Sleep Deprived
I babysat from 7 p.m yesterday until 4 a.m this morning, and I’m exhausted. I’m up, however, because I just can’t fall back asleep. Don’t you hate that? When you’re really tired but you just can’t sleep? I hate that. The kids were good though, the toddler was in bed by nine and the baby was already asleep when I got there. All I really had to do was put Tyler to bed and be bored because I didn’t know how to work the T.V. and had already finished my book. Next time, I’m going to ask Joe and Melissa (the parents) how to work their T.V.
I have a kazillion things on my mind today, which is probably why I can’t sleep. I still haven’t really started my Christmas shopping yet - and Christmas is Next Monday so I really need to get started on that, and fast. I’m thinking about going on Wednesday before I go to the Sunrise Meeting - if I have the time that is. We’re supposed to come up with a shitload of ideas for the New Years Weekend. I’m running on empty though, I can’t think of anything that’s creative!
This Friday is the Volunteer Apperication dinner, which I’ve managed to talk my lovely partner in crime into going. Afterwards, all the “cool” volunteers are going to catch a movie. Nifty can’t go to that - he works at 10. After the movie though, I might drag everybody to Denny’s. I know I won’t see Nifty, but I’ve got a mad craving for mozzerella sticks!
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On a completely different note, Josephine is still trying my patience. I try so hard to be nice to her but she’s a bitch and extremely rude. I am her Secret Santa, if I wanted to, I could get her the shittiest gift around. In the end, I’ll get her something really cool like possibly a purse so she stops stealing mine that she’s been wanting. Why did I have to pick the most ungrateful, spoiled person in the family? Why!!!! The only ideas she’s given me have been expensive! Like an iPod, darling, I can’t afford a 60 cent hot chocolate at the school, what makes you think I can afford an iPod?
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11:55 am |
Little Things that Irritate Me
I’ve decided to start my own little meme-ish type thing that’s probably already been started before. Pick 7 things that irritate the hell out of you, post them, and pass it on to seven people. I know it’s not a really creative meme, I just needed yet another way to complain about things and figured a meme is a pretty damn good excuse.
1) My sticky-fingered sister, Josephine who happens to be the spawn of Satan, helping herself to my things. She thinks she has a right to them, so she helps herself whenever she needs something. She doesn’t ask first and when she gets caught doing it, she throws a shit fit. Did I mention she ends up getting here way? That’s number one on my list.
2) Crazy Bus Driver Man. I think he’s dying, or near dead, or possibly even already dead. Every new school year, it appears he gets dumber. I don’t remember ever having a problem with the heat last year, or the year before that, when he was semi-normal. Crazy Bus Driver Man has lost his marbles, and it wouldn’t surprise me if he drove us all into a ditch one day.
3) The lockdown process. It doesn’t seem affective at all. Either way, if that ever happened, we’d all be screwed. You’re supposed to lock your classroom door, pull down the blinds (if you have them) and hide away from windows and doors in the dark, while keeping low to the floor. All cell phones are to be taken off the students and put on the teacher’s desks so they won’t attempt to call home and ruin the airwaves for the police. So what if the guy who’s the threat is already in your room? Then what? HUHHH?? Let’s just keep JD away from sharp objects.
4) Holiday Shopping. I hate malls usually, and I can’t stand them during the holidays. Everybody rushes around and pushes you out of the way in order to get to the sales rack because everyones a bunch of cheap asses and even if they could afford to not buy cheap things, they do anyway. Leaving nothing inexpensive for me to get the people on my lists, seeing as I actually am poor. Jerks. Not to mention, screw you asshole to the person who shoved me into a table thing and hurt my knee. Owie.
