I’m really worried about Woy. I haven’t seen him all day and it’s half an hour to curfew. Where is he? Is he okay? *sighs*
Is he okay? I’m very worried about him. Where could he be? Is he safe?
/me changes the topic to try and save her sanity

Okay. So the weekend was pretty cool. The ‘rents have realized that I’m out of their house in a couple of years, so they’ve started dragging me along everywhere. Last weekend, I had to go hiking. I generally like hiking. But not when I could be online, you know…
We were a group of nine people, the rents, me and my sister. Then there was Mr. Warner, this really sweet man my dad works with (well, he’s sort of his boss, but that is a very questionable term as Mr. Warner pretty much gives my dad free rein most of the time since my dad sort of only works there part-time as he still has his own business too), his wife (she is very sweet), their daughter and her husband and their son. Their daughter is quite nice, especially when she’s tispy, then she’s very talkative (only one glass of wine people, we weren’t drinking heavily or anything). Her husband is also really nice… he noticed that I had my IT books there to study from and offered to get some or other programming package to me through Mr. Warner and my dad. A C Sharp package including Visual Basic and Web designing tutorials. Really cool. The other dude, Duncan is hilarious. He’s this really tall, skinny guy who\s pretty quiet most of the time but, if you listen closely enough, will always have some or other comment for everything. Last time I saw him he had long hair, but he seems to have cut it since then. lol He cracks me up.

Is he okay? Please let him be okay. Don’t let him be doing anything stupid. Let him be okay…

*takes a deep breath* And then there were these other people. They were incredibly nice. They’re all coloured (except for two who were black). There was one lady with short and wild curly hair who was very friendly and always talking some sort of nonsense (very loudly of course). There was an older man and his wife. The dude is an IT teacher, apparently, so he was quite thrilled to see me studying my IT . There were a couple who were quite young. The guy was nice and his wife was quite pretty. Then there was… oh yeah. There was a guy who looked a little Indian, but he didn’t talk much. There was *counts on her fingers* oh yes, this lady who was really very friendly. I’m pretty quiet, but she was always inviting me to sit closer or to have some coke or something. She’s really sweet. And she took a picture of me and my sister for some reason. She had dark hair (well, they all had dark hair) that she wore very short. Then there was this black guy and his wife/girlfriend/not-sure. He was very friendly and plans on climbing Everest with her (well, she’s going up most of the way and he’s staying around the bottom). Now his wife…. she is absoluetly gorgeous. Gorgeousness lacing every line of her body. She has these stunning chocolate eyes that are somewhat Egyptiany and absolutely flawless, honeyish skin. And she has the most beautiful curves and the most beautiful smile. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve probably ever seen (well, maybe apart from the woman at church). And the thing is, it’s not like she was skinny at all (like all those freaking anorexic models everywhere). She was simply gorgeous, built perfectly with her curves. Beautiful. I just sat there watching her for quite a while. No, I’m not lesbian my little sick-minded chipmunks (who I like to pretend are reading this). I just appreciate beauty.
And last, but not least, there was the clown of their group, a proud Bushman (or he claims so, but he’s probably coloured ) who can’t stop talking. He was hilarious. He didn’t pack his bags, his wife did, so the next morning when he went through his bag, he kept giving these exclamations at the wonderful things he was finding. She had actually packed him a bag of sweets in each of the pockets of his cargo pants (about six pockets ) as well as about three sets of cutlery. *grins* She sounds nice .

Where is he/asdjfajsdpmoi;cuqofdjiojcack?

It was good for me to get away. I have decided something.
I am tired of trying to always make the right decision. I’m tired of thinking so much before I do anything. I’m always analyzing my every action and I’m tired of it. I’m going to live to please God and, other than that, I am simply going to live life. What happens will happen. And if I happen to be in love with a guy ten years older than me and in another country, then that’s cool. If I’m happy, then all the rest of the people can go eat cake. I love him and that’s the end of it. And if they tell me that I don’t know what love is, then they can go eat some more cake. He’s the one who’s managed to break down all my nonsense and get me to love again. Don’t they come and tell me I don’t know what it is.

Where is he….? :* :* :*

He’s here

Bye

~ by cravingoxygen on November 6, 2008.