Stormy Phoenix

Wow, a storm is really kicking today. It's late afternoon and it's really getting wild out there. I love storms, just thought I'd say that now. I just love them, it's my favourite type of weather. Not sure why, it just charges me.

In any case, I've spent most of the day alone today. As denoted by my previous two posts, I was up all night and seeing as the only reason that I am home right now is because I was going to see an orthopaedic surgeon today about knee problems, I should probably address that. As far as the Dr. is concerned, my knees are quite fine, and although he would like some further scans done (an M.R.I) to make sure of it, he suggests I just go a little more easy on them. I am involved in a few sports which make my knees a litte more worn than most people my age, so I guess this is good advice.

I just walked into my spare bedroom where my friend in question slept two days ago... I just went in there to savour the feel of the room. I think this is obsession, or something along those lines, reaching out for something you can't have and wanting it more than anything in the world. I guess I just have to grit and bear it.

Unless I have some sort of profound epiphany tonight, this will be the last post I make until probably Sunday night, because I am heading up to Sydney in a random matyr act... Jarrod, who I am not on the best of terms with at the current time, wants some company when he makes the long drive home on Sunday so I'll be taking the train up there, which costs money, and then spending a few days up there, which costs more money, then driving back with him on Sunday, which will inevitably cost me money, before returning to University by bus the following morning, for an added expense. I have dick all cash right now, having just splurged a rather large amount of my fortnightly budget on a present for a friend, and now I am almost utterly broke. To add to this dilemma, I have an overdue phone-bill which needs paying. I love my phone, but it's hell expensive at times. One of my mates owes me a bit of money, but I doubt I'll see much of it until I threaten to break his legs.

And so, with a sigh, life goes on for another day. I am sleepy as all hell, but more importantly I am hungry, and although my grandmother asked rather pointedly whether I was still famished when we got back from the doctors, I doubt that food is going to just randomly appear at my feet. I kinda wish it would.

Being alone sucks, it really does.

"Dont cry over someone who wont cry over you"
-Anonymous

Stormy Phoenix