5) MSN. I have about 200 people on my contacts, 100 of which never come online. At most 50 will be online. And they will all want to talk to me at the same time. I dislike this, very much. I never feel in the “MSN chatting mood” unless it’s someone I’d want to talk to normally. OH! And there’s Josephine’s little friend that added me for the soul purpose of using me as an answering machine. The only time she talked to me was to ask me where Jo was and to tell me to tell her to call her. Um, hello? Fuck off. Call the house. I freaked on her today though and she blocked me. Heh.
6) Myspace and that stupid “an unexpected error has occured”. WTF, fix the stupid error already! Not to mention, theres the millions of robots who add me, or the horndogs who think I’m hot or something stupid like that. This is my public service announancement regarding myspace: I do not accept friend invites from anyone I haven’t met in person and enjoyed talking to. If I didn’t like you when I met you, I won’t accept you. Simple as that. So please stop sending me 50 messages asking me why. It’s pretty obvious: you’re annoying. Shut up.
7) Eating out - and no, don’t think that way you perves! I mean going out to a restaurant for what you think will be a good dinner, and then getting disappointed because its either undercooked, overcooked, or it just sucks ass. Take East Side Marios for example: we went there a couple days ago. The food and service suck. It used to be pretty damn good, or maybe I was just too young to have my own opinion about it. We paid a lot of money for shitty food. I want to go to a restaurant that has good food and good service, one that doesn’t have recipes based on how inexpensive and fast it is. If I wanted fast food, I would go to McDonalds, kay thanks.
Now, I’ve decided to tag Avitable, Charred, NYC Watchdog, Vulgar Wizard, Kentucky Girl, Amanda, and my friend, JD, who’s recently gotten back into blogging. I picked those people because I would like to piss them off with yet another meme find out what really irritates them - so I can be sure not to do it. Plus I don’t think any of them will kill me? Maybe? Hah. Granted, I bet “Miss Misery’s memes” will be one of the 7 things that annoys each and every one of them.
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5:31 pm |
So Sweet
I just got back from my boyfriend’s house. Seems like whenever we’re together, the time goes by so quickly. Every other day the time drips by slowly, and no matter what I do I can’t seem to make it go by faster. It’s vise versa for whenever I’m with Nifty, but I guess that’s how things work out.
There was an incident today though. Nifty and I were rough housing and he pushed me off the couch and my foot cramped up. I hate it when my foot cramps up, it’s so painful! It was really embarrassing for me, because it’s very difficult to restrain the tears. Nifty was cool about it though, he went and got me one of those electrical heating pads and wrapped it around my foot and held it in his lap. The last time this happened in front of a boyfriend, he soon after dumped me. Cramped feet and legs are just a sneak peak into the future. Nifty knows me well enough to know where my train of thought was, though, and he said: “Promise me something? Don’t you dare think that this is going to affect my feelings for you. I still love you.” It was really, really sweet.
After leaving the heat pad on for like 10 minutes, we went into the livingroom to watch a movie and wait for the pizza we ordered. Nifty put my feet up on a pillow on the coffee table and got me a blanket, which was really sweet. At first I thought he was only going out of his way to make me comfortable because he wanted to play Zelda but he didn’t, and we watched Christmas with the Kranks or something; it was pretty funny. Then we wrapped gifts and that was basically our night, because Nifty has to work tonight. Poor guy, taking care of me when he should be sleeping and resting before working an overnight. Isn’t that adorable?
Kay so I’m done gushing. I figured I haven’t done that in a while, and consider it a holiday treat. I just found the whole thing to be embarrassingly sweet and considerate.
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11:29 pm |
Bad Mood
I’m practically always in a bad mood, I don’t know why. Probably because stupid people piss me off, and when I do get pissed off I don’t bother hiding it. There are so many people on my FOAD list for this week, and sitting on top of that list is my sisters.
