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|blazerelmyn (profile) wrote, |
on 11-13-2006 at 4:48pm
|Current mood: uncomfortable
Music: 'Til I Hear It From You - Gin Blossoms
Subject: As far as I know nothin's wrong, until I hear it from you..
|Monday, November 13th, 2006 PST
Pisces (Feb 19 - Mar 20)
Coworkers could surprise you today with what they say about you. Your first reaction may be to reject their criticism or encouragement, but chances are they really mean well and it would be to your advantage to take what they say to heart. The cues you receive from others can be crucial in the decisions you make over the next few days.
What a night.
For starters, last night, Bizz and I hit three months. It was fun, and we had celebratory Burger King instead of actually going out to eat at a restraunt per normal. No complaints were made by either of us, save for the ones about the tiny (Okay, they had to be like 7 or 8 years old) children running amok in said Burger King, from jumping off benches to sitting on tables, to sliding their toy across said benches to a point I half-expected it to go through one of the windows.
We came home, and not five minutes later, Jon logged on to AIM. As a recap of the past few days, I did what some would call some "gentle prodding" to try and get a hold of Jon. I like to call it harrassing him to a full. Sending him messages I knew he would not open on Myspace, and thus putting my messages in the subject line, calling his cellphone, the works. To be honest, I did it for about a day and a half, and I'd already intentions of giving up. I didn't think it would work.
It got his attention though, as he got on AIM to talk to me about it. Things started off rocky, and that's not a referance to how shaky my hands were as I typed to him. I got to say my piece, though I don't know how much of it really settled in with him. Even so, saying my piece was all I'd asked for, was it not? He mentioned bringing Uriel back to Val a few times, and at one point did log on. I had to help him set up with Clash's new system and whatnot.
While I'm glad to have my best friend back (As I type this, he's still on AIM a day later. Away, but online.), I also get the feeling, deep down, that he really hasn't forgiven me, and really isn't sure if he wants to stick around or not. Obviously I want him to, but, well, life's not all about me and my wants. There's nothing more that I can do, as all of Angelo's tips and tricks had been exhausted by the time he gave them to me. Tips and tricks just..to get all of the important stuff off of my chest while I had the chance, at least.
Though, as our conversation dwindled down, I told Angelo one thing I knew for certain. Mitch was going to be pissed. Or upset, or something. Jon bringing his character back will throw a wrench into the storyline we've been developing (Slowly, but surely), somehow or another. Mitch was upset by it, though he wouldn't outright admit it, and I knew that the second that Jon logged on to Val. It was all confirmed by his journal post that I read earlier, but..eh.
To be honest, I don't know what I'm going to do with Pamina. There is no clear-cut way to roleplay her out as intended and keep Mitch's and my storlyine, nor is there any way for me to keep our storyline and still roleplay her out as intended. I'm being smashed between a rock and a hard place with this one, and I don't think that there is any middle ground to be found over all of this. Frankly, it's somewhat unnerving, knowing that even though the cause of my problems with Pamina is back, and yet I still don't know what to do with her. By logic, Pamina should leap into Uriel's arms upon seeing him (After the verbal and physical beatdown she would give him, of course) and never look back, but the other half of me isn't that willing to kill of a storyline, simply because it's unfair to Mitch.
I really don't know what to do, or if I intend to do anything at all. I cold still just let her rot, after all.
I logged off after a bit, intending to sleep (Dustin and I were supposed to go out today.. Oops.), but after playing around and generally having a good time, Dustin and I got into a fight. A fight so stupid, and so meaningless, that I can't even put a name as to why we fought. Needless to say, I didn' get into bed/sleep until around 6AM-ish.
It's now 4:57 in the evening, and I'm as lost as I was last night, and still just as worried about everything. Joy.
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