crazy going slowly am I
I'm sitting at work right now wrapped in a blanket. I've been sick since Sunday morning, and I've taken to throwing out my back every time I sneeze. I feel I'm over the worst of it, but it's still not fun to be typing normally and suddenly have a laldlkjasdflkj on the go because of a shiver.
This weekend was good though, I went up to Shawn's family's house in woodville to relax a little and so Shawn could help his dad with renovations. He's doing a great job so far, that little house is going to be great when it's done. Me and his mum hung out a bunch, we went to a second hand shop where I got a full summer suit and 4 dress shirts for 60 bucks, and then we went to the animal auction and got scared shitless of all the cows running around. I got to pet rabbits and little ducks and chickens, it was pretty damn fun. On sunday morning I started sneezing for no particular reason and it all went downhill from there. Sleeping wasn't very fun, Shawn and I both squeezed into a single bed on the second night, but even that was better then camping out on the floor the night before. It was bareable, but you wouldn't believe how good it felt to get back into our own bed sunday night. It was HEAVEN to lay there with Shawn wrapped around me and a matress supporting my ass.
Mum suggested that since we couldn't afford a dog, maybe we should get a duck. I was THRILLED with the idea, but upon further research, vet bills were through the roof, raising them was just as hard, and they couldn't be toliet trained or left alone too long. There goes that idea, friends TOTALLY lied to me.
I managed to weasle into getting home sick yesterday, and I DO feel better. Shawn brought home some muscle rub to fix up and freeze my back and chest, and a bath did wonders for me. Imagine what a bit of sleep can do.
Shawn went to D&D last night, and apparently did not have a good time. Dan has his assholish moments in Shawn's eyes, and instead of getting up and walking away from it, Shawn gets angry and takes it out on them. I've only seen Shawn mad once or twice, and it's not very fun. He figures he's stupid because he gets flustered when he fights with people, but I can't imagine it's easy for him with a mother that shouts him down and a father he wouldn't dare contradict. He got in the door so depressed about the whole thing, and I couldn't get him out of the funk. I can't even call him today because of the shit going on with his cell phone, I've advised him that he shouldn't dare take personal calls during billable hours, it'll be easier to shove the bill over on his father or Jeff should it come down to it. Dan's a weird one to place with me, from the time I've spent with him I'd place him in the "don't spend time with him unless you need to" pile. For the record, there are basically 5 piles; "do anything for them", "like spending time with them", "don't spend time with them unless you need to", "wow I really don't like you and will avoid you at all costs", and finally the "actively dislike the person." Dan's fairly neutral because while he DOES insult me regularly, I can only assume it's at best semi-serious. The saying 'behind every joke there's a bit of truth' applies quite solidly with Dan. The last time we hung out he commented SEVERAL times on how ugly I was, which means he really doesn't find me attractive. Boo hoo right? He's not my one and only, so fuck him. But with me, you just don't bring that to the table. I've had self esteem issues for YEARS about that, and while I don't dwell on it every second of every day, I have NO idea how to defend myself against someone calling me ugly because at heart I really do think I am. I held back tears twice that night, and while I think I pulled off a fairly convincing game face it's not an event I would like repeated. So Dan's neutral. I understand that's just the way he is, and I know he just enjoys rubbing people the wrong way. But that's not the way my friends treat me, I feel that completely defeats the point of calling them friends. I kind of feel badly for Shawn that's he's got to take the shit with the good when it comes to his friends. They're awesome to him...sometimes. That just sucks.
Thankfully I can take his mind off it tonight with Pirates of the Carribean, we're going to see it with my sister. Brit and I have been getting along pretty great the last few months, ever since I put that lock on my door believe it or not. As soon as you take away the theif aspect, and as long as mum and dad are dividing chores (which they're doing more often now, thank god) Brit and I don't have anything to fight about. Why would we? I don't steal her stuff, my stuff is safe from being raided, and who does what is no longer between us but decided by a third party who's best interest and well being is to keep it equal. So now we hang out. Last night we watched a bit of TV (rare for me, though movies arn't) and I went up to see what I could get done on the room. Not much, I spent most of the night taking it easy because of my cold.
