Connor

So This is the New Year

Sat, 07 May 2005 05:37:35 GMT

I haven't done a good job of keeping up my journal for the last few months. I suppose I got distracted.

The internship with Nabbit Software went well. They want me to come back next year.

I'm back at school now. Another year... Hope it goes as well as last year. I'm living with Jamie again. We've got an apartment off-campus. His sister Jules is also coming to school with us and living in the apartment. She's kind of hot for me. It's a little strange. I'm not used to girls finding me hot.

Speaking of girls... Salome STILL won't go out with me. She says she's even busier with her night job than she was last year. Maybe she just doesn't want to go out with me. But I'm really drawn to her. There is something special about her.

The nightlife here is even more exciting than last term. I'm out partying almost every night. There are a lot more partiers on campus. It's hectic. And a little freaky.

Still no word from my dad.

Well

Sat, 07 May 2005 05:28:20 GMT

I've tried to contact my dad for days. His entire office building collapse and he and his friends just disappeared. I'm starting to think maybe they didn't survive.

I don't know what to do now. I don't know where to look for him. I don't even know if he wants me to look for him. He told me to go home, to go back to my normal life.

I'm trying, but it's hard. I just keep on thinking about him. What if he didn't get through it all right?

I got a responce from Nabbit Software. I got the internship. Somehow I don't really care about it now.

So I guess I should Explain

Sat, 07 May 2005 05:22:23 GMT

I've never mentioned it in this journal, but I'm adopted. I've known since... Well, forever. I just didn't know the whole situation.

After the car accident, I found out who my real father was. My mother is dead, but my dad... He lives in Los Angeles. I haven't seen him since I found out about him. I don't really want to deal with it, you know? I mean, the Rileys are my parents. This guy is just... Well, this guy.

He came to see me today. He just wanted to have a cup of coffee, find out how I was doing.

Something's not right. I don't think he would do that if something wasn't wrong.

Okay. Business as usual.

Sat, 07 May 2005 05:16:20 GMT

Jamie's freaked out over my mood swings. He says I've changed ever since I got hit by that car. You know, I wish he would understand that getting hit by a car tends to traumatize you.

The reoccurring dreams are gone. It's a relief. It's almost worth all of the trauma I had to go through. I guess I just had to get it out of my system. Still readjusting, but hey, it takes time.

I've started to really enjoy the nightlife here at Stanford. I didn't realize how many people liked to party at night. Sometimes I need to actually intervene. They REALLY like partying. I guess there's just so many tasty co-eds out at night they can't resist it.

It's... Interesting.

Wow

Sat, 07 May 2005 04:14:43 GMT

So that's what it all means. The dreams. The man. The alley. The van.

This is seriously disturbing. I don't really know how to deal with this.

Mom is making me see a therapist. Dr Roberts. Yeah, I'm sure HE'LL understand this.

Jamie's freaked over the way I'm acting, but there is no way I can tell him about it. I don't think I can tell anyone about it.

Huh

Sat, 07 May 2005 04:11:14 GMT

I was hit by a car. Plowed into the garage. I should be dead. But here I am, writing in my LJ.

This really ranks up there on the strange meter.

And the weird keeps on coming.

Sat, 07 May 2005 03:57:02 GMT

Hot purple haired chick is named Salome. Hot purple haired chick also won't go out with me. She says her night job is too demanding. I'll wear her down.

I totally kicked Jamie's ass at hockey. Five times. That'll show him what California guys can do.

My computer froze up yesterday and I put my fist through the wall. And it didn't hurt. Does that sound weird?