Burns Like Ice

Emily C: you ok?

Andrew: How do you mean?

Emily C: like...you seem to have alot on your mind

Andrew: -smiles- I do... I'd like to share it with you, sometime... A year ago, my heart broke, and though I've recovered mostly from it... I still get really lonely sometimes, and things just seem really... frustrating... Add to that the fact that I don't feel like I have any good friends nearby, and.... -shrugs- That's just the start. There's been ALOT on my mind... But, I don't know. No one to talk to, either. Or there are, but there aren't, y'know? Sorry, if I go too long, I stop making much sense... :-\

Emily C: i can try

Andrew: Try?

Emily C: try to be there as a friend...please don't ask anything else of me...

Andrew: -nods- Yeah... I'd like you as a friend... -smiles- There are worse things...

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This is more accurate than The Spark was...
Though, apparently, I'm more feminine than Dawn.

My journal says I'm 51% masculine.

What does your LJ writing style say about your gender?

LJ Gender Tool by hutta

A call to all my friends...

Hey All,

As I've mentioned, I'm playing a game wherein I lead an army against an, uhm, army of other, uh, armies. Or something. Basically, I 'recruit' soldiers, these soldiers produce gold for me, and I use that gold to equip them with weapons (to steal money from others) and armor (to protect my money).

The main way to 'recruit' is for people to click

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i'm in a bad fucking mood.

I tihnk it's petrty colse

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

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Rachel and Claire, I love you both. You're wonderful ladies.

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Chris walks into the room.
"Well, it's a Category 2..."
I subsequently burst out laughing.

See, two of my four roomies have been a little over the top about this Cat-5 Hurricane thing, and each have plane tickets to fly out t'morrow. One of them's the one I share a room with. I sorta still hope he heads home, just cause it'd be good t'have the room t'myself for a few days.

But I found this quite amusing.

Even on the darkest nights...

Well, Rachel made a good point this afternoon, in that she has seen in the last few weeks more of my darker, depressive side than my goofy, upbeat side. And, the fact of the matter is, when i'm doing well, I don't need this outlet. I was doing pretty bad earlier today, and yesterday, and a good part of this week in general.

I'm doing better, though, and I thought it'd be worth letting you all in on. I went home yesterday, and as I was leaving to come back to school, my two-year old sister, Emily, said, "Andy, I miss you." -smiles- Today, I hung out with Aaron, my good buddy from last year, and helped Rose with her programming homework. I wrote up a program in C which I've never written in before and had only a few troubles with it. My little cousin Molly told me she loved me, I got an email from Suzannah, got a call from Claire, and chatted with Nifer, to whom I just recently confessed a great amount of admiration.

So, yes, I'm doing well. I get lonely, and tired, and sick of hurting, but as I always say, I'm never as bad off as I seem, and I mean it.

I cried today. Hones-to-God tears. It was good.