I love my sisters, but sometimes I really hate them. I can’t say FOAD to them because I only mean the FO part of that, but they never listen. They continue to push me until I snap on them and say something I regret only a mere instant after saying it. The difference between myself and them is that they don’t regret anything they’ve said to me, but I regret things I’ve said to them. For the past week, Kathrynn’s been unbearable. I don’t know what her problem has been lately, but she’s taken it out on me. Last night, we got into a fight and I told her that the presentation she did on me wasn’t going to justify being a bitch to me for the rest of the time. To which she replied “I didn’t right that for you! I respect you for how you carry yourself with this disease but I don’t think you do anything else to deserve my respect!” (or something like that) which hurt, a lot. She and Josephine were teaming up on me practically all night long. So FO dearest sisters, and learn when to shut up.
FOAD Crazy Bus Driver Man, I am so extremely sick of the everyday battle with the heat. Why is it so hard for you to understand that we do not want to be roasted alive while taking the bus? Why haven’t you learned our habits yet, and why haven’t you accepted the fact that we do not like the heat on full blast, or on at all for that matter? Why is everyday a raging war with the “on/off” bullshit that we all detest with a passion?
FOAD yearbook people, who yet again are filling the yearbook with pictures of only your “popular” friends. Why is it that every yearbook must contain the “yearbook people”, the people who are always in the yearbook, without fail, just because they have friends in high places? Why not show a little more school spirit and show the “outcasts” in the yearbook? Wouldn’t that be funner? Portraying our school as a united school?
FOAD dumbass school librarian, for accusing me of having four overdue library books when I know for a fact that I didn’t, seeing as I took out a book on Monday and was told that I do not have any overdue books. I bet you felt like a moron when you went to “recheck” on the computer and discovered that it wasn’t me, HA! Not to mention, FOAD for always kicking me out of the library because “you have a class and need all of the computers”, because I come back…and I see that there are always at least 3 free computers that I could be using to work on my English assignment but can’t because you have a class and cannot watch my bad ass while I’m online. Because, you know, I need that. As I’m totally surfing porn when I go on the computer.
FOAD guidence computers, for always, always saying I don’t exist and therefore cannot be logged into the school system. I do exist because my password works just fine on the computers in the library which I can never use because Dumbass Librarian always has a class in the library (even when he doesn’t).
That’s about it, surprisingly. Oh, and I was describing the creature thing Mark saw a couple nights ago to Matt B, and he said it sounded like a chupacabra. Don’t ask, just read the “supposed appearances”. I don’t know if it is or not (seeing as it’s only been seen in Latin America), but man that’s fucked.
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4:42 pm |
Grin and Bear It
I just wanted to thank everyone for their really sweet comments yesterday. They certainly managed to brighten my mood, and I’m really pleased to hear I’m not a total wack job. I know that everyone has bad days, and even bad weeks, and theres no way I would have given up on anything. That would just be letting the bad stuff beat me, which I wouldn’t allow. Blogging about that sort of thing makes me feel a little better, and I guess it’s more healthy then keeping it all bottled up.
Yes, I’m home yet again from school today, but this time it’s completely not my fault. I blame my peer helping employer. She had pink eye last week, and came to school with it. Nifty calms this is illegal and I should sue her for coming to school with a highly contagious disease that one can get just by merely being in the same room as someone who has it. I’m just going to have a chat with my co-op teacher, and tell him any hours I missed because of having pink eye shouldn’t count seeing as it was my employer who had given it to me and if it wasn’t for her coming to school when she had it, then I would be at school and not have pink eye.
Something really fucked up happened last night, and I really hope that nobody thinks I’m crazy after this post because I’m 100% positive it happened. We made Mark swear on his grandparents (who really mean a lot to him and who passed away a couple years ago). Yeah, it was harsh, but we needed to know if he was joking or not.
Mark went out to his car last night around 8:45 pm to get a sheet for math that he needed to complete his homework. He didn’t end up getting the sheet, he ran inside scared shitless because he had seen something that he described as around 4 feet tall, broad shoulders, no neck, long arms and short legs. As soon as he saw the thing that looked to be a small person, it scurried away on two feet, hoping and sort of dragging one of its legs. After a long interrogation, we called my dad to come home because we were creeped out. Dad had just left ten minutes before to go to his friends house for a while, but he came right back and checked around the house with Mark. Then he called in to report it as a “bear siting”.
