery.
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My life in six panels.

My life in six panels.