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 Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 1:52 pm
Welcome to my journal, where I will be documenting my "runaway" episodes. Where I runaway from home for awhile and pretend to be someone else.
Now, before you get worried, it's typically only for a day or a few hours and I always come home. I just like to explore my life and myself by pretending I'm someone different with a different life.
It's all part of my mania...
There will be lots of pictures and most likely shenannigans. And lots of adventure...well maybe not Sacramento is kind of boring.
Posting is okay with me, I don't mind.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 12:30 pm
I'm running away today. It's too beautiful of a day not to enjoy to the fullest!
It has just rained, giving my world a golden glow as the bright, warm sun shines down. Fluffy clouds in the sky, block out the light just enough to make it all bareable. There's a warm breeze lofting through, despite the fact that it's February. But, I guess that's California for you...
I can see the bright light through the cracks in my blinds, and fill me with boundless energy. The sunlight is coursing through my veins and the wind rustling the trees keeps telling me to go; that there is somewhere else I should be right now. That untold adventure is waiting for me, but it won't wait forever.
I'm slipping on my boots and grabbing my scarf, because today something wonderful is going to happen! I can feel it, it the very deepest part of me I can feel the joy and wonder that lies ahead in places unknown!
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 3:53 pm
Today's adventure was wonderful and beautiful.
It cooled down considerably by the time I got to the train station, but the sun still shone brightly behind a thin cover of white cottony clouds.
The sun shine illuminated the shiny glass facades of building in the distant downtown, as I stared down the tracks waiting for my train. It was a beautiful sight as tracks, phone lines and fences all merged into the skyline of the city.
I went and ate lunch at my secret spot by the river, and found my brother had the same idea. We sat and talked about our lives and ideas for a time before parting ways again. I don't see him enough.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 8:27 pm
There was no adventure today...no case of the runaways...
Just an appointment with my new shrink...and meds for my manic-depressive episodes...
Hester is feeling dejected. She tried her hardest, her damnedest, and it wasn't enough. I feel as if I have no voice, even though I'm a moderator. I'm just a girl standing on a soapbox screaming at the despotism.
Why was I even made a mod if only one moderator is going to be listened to? If only her plights are heard? What about everyone else?
If it's one thing that sociology has taught me it's that the needs of the people must be met or the society will fall...without the happiness of the people, there is no society, there is only anarchy.
So that's why Hester feels sad...dejected and...well sad...
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