Sha-EEE-nah

Watching the Mets game tonight around nineish, completely bored out of my mind and waiting for the computer to become available so that I might have used it. Shaina called out of the blue and commanded me to come visit, since she was back at home. I borrowed my mom's car and all too happily obeyed my mistress.

So I said hi to the family that I haven't seen in forever. Brian ignored me; he was probably drunk, and I don't think he ever really liked me very much but both he and Kevin are assholes, so it doesn't matter anyway. I was in the kitchen and looking for the boys, when Ian came through the hallway with THE grumpiest look I've ever seen on his face (well, he's fifteen. He's allowed to be all angsty. XD), but it INSTANTLY lightened when he saw me, and he was all surprised because omg, Venus is in my kitchen just randomly!

Ian is TAAAAALL. So I hugged him and all that and found Jared in his mom's room. Poor thing has broken his wrist, but he nearly broke two of my ribs with his cast. >_< He hugs very tightly and omg he's tall too. It's scary. I knew them when they were babies (well not babies but very young). And they've got girlfriends..... o_O!!!!

Why couldn't I have a boyfriend when I was a bitty teenager? WTF. I digress.

So Shaina and I went to the diner on FLB and Northern. She very graciously treated me. I went for an omlette; she had grilled cheese. Gotta love breakfast at 22:00. She explained eeeeeeeeeeeeeeverything that's happened in the past year so that I might better understand her LJ posts. A little. @_@ There was a lot of crap that she went through. Makes me feel bad that I wasn't there. And she'll be off to Eddie I before long.... ::cry::

But it was great to see my ogm bestestestest friend evarz again. ^_^ Maybe again, soon, cuz I forgot to return her copy of The Princess Bride that I've held hostage for five months, now.

And one day I'll return Nigel's Kenshin manga I've had for two months.

...we never DID get our Nelsons, and the night was far from incestuous, what with the drizzle that forced us off the stoop.

Ton amie toujours, Shaina....

Unlikely heroine....

Ever just wanna go out on an adventure? My last adventure was walking to the store to buy a birthday card, then to the post office, only to quit halfway because I realized I'd forgotten the addressee's postal code. Not exactly epic, though I did treat myself to a chocolate bar at the store.

I mean, one of those really epic ones, the kind only found in video games and comics and storybooks (i.e., the fictional world)? Have you ever stood out in front of your house, or anyplace else for that matter, and felt the need to step off into the world, the whole world, with determination and a cause, to go somewhere and do something? I have.

Beautiful summer days like today always bring this strange feeling in me. I've felt it since I was little -- really little -- but I don't know what it is. It feels like some kind of calling. Like, I'll look up at the sky in the late afternoon, about an hour or two before the sun sets, and see the trees swaying in high gusts of wind and wonder if there's more that I can do than just stand there and watch. If there's somewhere I can go, if there's someone I can help, if there's... anything.

Today I made the quarter-mile trip to the LIRR station. When I left home, the sun was shining that pretty gold that it does around five in the afternoon, but there were dark clouds looming ominously on the horizon; an approaching storm. I had to walk in that direction and prayed that it didn't start to rain while I was outside. As I walked, I could feel it get cooler, and feel the wind kick up and watch it get a little darker, but I pressed on. I slowed my speed, too. Why? Maybe I just wanted to enjoy being outside. I made it there and back safely -- and dry -- but what's that, people? SETTING. If I had a destination other than something so mundane, or if I'd gotten caught in the rain and still had miles to go, it might have made for an interesting adventure. Still not epic, though. That's what I'm looking for.

I'm a sucker for storylines. My adventure would HAVE to have a great story. And a kick-ass fight scene, of course, regardless of the fact that I don't know how to fight.

"Irregardless" is not a word. I digress.

I don't know what I'd do, or where I'd go, but I want trees, clear skies, and a pretty golden sun. I want to walk forever and smell the damp earth. I want a big field to run through barefoot and grass to somersault in like I did in the yard yesterday. I want... I don't know. I just want to go and do.

If it all seems lame, and it probably does, that's because I can't put this feeling into words. I wish I could express it better. But trust me, it's a wonderful feeling. Pity I can't do anything about it.