It makes me vaguely depressed when Erik talks about his friends in Washington who play Magic and do Magic things for work. He is always so excited. Is this what it's going to be in 10 years? I know it can be someone's passion, I guess, but it's still a card game.

Since I came back to Tempe on Monday, I have suffered a radical mood shift. I am depressed, angry and frustrated for no reason, and I keep getting this killer headache.


wtf mang

things are boring

and i feel like first wave emo

i want to go home

but i thought this was home?

I am unhappy

and my friends are on too many drugs to care

I had such a fucking awful day yesterday.

the highlights included, but were not limited to:

being stuck in rush hour traffic

being stuck out in an intersection while trying to take a left for 3 cycles

my period starting during aforementioned traffic

getting home to find the toilet broken

I can't handle this.

I AM SO SCARED TO EVEN BE A FAKE REAL PERSON

today was supposed to be my last real day of break, since tomorrow we're going to visit Sierra Vista. Now, week days are the best thing because I can go from 8am to 6pm without interacting with anyone; limited texting, limited computer time, no phone calls, no going outside. I really relish this time, and since today was supposed to be my last day of break, I set my alarm for early'o'clock so I could enjoy it (note, alarm was set for 11am). I ended up not sleeping the entire night due to unforseen a/c problems, and perhaps excitement. So I was awake during my parents' wake up tiemz and I patiently waited it out with the aid of old episodes of the joystiq podcast. When I was sure my mom had left for work, I peeked outside my window (it has a good view of the driveway) to see if my dad's car was still there. Fine. He often leaves late for the office. I check again an hour later, at 9, and his car is still there. Wha? I give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he'll leave eventually. I then check again at 10:30. HIS CAR IS STILL THERE. By this time, I am starving, and in desperate need of food, so I wander out to the living room/kitchen area, only to find my dad watching tv in his pajamas. Upon seeing me, he says, "I'm playing hooky today!" Human interaction. All fuckin day. Fine, I'll just lock myself in my room for the rest of the day. No tv, which means no movies or inane distractions so I can knit, but whatever.

I still need to eat, though. So I pour myself a giant bowl of cereal, equivalent to two bowls, and go to the fridge for milk. We are out of milk.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU