The Unreality

First time I actually update this thing, I'm not even at home. Figures.

I'll probably update this one about as often as I update my DeadJournal. Once every week or so. Or maybe I'll update this about as often as my LiveJournal, which I spam to no end. Or maybe once a day or once every other day. No way to tell.

But I have GOT to get some people added on here. Which I might do later-ish. Or right after I'm done.

Okay, so basically, I was born in Seattle, Washington. I moved to Idaho when I was eleven. Back to Seattle when I was 16 or 17. And then I moved back to Idaho last December right before Christmas. Now, I'm in Montana. And, if all goes according to plan, I won't be going back until October. Tomorrow afternoon sometime, we're leaving Montana and going to Colorado. And if everything goes the way it's supposed to, I'll be staying there with Eileen/Vandigo/Retigo/Shoe/Potato.

How do I explain this, though . . . I could make myself sound like a nutjob and say I'm in love with someone I've met online and talked to over the phone almost every day for months on end . . . and have yet to meet them in person.

That about sums it up. And it's the complete truth. I'll either be meeting her tomorrow night or on Friday. I'm excited. And I'm scared. And . . . yeah. I don't know her parents so they intimidate me.

Her dad could change his mind. Say I'm not welcome there. Vandy said it's unlikely. But I still say it's a possibility.

But going will still be worth it, I say. Even if it's just five minutes with Vandy, that kind of time is worth anything to me.

Now if only I could stop being scared shitless and go to sleep.