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NO WAY
-My 19 year old sister Kristina is having a baby. She can't eat or drink anything orange without feeling nauseous, which can be a good thing when she has finding nemo fruit snacks. I get to eat all the orange clown fish. She's always been good with children, so while this isnt the perfect scenario, it could be a lot worse. She's been getting along a lot better with my mom, and my mom is super pumped at the prospect of being a grandmother. Shes already buying the baby clothes, yellow of course...since its still in the early stages and only just became a two inch fetus.
FETUS! (which always reminds me of the alien that bursts out of the dudes stomach in the movie Alien.
uncanny.)
I'm already an aunt, but to a nephew I've never met, belonging to a half sister I never met. This time counts...and I'm a little stoked, but more nervous. Kids hate me, and usually I them.
-I've moved out of my aunts house and into a three bedroom house at nine and hoover with a couple of dudes. My aunt moved back into her home in Redford. She wasnt happy with the decision, but was kind of forced into it to keep the house insured. No good, and if I had decided to move with her, I would never have been able to leave. My aunt is living in the basement of the house.
For someone thats lost her only child and doesnt even like talking about her with other people because it upsets her too much, moving back to the site of the tragedy is the worst ever. Even if its been rebuilt and is practically a new home, I still would never be alright with sleeping in either of the bedrooms (one being what was once my cousins and the other the one she died in). Its best to just part ways now. :[
The neighborhood the house is in isnt that grand, but thats never bothered me. I lived at 8 1/2 and van dyke for a good portion of my childhood, and as I'm sure the crime is worse now, I'm not really threatened. My room is pretty sweet, the walls are blue which is something I've always intended to do. The walls could be partially crumbled and i would still approve. Hooray for my own space once again. I'm not sure how the roommates feel about me, seeing as how they've been friends for quite some time and I barely know either of them. I'm kind of a loner too, and spend most of my time in my room. I've always been a (brown)recluse, and they werent expecting that. so I feel ehhh about living there.
-I'm probably at the point in my life where I just never go back to school again. The idea has been made quite impossible due to the lack of sufficient funds and the government/mcc not wanting to help me in that department. I dropped a few classes last spring semester and mcc is punishing me by not allowing me aid or the option to take a loan. I was super close to an associates...where I then planned to transfer far far away...but now I dont fucking know. I'm just going to sell my eggs and start harvesting other peoples kidneys for cash.
I could keep this journal going...but I desperately need to go to meijer and buy calamine lotion for the hundreds of mosquito bites I acquired over the weekend.
My feet look like they were mauled. Seriously, its sick.
-My 19 year old sister Kristina is having a baby. She can't eat or drink anything orange without feeling nauseous, which can be a good thing when she has finding nemo fruit snacks. I get to eat all the orange clown fish. She's always been good with children, so while this isnt the perfect scenario, it could be a lot worse. She's been getting along a lot better with my mom, and my mom is super pumped at the prospect of being a grandmother. Shes already buying the baby clothes, yellow of course...since its still in the early stages and only just became a two inch fetus.
FETUS! (which always reminds me of the alien that bursts out of the dudes stomach in the movie Alien.
uncanny.)
I'm already an aunt, but to a nephew I've never met, belonging to a half sister I never met. This time counts...and I'm a little stoked, but more nervous. Kids hate me, and usually I them.
-I've moved out of my aunts house and into a three bedroom house at nine and hoover with a couple of dudes. My aunt moved back into her home in Redford. She wasnt happy with the decision, but was kind of forced into it to keep the house insured. No good, and if I had decided to move with her, I would never have been able to leave. My aunt is living in the basement of the house.
For someone thats lost her only child and doesnt even like talking about her with other people because it upsets her too much, moving back to the site of the tragedy is the worst ever. Even if its been rebuilt and is practically a new home, I still would never be alright with sleeping in either of the bedrooms (one being what was once my cousins and the other the one she died in). Its best to just part ways now. :[
The neighborhood the house is in isnt that grand, but thats never bothered me. I lived at 8 1/2 and van dyke for a good portion of my childhood, and as I'm sure the crime is worse now, I'm not really threatened. My room is pretty sweet, the walls are blue which is something I've always intended to do. The walls could be partially crumbled and i would still approve. Hooray for my own space once again. I'm not sure how the roommates feel about me, seeing as how they've been friends for quite some time and I barely know either of them. I'm kind of a loner too, and spend most of my time in my room. I've always been a (brown)recluse, and they werent expecting that. so I feel ehhh about living there.
-I'm probably at the point in my life where I just never go back to school again. The idea has been made quite impossible due to the lack of sufficient funds and the government/mcc not wanting to help me in that department. I dropped a few classes last spring semester and mcc is punishing me by not allowing me aid or the option to take a loan. I was super close to an associates...where I then planned to transfer far far away...but now I dont fucking know. I'm just going to sell my eggs and start harvesting other peoples kidneys for cash.
I could keep this journal going...but I desperately need to go to meijer and buy calamine lotion for the hundreds of mosquito bites I acquired over the weekend.
My feet look like they were mauled. Seriously, its sick.