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Jan. 25th, 2008 05:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thewingedword In order to obtain an ID from the state, I needed my original birth certificate, passport, social security card, school ID, and two other proofs of residence such as bills or pay stubs. The hell, seriously, there should not be that much paperwork nor that many trips involved. On the upside, I think I managed to take a moderately-attractive picture despite the blinding flash and stark backdrop; only time will tell. I also under-reported my weight (only by four pounds!), which may well be the sign that I am truly an adult.
I also registered to vote, which was comparatively ridiculously easy. I felt like the act should have some weight to it, some sort of emotional impact, but I just felt numb and a little cold. Such is the grim influence of government buildings.
Life continues same. I pine, like a bad romance novel heroine, but keep my mouth shut like a good friend, because no-one but me needs to deal with the details of my tortured teenaged soul. It's enough to know that sometimes I am fine and sometimes I am not, and that this situation will likely remain the same for some time, since there is nothing to be done. I truly apologize for inflicting my angst on everyone, but there's honestly no alternative.
I really, really want to go see Cobra Starship tomorrow, and it's actually going to happen! Great music, teensy tiny bar venue, and I get to stare at Vicky T all I want. \o/
I'm alone in my house right now. It's making me a little paranoid and a lot lonely. When did I get so fucking dependant on people? I think maybe if I can stop needing to be around people so much, that would solve at least two of my problems are once. Hmmm.
I also registered to vote, which was comparatively ridiculously easy. I felt like the act should have some weight to it, some sort of emotional impact, but I just felt numb and a little cold. Such is the grim influence of government buildings.
Life continues same. I pine, like a bad romance novel heroine, but keep my mouth shut like a good friend, because no-one but me needs to deal with the details of my tortured teenaged soul. It's enough to know that sometimes I am fine and sometimes I am not, and that this situation will likely remain the same for some time, since there is nothing to be done. I truly apologize for inflicting my angst on everyone, but there's honestly no alternative.
I really, really want to go see Cobra Starship tomorrow, and it's actually going to happen! Great music, teensy tiny bar venue, and I get to stare at Vicky T all I want. \o/
I'm alone in my house right now. It's making me a little paranoid and a lot lonely. When did I get so fucking dependant on people? I think maybe if I can stop needing to be around people so much, that would solve at least two of my problems are once. Hmmm.