My instinct tells me that whatever it is, it wasn’t a bear. Logically, a bear would be way bigger standing on two legs than just 4 feet. If startled, it would run away on four legs in order to escape faster. Am I right? I don’t know what it is, but I know it wasn’t a bear. Why the hell would it run away on two legs if it was? What the fuck kind a bear would do that?
Later that night when I tried to go to sleep, I was literally frozen with fear. I couldn’t remember if I had locked my window. I didn’t want whatever it was climbing through and killing me in my sleep. I finally got up the courage to go find my dad, but he wasn’t home. I had to brave my fear and do it myself. It was lucky I thought about it, because my window was unlocked. From now on, it stays locked. Firmly.
So anyway, enough of my crazy babble. Here’s a meme I stole from KG because I thought it would be fun to fill out:
Four Guilty Pleasures in Reading:
1. All the Harry Potter books - I loved them. Simply put, I just couldn’t put them down.
2. Cosmopolition - Yeah, I read Cosmo. I need to know how to, er, please my man? (jokes Karen, jokes.)
3. A lot of the Nora Robert’s books - They’re good if you’re ever in the mood for a romance novel with a decent plot. I warn ya though: the sex scenes grow very boring because they’re practically the same in every book - and like 8 pages long. That’s the only bad part.
4. Ann-Marie MacDonald books - I’m a new fan. I just started reading Fall On Your Knees and I love it. It’s so fucked up, but that’s one of the best parts.
Four Guilty Pleasures in Movies:
1. The Chronicals of Narnia - the new one that is. I was madly obsessed with William Moseley for a while there. Anyone remember that stage of my life? (Looking back, I’m such a frigging tool. I blame the pain killers for making my kooky.)
2. Seven Brides for Seven Brothers - I love watching this movie when I go to my granny’s. You’ll never see me admit it though. I’m quite fond of the other musicals in her collection too - just not Hello Dolly. Hate that one.
3. All the classic Disney Movies - I was really pissed off when Kathrynn gave them away. I miss them.
4. All the Harry Potter Movies - I used to think Daniel Radcliffe was sexy. He was my movie star obsession crush before William Moseley.
Four Guilty Pleasures in Music:
1. Country - I love most of the new country music. Don’t like bluegrass though.
2. Emo - yeah, I listen to Bullet for My Valentine and Breaking Benjamin. So what??
3. Hip Hop - Some of it. I can only stand it if I’m in a dancing kind of mood. But I still know all of the “newest” hits thanks to my sisters.
4. Pop - Yeah, that’s right. I’m a sucker for a cheesy romantic pop song. Not pop as in Britney Spears, more like the new comers.
Four Guilty Pleasures in TV:
1. Desperate Housewives - I’m a big fan of DH. I watch it every Sunday and I have all the seasons.
2. Grey’s Antamony - I’m a huge fan of Grey’s Antamony. I’d rather poke my eye out with a rusty spoon then miss it. I watch it every damn Thursday without fail - unless someone tapes it for me if I have to go out.
3. Family Guy - Yeah…I think it’s funny.
4. CSI - Always manages to pull me right in and keep me guessing through out the entire show.
Four Guilty Pleasures in Video Games:
1. Neopets - I too am a fan. I’ve had my account for three years. Hey! Don’t judge, I bet you play too 
2. The Sims (PC) - I have basically all the worthwhile expansion packs, even the one with the love bed. Let me tell ya, hours of entertainment for me.
3. ATV Off Road - I love those kinds of PS2 games, and as soon as I figure out how to work my PS2 again, I’ll go back to playing.
4. Final Fantasy - I used to be obsessed with this game, I played it like every minute of the day. It’s the best video game I’ve ever played.
