Technology on the Run

House hopping. Literally.

Trying to find a safe place to sleep every night, because I finally finally had the balls to say I had enough.

And it's funny, it's fun, it's silly, and quite frankly I'm enjoying myself. I've got this week done. Starting another one tomorrow, with half of it figured out already. I've got money in my wallet and a check being processed. I've got good friends and pillows and beds.

And I've got my very own "It's complicated."

Everything always seems to fall into place, even when it's all completely scattered. At the very least, after last week, this week can't be anything short of amazing.

Funny how I'm taking a break from typing up this guy's journal to type up my own. I really would like to sit and read through it again as well, just to see where my head's been.

God how much can change in such short periods of time. And yet certain periods seem to stretch so far. It apparently takes about an hour to type five pages of this man's journal when that is what I'm focused on. It really shouldn't be too horrendous to finish this monstrosity, however staying focused on it for long periods of time is exasperating. My, what a colorful vocabulary.

I highly doubt that mother dearest will be able to let the cat sit outside all by her lonesome for so long. It doesn't bother me so much over the summer, when it's warm, winter however has me worried. Cruel as she is, there is a heart in there somewhere, and I trust she'll make the right decision.

I have such crazy ideas in my head and I'm not quite sure exactly what spawns them. What in the world am I going to do for winter break, that is assuming I figure out how to get through summer effectively?

And this passage of time has me baffled. Fate seems to string itself so strangely, and I really wish I could decipher it's path and try and get at least a glimpse of where it's leading me.

It was only two nights. One years and years ago, and we weren't even alone. We were just hanging out on a trampoline, chatting, not even touching eachother. And that god damn football game, that had my head twisting and turning and left me feeling so confused. I suppose if you throw in my most recent visit, that makes three, but the reasoning behind that visit was to get another chance to examine those... Unprovoked feelings. Those feelings that appeared so very very suddenly and went dormant for a period of time, only to flare up again on a whim. Amazing how things like that can endure for years without you even knowing.

Which is honestly why I am not surprised. Scared, a little, maybe, opening up to people was never quite my strong point, but he does seem oh so understanding.

Resonating in my head are all these cliches, and I have to wonder, what evidence do these people have to make such well-known generalizations about life, love, and there-after?

I am so isolated. I have always been alone in my head and in my way of thinking, but I at least had people around me and I could teach myself to understand how they saw the world.

But now. I am alone in body and in mind. I feel so disconected from everything and everyone. I am in a familiar place, with familiar faces passing by every so often, familiar colors dancing in front of my eyes, and yet...

Why must it ache to feel so alone?