I......hate........ *snaps quill, grabbing another one*............this.......place.  Tigers are..........not......*snaps another one, sighing*

*attempts to collect herself while rummaging for another quill*

Today, I got so mad at being in this new place called Booty Bay.  I was having the difficulties in the finding of a flight master.  I thought I found one.  Nobody was telling me that just because this area is being neutral that each side is having it's OWN flight master.  I went up to talking to this big cowman, and was so angry from my running around trying to find him that I accidentally smacked him.  Well, he, his flying lion thing and many others apparently were offended at my mistaking.  Many a bruising did I get from that scuffle.

Then, I remembering in my travels with Aleriel - that I DID find the flight master that is being friendly to me.

*sighs*

This place IS being beautiful - but big.  And I am seeming even more and more nervous - and making the mistakes.

I tried to apologize to the cowman, but he would having none of it.

I may be admitting, journal thing, but this girl might be needing a vacation, or a breaking from her usual duties.

I thinking, too, I am lonely.

I am not used to these feeling types.

This being new territory - in Booty Bay, and in my minding.

You would be thinking that for an engineer this high tech journaling thing would be easy.

*groans*  And they made me pose for that picture.  They telling me to stop scowling, but am not being so sure I was able.

Therapist and Anger Management Team is saying that this journaling is of benefit.

*shrugs*

Who knows.

So far, I am not so sure I am liking this.

We will see.