Common Ground I feel so incredibly tired right now, I'm having trouble focusing. Ehh, not good at all. So basically today besides eating some of those chocolates Chris gave me :) I did a little net surfing. I've been trying to find a community to join that's not dead and filled with people I can easily relate too. I was surprised there are only three Stargate communities here. There are plenty of other communities and I'm not sure if I want to join them. I think I'd just like to find a place to fit. You know, since same interests usually bring people together. I'm surprised how much more active the LJ is compared to the ones here. I'm not that disappointed, really. Just wondering where everyone is.
Well, either way, I'd like to make some new friends. At least I'm not as lonely as I used to be and it's become a lot easier for me to respond to people I didn't know at first. But, that doesn't mean I'm still not cautious. It really takes me a while to be comfortable with someone before I know what kind of friend they are. Not that I don't really trust people; I'd like to, it's just how I am. Sort of like when you get new sneakers, that at first feel alright but you haven't broken them in yet. Like that, I guess. So yeah...that's me. My eyes feel like they're burning which means I should probably lay down a while. Ugh, I hate that feeling. And I'm still thinking about those stories although now I've seen all these RP and fanfic places here, maybe I'll save anyone who reads this their sanity and join one of those. I really don't know at this point. Haha. Now a poem:
Ode to O'Neill He was a good man, who led the SG-1 team
But now forever frozen in ice it seems
Unless by some miracle he can be released
The worst of the Goa'uld may be unleashed
Carter He teased me so much so I teased him back
Though we could never see what lacked
From our relationship that we could not have
Now O'Neill has left us to save our land
JacksonThough he was a pain when we first met
O'Neill was there always as our back-up net
In times of trouble or times of greed
We kicked those aliens' butts with him fully!
Teal'cO'Neill was my friend who I've stayed loyal
Supporting him during times of distressing toil
But now that he's gone I don't know what to do
For my logic falls flat on the other two
And so O'Neill rests in his chilling block of ice
Until he's set free like once-caught mice
With SG-1 not knowing what to do for him
O'Neill rests staring always back at them
Alright, alright, I'm going now. That poem was meant to be serious but I guess I made it a little comical, huh? Ahh, writer at heart. What can I do? Hopefully I'll find someting soon so there can be others who appreciate my work as well! And I'm off! Until then.......:P
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