Four Guilty Pleasures in Food:
1. Russian Dressing - I drink it. I have a little bit of salad with it. I absolutely love it. I don’t care if it gives me the shits, I love it.
2. Chocolate anything - I love chocolate. I don’t care if I get fat, I’ll never give it up!
3. Buttered Toast - simple yet it’s my favourite breakfast food. I love it.
4. Pasta anything - BIG pasta fan right here. I won’t ever give that up either, not for all the money in the world. I love pasta with the deepest passions of my soul! (over dramatic much?)
Four Guilty Pleasures in Drink:
1. Hot Chocolate - I love it when my granny makes it, using just milk. Tastes soo good.
2. English Breakfast tea - I’ve now wooed Nifty with it. He loves it too. We are EB tea people.
3. A&W Rootbeer - You will never see me going on about any drink as I do my A&W Rootbeer. It’s the only soda pop that makes me truly happy.
4. Frappacionos from Starbucks - Only the Banana Strawberry Cream kind. I love them. I highly doubt I spelt it right though.
Holy shite people, that was a long post. Sorry bout that. But those are my guilty pleasures and what’s going on in my world today.
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12:40 pm |
Miss Misery Has Lost Her Smile
Warning: This post contains very scattered thoughts, feelings, and events.
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Every day seems to be too much, like a huge weight crushing down on my chest, full of responsibilities and things I need to do. I’m pushing myself harder and harder all the time, trying to finish the things I need to do but not enjoying anything at all. I broke down today, not as much as I would have liked to if I had to embarrass myself, but enough to be sent home after I started crying in front of Mrs. D.
I had booked an appointment with one of the really nice guidence counsellors, Mrs. D. I don’t know why I booked it, probably to just get out of peer helping. Maybe to talk about what I’m supposed to do if I have that surgery, maybe to do what I did all along. When I got there, I tried to explain how I was feeling. It was so difficult, and it’s even difficult to explain it now on my blog, even with the anonymity of the internet. But this is how I’ve been feeling: mentally exhausted. I don’t know why either, it’s not like I do anything important with my days. But I still feel trapt within my self and every day is a tiresome battle of me fighting to get out. I’ve stopped caring about my grades, even though they’re really good. I’m picking fights with my friends, and everyone’s getting sick of me. I’m trying to take down the walls that I had built before but I seem to be building more and more, and they’re stronger and thicker.
I’m stressed out to my peak. I have a thousand things that need to be done and I can’t seem to care enough to start any of them. All I want is to curl up into a small ball and sleep the winter away. I would say my life, but I’m not sure I want to go that far. Maybe I’d just like to sleep high school away.
Tears come easily to my eyes all the time now. Brought on by the stupidiest of things. I try with all my might to hold them in, but they pour out anyway. I’m terrified I’m going to fuck up the really good things I have going now, like my relationship with Nifty. He’s so caring and understanding, and when I’m with him I never feel the way I do now. He really is the best thing in my life right now; one of the rare people who can still bring a real smile to my face. I rarely get to see him though, and when I do and when he has to leave it’s so hard for me to say goodbye. I miss him more and more everytime. I miss the happiness I feel with him. I hate relying on him to make me happy because it puts such pressure on him, and I want more then anything to make myself happy. I don’t know how to do that. And some people are going to suggest breaking up with him to do it, but I already know that it wouldn’t work. I’d just loose the best thing I ever had. Which isn’t only a boyfriend, but also a very, very good friend. He can read me like no one else can and with a single hug he can put everything back in place again.
But I’m scared that maybe I’m too mentally unstable to be in any kind of relationship, seeing as I always manage to do something to screw it up. I screw things up so much because I hate myself, and I hate myself because I screw things up. It’s a never ending circle of trying to rise above the darkness and then not even knowing for sure if there is a darkness. Maybe it’s all in my head.
