Current Mood: 
melancholy
Current Music: none
So... silverbrood just left for Oregon, not even 10 minutes ago and I'm already kinda... meh about it. Mostly I'm jealous because I know he's going to have way too much fun down there, and I'm stuck up here doing the dreaded job hunt thing. Ew.
I guess I'm going to sit here and pout in front of my laptop until I decide it's time to walk down to QFC and attempt to get a job.
On that note: I really REALLY want my car back because I am beyond sick of being toted around like a little kid, or walking, or taking the bus, which goes to every other place but the place you want to get to before finally looping around unexpectedly and kicking you out a block away from where you want to get to. But at the same time, I'm kind of scared to drive. It's been over a week with no driving and I'm still a little jarred from the accident. Mostly because the accident proved what a horrible driver I am. (As if I really needed physical proof, I could have TOLD everyone, but no.) But I really want to go to L5R tomorrow, considering I missed Star Wars last week. *le boo* I cried. Literally. That's how hopelessly addicted to roleplaying I am. I wept. Ask silverbrood, it was pretty pathetic.
Aaaanyways. Yeah. Pouting, and then interview of doom.