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A game finished last night, but more than that, a story finished last night. The story of characters that I love dearly, characters that have taught me new things, characters I’ve laughed and cried with for so long.
Unable to sleep when the game ended at 6am, I had no choice but to get all the thoughts and emotions out of my head. So, for the next two hours until I felt like I could sleep again, I wrote. This is the, as yet unedited, result.
It’s as close as I can come to an epilogue for the story. It’s not very good but, despite the high note on which the game ended, I felt that some kind of future had to be written, just to see where things might end up…
Now it seems strange walking though this house strewn with plates and cups, the debris of a fantastic game session. It feels like I should be living somewhere else, being somewhere else, and these “real” experiences are oddly alien in comparison…
On nights like that when everyone is there, nights that fill me with the joy of having so many friends, nights that seem perfect, I’m almost lost for words… Despite it being a leaving party, it’s not as if we’ll lose touch; so I feel it was okay to revel in the joyous emotion of the evening.
They reckon it’ll hit 28 degrees C today. Summer’s truly here, at last, and I don’t feel that it’s possible for me to be unhappy anymore. Many things begin and end at these times, when it feels like the sun’s heat ignites my wings with light. Despite the endings, we’ve got no choice but to go out on a high note, and that’s the way things always should be.
Second year lectures finish in: 3 hours.
Jo’s Birthday BBQ in: 6 hours.
Andy’s leaving party in: 8 hours.
Final BMH game in: 28 hours.
I felt compelled to write something, as I often do at 3am when it’s beginning to get light outside and I really should be sleeping instead. But I wrote anyway. It’s not long enough to constitute a real story, but if you’re interested please take a look anyway. Please bear in mind this hasn’t been edited, and I’m not exactly at my best at 3am…
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Ho-hum. Yes. Well.
I have to concede that I thought it was… alright.
I only had four hours’ sleep, but I feel fine. And, although I have exams in a week and an addictive MMORPG to play, I’m bored.
Now I realise that, as always, these courses that I spent upwards of 50 hours each on are all reducible to a few A4 sides of common sense.
The powers of my garden are infecting me (very in-jokey). Behold, probably not the originally intended use for sloganiser.net’s services, but definitely the most immature.
As in, the act of being busy. Dear gods am I busy. And I haven’t even started revising yet…
Also, Guild Wars is fantastic ^_^
Also, my hard disk died this morning. Goodbye 8,000 MP3s, 50GB of anime, 4GB of wallpapers…
Also, and finally this time, there are memes. The left-hand one being scary. The fact it gives all those quite stunningly accurate answers… from questions solely about animals. WTF?!
Somehow, this place feels uneasy at the moment… Like we’re all a bit on edge. And I don’t know why.
I’m not sure why, but today… as rain drizzles to the ground outside, and the house feels cold and lonely… I’m feeling angsty again, despite the season. It’s the first time in a long time that everyone else has been busy; except for me, sitting on my own, doing nothing. I guess I should watch anime or play games or something, but that just feels like escaping…