I’ve lost close friends, and the friends I do have I don’t feel I could burden them with all of this. How do I know if they would really actually care? Only after I told them, and after they told the world and smirked and laughed about what a fucked up person I am. Which is why I’m glad to have these “online friends”, for if they talk about me with disgust then it doesn’t really matter because I can’t hear them doing it.
I hate this body, I hate this mind. I hate the never ending surgeries and the never ending worries and the never ending pains. I hate letting people down because I’m not brave enough or strong enough to take it anymore. I hate struggling to get up every morning, doing it for everyone but myself. I hate hurting Nifty and everyone else with my constant doubting of everything; my constant waiting for the bottom to fall out, and I know that if it does then I’ll only have myself to blame. And I really, really hate feeling this way when I don’t have it bad at all.
I’m sorry everyone, for this sulking post of me complaining about everything. I guess I’m just a coward who’s too afraid to face their own reflection.
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1:11 pm |
I’ve Got This
At the advice of several follow bloggers, I was finally able to figure out how this Blog Explosion thing works. I don’t intend to spend a lot of time on it and fuss over it though, I just figured it would be an interesting way to discover more blogs to read for my entertainment.
High school really is headed down hill fast. I’m just plain fed up with everything concerning it. All I can say is I’m glad school’s over for today and I’m dreading going back tomorrow. Although I seem to be mending my friendships with Kyla and Caitlin, which is good.
I don’t know why everytime I try to mend one broken friendship, I end up screwing up three more. Is there no end to this drama? I guess not. I’m trying to follow everyones advice about how it doesn’t matter when your out of high school, but the fact of the matter is I am in high school still, so it does matter…just a little [even though I hate admitting it].
But anyway, I’m off to watch a movie with the boyfriend.
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7:42 pm |
Speaking of Exploding…
I can’t for the life of me figure out how to work blogexplosion. It’s so frustrating! I’ve got my little thumbnails all set up, but now what? How the hell do I use this piece of crap? I’ve been on it for an hour trying to figure out this point system thing, and I’m contemplating just putting it on the back burner until someone can explain it to me. I don’t see that happening anytime soon though.
I finally got to see Shannon’s engagement ring - it’s beautiful. It fits her so perfectly! She came over for dinner tonight with Nelson, and it was our first time seeing them since they got engaged at the end of November - it was a little surreal. Okay, it was a lot surreal, but that’s alright. I’m sure I’ll get used to the idea that one of us is getting married.
Today wasn’t as boring as yesterday - thankfully. I slept most of the day, instead of spending it surfing through people’s blogs, desperately trying to find something I hadn’t previously read to keep me from going insane with boredom.
I made plans with Nifty for tomorrow, and because I’m a lazy twit very busy and have yet to go for my license, I had to ask my mom if she would pick him up after school (he’ll have his full license in March sometime hopefully, he already has a car so yay). Oh yeah, that’s going to be some hot date - but it’s better then not seeing him. However, she was a little annoyed because Josephine already demanded that she pick her up around nine from Jay’s house. She almost said no because of it, which pissed me off because Josephine got to see Jay on Friday and all of Saturday while I haven’t seen Nifty since Wednesday. I know it’s a little childish to say that, but I get so frustrated.
When I was in grade nine, I wasn’t aloud to have a “serious” relationship. It’s funny how things have changed so much over the past three years, and now grade nines think they’re all so mature and grown up. It really pisses me off because Josephine is far from mature. Maybe she doesn’t make poop jokes or pick her nose and put it on the couch like I do, but she still has daily shit fits if she doesn’t get her own way.
Josephine is one of those 14-going-on-25 people; she expects to have all the same rights as my older sisters and I do. She expects to be aloud to go out drinking, to have a serious relationship, to do whatever the hell she wants whenever she wants, and to “be treated like an adult”. She doesn’t understand that you don’t get treated like an adult if you’re going to act like a child by throwing shit fits and being a hormonal bitch.
