It ends with a lousy Claire cliff hanger?

I can’t say I regret watching the series - season one and three made it more than worth while - but season four’s writing, character development, and ending makes me wonder if the writers were Haitianed after every volume.

After becoming so attached to the characters, it’s disappointing to realize that in the Heroes universe, there are no consequences. Volume after volume, characters whose death may have lent a bit of integrity to show, were saved by writers using the “Specials” as a crutch. In S4, HRG is saved by Tracy’s water transportation, which we didn’t know she could do. I would have been devastated to see HRG die in Claire’s arms, but if he had, the pay off would have been an emotion-rich Claire/Samuel face off. But of course, he couldn’t die because no one does and as a result …

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How do you make new friends in a place where everyone is busy? In college it’s easy to make friends, but now, out of college, in the grown up world, no one seems to make new friends - either they’re always your friends or you just make friends with coworkers… 

I made friends with coworkers, but none of us know the area or know anyone in the area to help us find things to do. Life is pretty boring lately. I feel like something has to give soon.

Nine intense days of kids left me in a bit of a blur so these five days off have flown by.

This morning I woke up and had this weird feeling, couldn’t really get a deep breath or feel satisfied with my breathing. I felt cooped up in my hotel room, but not in the mood to go out or do anything. Tried a dozen relaxation techniques and nothing really worked - I just stayed antsy but unmotivated. Not sure what is/was bugging me. But I am happy to say blasting ALO, opening the windows, drinking orange tea with lemon, and a few eucalyptus cough drops has solved whatever issue I’m having. 

Oh and my new scholars come tomorrow. Yay for being busy again, I missed the feeling of structure :]]

Halfway through South Carolina and the only thing keeping me going is the thought of South of the Border in North Carolina and Dinosaur World in Virginia.

Sombrero clad brontosaurs then more brontosauruses.

Certainly just expected. Mom has locked the keys in the car, won’t stop saying “I need a damn cigarette,” and was late by… oh about four hours.

I can never fall asleep anymore, so much worry haunting my mind refusing to subside not even for a moment just so I can find some peace. The boy is snoring, passed out after too many drinks to notice I can’t fall asleep. I scroll through Facebook reading the latest news about the people I have interacted with, learning about birthdays I didn’t care to remember and notifications from people who are more strangers than friends. Nothing really matters until I read a post from a high school friend to another friend of an engagement. An engagement to an ex boyfriend of mine from years and years ago. And it struck a strange cord with me, these people, people who I’ve loved now are getting married. So many people I know are mister and misses, but I’m not even remotely able to image myself as those people or in their shoes. I couldn’t do it.

Because I need to be in D.C. on June 5. 

But I haven’t packed, paid my bills, booked a hotel room, sent my paperwork, or bought my flight. Haven’t determined what I am supposed to bring, who I will meet, or where I will meet them. 

In other words, I am manic right now.