My Anti Drug

After being alerted I missed a few blog posts, here I am. Obviously I survive Nightmare House on Avalon. I will be contacting my boss about the conditions since that's where they make temporary international help live. I will be bringing assorted mystical protection back with me the day after tomorrow and every overnight I must spend there.

In other news. Nine days till I spend a week with my sweetheart.

Peter Pan may have screwed himself over.

And, at last, my replacement PS3 has come to me. This is the cause of my mysterious absence. That and anti allergy meds that have finally eliminated my awful cough.

I have been catching up on games and sleep.

Thus the title. Video games. My Anti drugs. Because all my spare cash already goes to a cause to help me escape reality.

Thursday Night

So um. I'm working the Avalon Run. More trips. New people. Less phone time until I know their stance on phone use.

That said the overnight residence feels like a horror movie.

Lunar Cycle

So it would appear the gloomyness of my last post was more or less based on my body being miffed at me for not making a baby. Stupid period.

"Why would women faint at the sight of blood? They see more of it then men."-Paraphrased from Ygritte.

Anonymous Tumblr Mom: A girl becomes a woman when she gets blood on her favorite pants. It doesn't have to be hers.

Mom is worried about me and my future. She thinks I am isolated. She's worried I would remain isolated in Texas.

If she means I would be a social introvert who prefers to stay in then go out, she's right. This will be true wherever I wind up living.  But this does not make me sad little Drew Barrymore in Never Been Kissed. I do not make cushions and talk to my tortoise. I talk to numerous friends online via Skype, Facebook, and Tumblr. I prefer fantasy lives in Minecraft, Fallout, and Dungeons and Dragons. I write, I read, I game.

I do not live a lonely or sad life. I am only upset of late because of the Hell House, the Crypt Keeper, a job I resent, and misunderstandings with Dad.

Therefore I shall now list her primary concerns about Texas.

+Red State with Bigots and Politics

+Lack of people when I am in need

+Different teaching license credentials

+Healthcare

+You can't move based on one person

So here are my counter arguments:

+Our current area is full of conservative Bigots. Even on my age range. If I was inclined to socializing, this would be impossible.

+I have two people in the area who can help me in times of need. Maybe. If (When) I relocate to Texas, I will have my bae, and it seems like a decent portion of their family and them are close.

+I don't want to teach anymore. I would not move before I could get a job anyway. +Either full time benefits or potential marriage would give me that. Not to mention I have been been perpetually trapped in health insurance hell since August where we are.

+I moved down here for one person. Her.

I have been very introspective of late. Where I build a life and plant roots to grow, I will likely have limited community support. However I am not alone. The idea that began this blog planted that thought.

My friends are not physically close. But I do not make friends in person often. My network is on the world wide web. Short of a societal collapse, I'll be okay.

In just 2 weeks I will be flying down to Texas to be with my Dragon for our six month anniversary, Valentines Day, and a week containing those two dates. While there it sounds like they will be taking me to a fair of sorts. When I arrive we will go to Walmart to pick up a few things and maybe Montage. Anniversary dinner on 12th. On Valentines Day Deadpool then home made tacos for dinner. And I am told there will be a fair in town.

Long story short I will be getting a feel for the area.

Blech

I was planning to write about my favorite space gay boys (Poe Dameron and Finn. Fite me.) but as usual the Hell House stifled my writing ability. Namely the land lady I will now dub the crypt keeper.

For some reason she is unable to consider using my phone to leave messages. Instead she finds it much more productive to use my mother as the messenger for her passive aggressive notifications.

Yesterday while I cleaned in my room and watched the snow fall Mom reluctantly carried the message to let me know I was to partake in snow removal today. Annoying because I planned to anyway

More annoying because apparently she had a specific time in her mind of when I was supposed to rise to help. She did not share this information.

... And from there the work day sucked so my motivation is gone. I resent my job. I resent my boss. I resent the lack of other available jobs. Theres a time share or resort or something hiring. Slight reduction in pay but standard schedule and way into the idea of land based.

Millenial Me

Friday

It is Friday Morning. I have tomorrow off. And I thank the gods for role play and Minecraft to keep me sane.

That said today's post is going into rant mode.

My generation is technically millenial. A millenial is not someone who is inherently rich or bratty, but simply someone who wasn't 18 yet when we entered the new Millennium.

My generation has been called lazy and apathetic. We have been mocked for continuing to live with our parents after school or taking jobs with minimum wage pay.  We are told if we just didn't buy so much stuff or live so fancy. We are told not to he depressed, just to feel better. Anyone who doesn't succeed is lazy. Why are we so loud and opinionated?  Why are we all obese? Whats our obsession with video games?

Let me tell you about me.

I was a motivated (anxiety driven) Honor Roll through high school student. The only reason I got through college is because my grandfather paid for my schooling. Because my father made over 70k a year and we were middle class there was no financial aid available to me.  Despite minimal student loans being taken, 125 dollars each month go to paying off around sixteen grand in debt.

Lets not get into how much I owe my parents for car repairs.

I make less then 20k a year. I'm the most well paid in my group of friends and among my peers.

I bring home 300 a week on average. One third is gone with rent. 20 on gas, frequently more. Because my rental situation is hostile about the kitchen, I eat junk or out. Either my costs or my pant size goes up. Or both.

To eat well is expensive. After my trip I'm going to log every cent of my check to see where it all goes.

I know when I need car repairs I want to die.

Despite a Bachelor's degree, I can't get a salary position. Its risky to consider leaving my job because I need to move. Between the two of us my mother and I can contribute 1400 to rent and utilities. We still can't find a new place to live.

I play video games, read books, binge TV Shows and movies, and buy tech so I don't dwell on where America is as a nation and the rut my life is stuck in.

My fancy new 300 dollar phone? I saved for it. By getting it for me I could give my mother my functional old one because hers was a devil turd. Thus I saved her money by buying something I wanted anyway.

That 300 dollars was not making the difference between a new residence or not.  But the new phone has made my pass times so much easier.

Lets not even get into my being female.

Much of my generation is depressed and understandably so. The country our grand parents gave our parents was distressing, and what we may inherit is worse. We don't know what to do with our lives when being our best gives us minimal boosts in life.  I am among the lucky ones who can wrap myself in fictional fantasies and stave off my harsh reality.

Others can't.

My peers don't live with their parents because they want to. They lack options. With a degree I can compete for minimum wage Jobs-usually part time. The very lucky ones like me can get full time for a few dollars more.

It is not enough for rent.

So don't ask why my generation and beyond are so off track.

Its because the previous generations didn't take care of the track.

The Day After DnD

So sorry about missing another day. More Mine Craft. And last night was Dungeons and Dragons. Which is pretty awesome. I am playing a lawful neutral Halving sorceress who appears to have a connection to dragons. Also soul brother Frodo is running the campaign so its an epic tale.

Mine Craft is very consuming. That said it also eats boredom and leads to me not eating because I am bored.

Okay so thats life.

Also in 19 Days I fly to Texas to see my Beloved Dragon.

Still Alive

Long  story short I started playing Mine Craft after Supper.

It is now 1 pm.