Now because people are generally terrified of my darling little sister, my parents basically let her get away with all these things. They think they have to “take it easy” on her because she’s the youngest. From my observations: you should be harder on your youngest, or at least keep the same rules for her as you did for the others.
Now I’m not saying that every teenage girl is immature in grade nine, but look at the majority of them. They dress way to old for their ages, they wear way to much makeup, and they just generally act way older then they are - and not in a good way. They’re having sex because they think that “adults” do that, and most of these girls just got into training bras. They have no idea what they want in a partner, and basically just go out with guys because of raging hormones.
Now I know it’s hypocritical of me to be saying all this, seeing as I’m seventeen, but I’m not an idiot. I walk around with my eyes wide open. I’ve made stupid, foolish mistakes in the past and I don’t intend to be foolish and repeat them. I already know who I am and what I want. I’ve known my sister since the day she was born, I’ve watched her grow up and I know that she isn’t as mature as she thinks.
But I’ll end this rambling rant, with hopes that someday people will act their age and actually be children.
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10:17 pm |
My Head Wants to Explode.
I’m still sick. My nose is stuffy, my throat hurts like a bitch, and everytime I try to sleep I have coughing attacks and a very hard time breathing. Not to mention I have the headache from Hell - brought on no doubt by a lovely combination of being bored, Avitable’s vagina pictures (he made me look), and being sick.
And I’m bored. Not many people update their blogs on the weekend so I have nothing to do. Myspace is lame ’cause no one comments me, theres nothing on TV and I wish I could sleep but I can’t. The book I’m reading makes me cry (it’s called P.S I Love You by someone who’s name I’ve forgotten and am too lazy to look up) so I can’t read because if I do then I’ll cry, and that will make my head hurt more and my nose feel more stuffy.
Not to mention, I miss my kitten (well 1 year old cat), Simon. It’s been a couple years since he went missing/died (I never did find out what happened to him). He was the best cat ever. I miss him. Yeah, I’m lame. But whenever I got sick, Simon wouldn’t leave my side. He’s gone now, I guess I have to get used to that. But I miss him.
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6:22 pm |
Tagged.
I’ve been tagged by the lovely Survivin to post six weird things about myself. Anybody who’s been reading my blog since the start already knows how weird I am, but I know that I have a few new readers who should get a hint of the extent of my… individualism:
- I have weird toes.
- I can’t sleep at night unless its completely dark in my room, with the door closed and the blinds pulled down. I also can’t sleep if I have a cold and am forced to breath through my mouth - I can only sleep peacefully if I breath through my nose. And if I’m sleeping over at someones house, the room I’m in has to have a door that’s shut and complete darkness.
- I’m over emotional - or emotionally unstable…whichever term your perfer. I get upset easily, but I also forgive easily. Usually when I get upset, it’s over stupid little things.
- Although I’m 17, I hate getting drunk and getting high. I was into that whole scene at the beginning of Grade 11, but I got bored of that real fast. Not to mention, it all feels like being in the hospital to me, so I avoid that shit. I still would go to a party or clubbing because I love dancing and laughing at drunk/high people.
- Nifty is my first relationship where we’ve never gotten high or drunk together, or even felt the need too. It’s the first relationship where I’ve felt comfortable enough to be myself. My past relationships were with stoners who were practically always high around me, and who always wanted to get drunk and party. That’s how I was introduced to the whole scene. But now I know that I shouldn’t go out of my way to impress people by getting into stuff I don’t want to be into in the first place.
- Nifty made me paint War Hammers - you know, those little gaming figures - and I actually liked doing it - although I put up a huge stink about it. Yes, my boyfriend and I are very weird. We play game cube and paint War Hammers instead of smoking up
Alright, so now I’m going to tag Karen, Amanda, Charred, Girl, Dislocated, Kitten, and Sassy - the people I think are most likely not to murder me for tagging them.
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