Hello, Greetings, and All That Jazz...

So here I go again, attempting this whole, keeping-a-blog-for-more-than-a-week thing. Wish me luck!

My plan, actually, was to start fresh on the new year, and post something new and witty and clever and exciting every day (and yes, I insist that everything I post be new, witty, clever, and exciting... can't have one without the other three) but I'm putting off doing some serious editing work on my Nano novel (which I won, by the way. Yay me!) so I was like, oh, what the hell, introduce yourself on Dreamwidth!

So this is me. No pictures or anything interesting yet, but hi, everyone!

And, of course, a ton of thanks to calliope526 for bringing me to Dreamwidth.  Hopefully soon she'll post some stories, and I'll have some interesting blog stuffs to talk about.  In the meantime, love, peace, and chicken grease, yo!

The #1 reason I hate being home for the holidays...

is that I see all of these people from high school.  I mean, I didn't go to a huge school, and yet I know people everywhere!  And usually it's people that I'd rather put out of my mind.

Like this one guy... I never really liked him.  I mean, I liked him in that he was a decent guy, but I never liked him liked him in that way that is all so important in high school.  And we weren't exactly friends.  But he's a good-looking guy, and if we had classes together we would hang out.  I'm pretty sure he liked my best friend, but nothing ever happened between them.  And I always sort of thought that, if we ever got around to it, he and I would probably make a pretty decent couple, only we were never single at the same time, and he's built up quite a string of crazy ex-girlfriends that I'm not sure I really want to deal with.  But more to the point, I saw him at the mall tonight.  And now the thinking-of-him won't cease.  I know it's stupid, because I'm home for, what, like a week, and then it's back to school, while he's staying here, but I really, really, have this nearly uncontrollable urge to call him up and ask him if he's got New Year's plans.  Or Christmas plans, or Christmas Eve plans.

This kind of thing just really frustrates me.  Can you tell?

And then there's those other people.  Like the cool people that I always wanted to be friends with, and felt like I should have been friends with, but could just never quite penetrate their little circle.  Like, I was friends with them individually, but I was never part of the "gang."  And now they're still a gang!!  My high school clique dissolved about two weeks after graduation, but there's about six people that are still hanging on.  I mean, I guess it helps that none of them moved away or have done anything remotely interesting with their lives, but I hate it because I see them, and they all still work in that same cool clothing store that they worked at in high school, and they're still friends and I still want to be a part of it!  I hate myself for that.

I also hate that, being a girl, I can't go into the local comic book store without being ogled by fat, forty-something guys.  It's a serious issue, because our town has exactly one store with a decent collection of comics, and every time I go in there, I feel like the bait on an episode of To Catch A Predator.  I've resorted to ordering my comics off the internet for this very reason.  Unless, of course, I need a boost of self-esteem, then the comic book store is the place to go.

To end my ramblings of the night, I would like to say that, amid seeing people I would rather not see, it does amuse me to come home and find that at least one of the cheerleaders is fat and the other is pregnant and living in her boyfriend's trailer.

Every cloud has a spiteful lining.

Loves.