Looks like another night at home. I’m thrilled, as you can plainly see. I mean, who wouldn’t be? I’m 22, dressed nicely, with makeup on and hair done, and am spending a Friday night sitting at my computer desk.

Forgive me while I go seethe for a while.

So it appears I may have jumped the gun in assuming that I was being blown off, as said in my last post. Apparently her phone was shut off, and just got turned back on today. This is good news for me, meaning that I may not be as unwelcome as I thought! In light of this new development, I may be joining her downtown tonight. She tells me that this Busker Festival… thing… is in town, and it sounds interesting! All I keep thinking of is when I was in Spain, in the Plaza de España, and watching caricature artists, and fire jugglers, and acrobats.

Looking up a link for the Plaza de España made me miss it. I want to go back very badly, and I can only hope that someday I’ll have the opportunity. I want to show Matt. I want to visit all the places again, and see the sights, and take pictures. I want to witness it again, only this time, without a tour guide and 20 other high school students around me. I want to take it all in as it should be taken in, you know?

In other news, my grandma called this afternoon. While I know that I should have answered and had a nice conversation like a perfect little granddaughter, I just couldn’t do it. So I’m going to send her an email either later tonight or tomorrow, if I go out tonight, saying that I saw she called but wasn’t available to answer. I know this sounds horrible, but I have my reasons. I still feel angry. I feel very upset that every single time we talk, I get “When are you coming to visit?” If I tell them the truth, and say it will be quite a while, I get bombarded with questions. We all know how I feel about questions. So, this gets very uncomfortable for me.

What I really want to say when people ask me when I’m coming to visit is “When are YOU coming to visit ME?” I want to tell them that they can’t just expect me to run back to Michigan whenever they feel like seeing me. They can’t expect me to walk away from the life that I’m still trying to build, and go back to a world full of people that I’m just… over.

Anyway, I think I’ll be off to level my shaman some more. She’s so close to 34. I bought her Purple Elekk as motivation to hit 40. Once I hit 30, I tend to lose patience and drive when playing characters, and they get left behind in search of a new, fun, faster-leveling alt. But I really want this one to be 70. I want to raid with her! I want to be a healer, since my priest is shadow!