Without Me?

If you didn't know, I'm Canadian. This means that I celebrate Thanksgiving on the second week of October every year, unlike my American neighbors. I'm also a college student away from home, so thus far every year, I've made the trek home to partake in Thanksgiving with friends and family. A rather large event. Well, this Thanksgiving was notable to me for several reasons.

The first is that my older brother never came this time. That meant that the usual gather of myself, my two brothers, three sisters, parents, brother-in-law, sister-in-law, two nieces and one nephew was cut down by three people who didn't show up. I reamed my older brother out for not being there since him and I have generally been close over the years.

Another thing that stunned me, really shocked me, is that my parents place, which I had called home since 1990--and have many fond memories of--is no longer a home for me. Since leaving for college, I've felt exorcised from the family, and it was even more palpable in feeling this Thanksgiving. My two younger sisters, who also left for college this year, felt it a bit, but not to the same extent I did over the weekend. It just isn't home for me anymore. Just a place I stay at in-between semesters of college.

In fact, I find myself feeling that I no longer have a home to call my own, just locations that I stay at during transitory points in my life currently. I don't even miss my family except for my younger brother, who has in the past two years been turning into my best friend, except for my two other good buddies (Nova and Tier).

It's an odd feeling. Like I'm drifting away from everything and everyone I've had in my life. Maybe it's just some subconscious desire to strike out into the completely unknown on my own, and the only way to do that is completely cut off my old ties. I dunno. I really don't like the idea of severing any of the friendships.

Speaking of severed friendships, I lost a good friend of five years a few weeks back. Due to my own arrogance, assholishness and probably innumerable other factors. It came to a head when I accused him of being manipulated by another friend of his that I didn't agree with too much (although the friend's friend says I hate her, which I don't). I still feel bad about the way it turned out, but I guess it's my fault I became distant in the first place.

Oh well. Anyway, that's about it for me.

Oh, I picked up a book, Star Wars: Hard Contact, as well as Batman: The Animated Series Vol 2. I have Vol 1 and 3, and hear that Vol 4 is out this November or December; and George R. R. Martin's next book, A Feast for Crows, is out this November. Can't wait for either!

 

- W. Visarett

I. Hate. Moth. -- Again

From: Moth366 | Posted: 9/26/2005 6:11:09 PM | Message Detail
(Tag'd. By the way, I love the topic title. It's a welcome break from the drippy pretention that most of the old fogey vets use. >_>)

I hate Moth, and I always will. For those of you just parusing this and don't know what he means, it's the kind of titles used for duels (in forum role playing). If you don't know what dueling is, get educated: http://idea.yoll.net/works/rpgs/index.html

Anyway, Moth shouldn't even be talking about being pretentious. He is pretentious bullshit personified. He's ostentatious, too. He's loved even though he out-and-out insults people. I have yet to see him actually contribute anything to the role-playing community on GameFAQs. All he does is bitch about how all the "vets" write too much, or alienate the "new guys." What new guys? There are no new guys on that god forsaken board.

And he bitches and complains about how there never is any more role playing on Random Insanity. Well, no shit. That's because all the good people left for some place better. He's deluded himself into thinking he's actually good, and does jack all to prove it. And what's worse is that people take what he says as gospel truth. Fucking retard, I say.

Bitch, moan, complain. He bashes RP/FF--the biggest role playing community--because the people there have an attitude and tell him what he really is. He doesn't like that. Aw, poor Moth. Deal with it or shut the hell up.

And no, I'm not saying I don't bitch. I bitch, too, but at least I'm active in the RPing community on GameFAQs and actually contributing something instead of sitting on the sidelines moaning about the state of RPing.

Yeesh. What can I say, I hate Moth.

 

- W. Visarett

Greh

I caved. Decided to get a journal for blogging purposes. I don't know why I did it, probably boredom, but whatever. I'm not going to be doing this daily--life is to boring, plus I doubt anyone, least of all me, wants to hear of the mundane continuance of life in its complete arc.

Anyway, day went by in its usual fashion. Went to class, took some notes, did some shopping, bought a new mouse, posted in that RPG War I'm supposed to be in, went to Taekwondo only to find out it was canceled for this week, then did jack all. Oh, yes, and I updated my site. You can tell I really live up the expectations that I'm active and out there.

Also, before I forget, I helped a couple chicks move their SUV off the road. Apparently it ran out of gas and the two ladies were trying to push it into a parking spot. Never did get it into the parking spot, but we did managed to get it a bit out of the way. The steering wheel was "power steering," which means it only works to turn the tires when the vehicle is started or something. I don't know that much about cars... But, I was a bit of help. Hurrah? I guess. Todd said it seemed to be my role in life, to be a knight in shining armor...

Anyway, shining signing off. I'll think of something interesting to put here later.

 

- W. Visarett