SOUNDS: Mix - Oasis, Blues Traveler, Foo Fighters, Radiohead, Sugar Ray, Everclear, Third Eye Blind, Bush, Cake

SIGHTS: Welcome to Higby by Mark Dunn

When you were here before~ Couldn't look you in the eye~ You're just like an angel~ Your skin makes me cry~ You float like a feather~ In a beautiful world~ I wish I was special~ You're so fucking special

But I'm a creep~ I'm a weirdo~ What the hell am I doing here?~ I don't belong here

"Creep” - Radiohead

And all the roads we have to walk along are winding~ And all the lights that lead us there are blinding~ There are many things that I would Like to say to you~ I don't know how

"Wonderwall”-Oasis

There is a Witches Meet Up tonight at Applebees at 7:00 p.m. I have RSVP’d. I HAVE to go or else face possible curses (I am, of course, kidding). I want to go. I realize that if I want to meet people, and I do, they are not going to just walk up to my door and say “Hey, I want to meet you cause I have an idea that you are a super cool chick.” I just feel like an idiot in social situations anymore. In high school I had friends of all walks of life. I got along with everybody. Now, I have two really, really wonderful friends but neither one of them live here and they are both patient with my idiocy. Being around people I don’t know just gives me the shakes and brings on total blankness of mind.

I spent so many years living for Ian. Staying at home trying to keep things together. So much wasted time on such a waste. I have become a social moron because of it. But I so crave friends, especially in the craft. I have spent three years reading books and have decided that I wasn’t so much meant to be a total solitary witch. I NEED interaction. I NEED a teacher of sorts.

The fact that the Meet Up is at Applebees hasn’t escaped me either. Ian helped open the restaurant here. He was one of the first hired when it opened. It’s not exactly my favorite place. It seems like I can’t escape him no matter what I try.

Oh well, here’s hoping I don’t puke all over the table due to nerves. Maybe I should have a drink, or two or ten. Wish me luck.