*yawn* I ramble when I'm sick. Like, more so then usual. I should just end it all. *BLAM!*
-Lisha
This weekend was good though, I went up to Shawn's family's house in woodville to relax a little and so Shawn could help his dad with renovations. He's doing a great job so far, that little house is going to be great when it's done. Me and his mum hung out a bunch, we went to a second hand shop where I got a full summer suit and 4 dress shirts for 60 bucks, and then we went to the animal auction and got scared shitless of all the cows running around. I got to pet rabbits and little ducks and chickens, it was pretty damn fun. On sunday morning I started sneezing for no particular reason and it all went downhill from there. Sleeping wasn't very fun, Shawn and I both squeezed into a single bed on the second night, but even that was better then camping out on the floor the night before. It was bareable, but you wouldn't believe how good it felt to get back into our own bed sunday night. It was HEAVEN to lay there with Shawn wrapped around me and a matress supporting my ass.
Mum suggested that since we couldn't afford a dog, maybe we should get a duck. I was THRILLED with the idea, but upon further research, vet bills were through the roof, raising them was just as hard, and they couldn't be toliet trained or left alone too long. There goes that idea, friends TOTALLY lied to me.
I managed to weasle into getting home sick yesterday, and I DO feel better. Shawn brought home some muscle rub to fix up and freeze my back and chest, and a bath did wonders for me. Imagine what a bit of sleep can do.
Shawn went to D&D last night, and apparently did not have a good time. Dan has his assholish moments in Shawn's eyes, and instead of getting up and walking away from it, Shawn gets angry and takes it out on them. I've only seen Shawn mad once or twice, and it's not very fun. He figures he's stupid because he gets flustered when he fights with people, but I can't imagine it's easy for him with a mother that shouts him down and a father he wouldn't dare contradict. He got in the door so depressed about the whole thing, and I couldn't get him out of the funk. I can't even call him today because of the shit going on with his cell phone, I've advised him that he shouldn't dare take personal calls during billable hours, it'll be easier to shove the bill over on his father or Jeff should it come down to it. Dan's a weird one to place with me, from the time I've spent with him I'd place him in the "don't spend time with him unless you need to" pile. For the record, there are basically 5 piles; "do anything for them", "like spending time with them", "don't spend time with them unless you need to", "wow I really don't like you and will avoid you at all costs", and finally the "actively dislike the person." Dan's fairly neutral because while he DOES insult me regularly, I can only assume it's at best semi-serious. The saying 'behind every joke there's a bit of truth' applies quite solidly with Dan. The last time we hung out he commented SEVERAL times on how ugly I was, which means he really doesn't find me attractive. Boo hoo right? He's not my one and only, so fuck him. But with me, you just don't bring that to the table. I've had self esteem issues for YEARS about that, and while I don't dwell on it every second of every day, I have NO idea how to defend myself against someone calling me ugly because at heart I really do think I am. I held back tears twice that night, and while I think I pulled off a fairly convincing game face it's not an event I would like repeated. So Dan's neutral. I understand that's just the way he is, and I know he just enjoys rubbing people the wrong way. But that's not the way my friends treat me, I feel that completely defeats the point of calling them friends. I kind of feel badly for Shawn that's he's got to take the shit with the good when it comes to his friends. They're awesome to him...sometimes. That just sucks.
Thankfully I can take his mind off it tonight with Pirates of the Carribean, we're going to see it with my sister. Brit and I have been getting along pretty great the last few months, ever since I put that lock on my door believe it or not. As soon as you take away the theif aspect, and as long as mum and dad are dividing chores (which they're doing more often now, thank god) Brit and I don't have anything to fight about. Why would we? I don't steal her stuff, my stuff is safe from being raided, and who does what is no longer between us but decided by a third party who's best interest and well being is to keep it equal. So now we hang out. Last night we watched a bit of TV (rare for me, though movies arn't) and I went up to see what I could get done on the room. Not much, I spent most of the night taking it easy because of my cold.
*yawn* I ramble when I'm sick. Like, more so then usual. I should just end it all. *BLAM!*
-Lisha