I am a nitwit at times.
I hate how I know that leaving ridiculous voicemails ruin things for the future, but I go on ahead and do so anyways.
Anyways, school has been unbearable as it always is. Luckily, today is Tuesday, and the rest of the week is given to us for Thanksgiving! I wonder why they didn't just give us a whole week, considering the fact that once kids see that there are only 2 days in the week for school, they'll decide to just ditch the entire week. But hey, it's Thanksgiving, good excuse.
I've been feeling pretty crummy lately, only because of uncomfortable situations occuring within the house. We'll all get over it, though. Things were really depressing until yesterday...amazing.
I just wish people would stop being selfish by getting mad at little things that I do [which I am entitled to in doing!]only because it makes THEM unhappy. Sometimes that's not even the situation. Sometimes it could be something that somebody has said/done to me! Jealousy to that extent is an ugly, ugly thing. I think that's why I don't really get jealous anymore. I've made myself stop caring about such petty things, but I think i've surpressed the jealousy so much to the point where I don't get jealous at all anymore. It's not necessarily a good thing. I've been noticing how my indifference is beginning to become a very negative attribute of mine, because I want to care and feel and give a shit.
My roots are really getting terribly long.
"Oh, I love my lil' rooster and my rooster loves me..."
I think I look like Solomon from Gummo in this picture. I am really not this emaciated-looking in real life, I will assure you. It is only a bad angle. I just like how I look like Solomon.
'Burning Paper Lanterns'
Patrickkkkk, with the baby seat.
He won't give it back.
Isabelle is attempting to disappear
There she goes, mang!
"STOP JUMPING ON THE GODDAMN BED!"
"Ouch, it must hurt to hit your head on the ceilin'!"
I think Patrick was having trouble getting my earmuffs off of his head.
I was bored.
I love her so much.
I often lay on the tables while Isabelle is on the computer so I can talk to her.
No, really.
Hahaha, oh Long Johnson. Who does this?!
EVERBODY.
This was such a good day. This is at Isabelle's school, Cal State Fullerton.
I don't know why I don't wear bandanas anymore.
Anyways, I cannot wait until this December, for many reasons.
But the main reason being that Isabelle and I are going to leave this place and have the best time ever. But fuck my Aunt Winnie. And her fucking asshole of a son.
OHHHHHHH DONNNN PIANNOOOO!
Anyways, school has been unbearable as it always is. Luckily, today is Tuesday, and the rest of the week is given to us for Thanksgiving! I wonder why they didn't just give us a whole week, considering the fact that once kids see that there are only 2 days in the week for school, they'll decide to just ditch the entire week. But hey, it's Thanksgiving, good excuse.
I've been feeling pretty crummy lately, only because of uncomfortable situations occuring within the house. We'll all get over it, though. Things were really depressing until yesterday...amazing.
I just wish people would stop being selfish by getting mad at little things that I do [which I am entitled to in doing!]only because it makes THEM unhappy. Sometimes that's not even the situation. Sometimes it could be something that somebody has said/done to me! Jealousy to that extent is an ugly, ugly thing. I think that's why I don't really get jealous anymore. I've made myself stop caring about such petty things, but I think i've surpressed the jealousy so much to the point where I don't get jealous at all anymore. It's not necessarily a good thing. I've been noticing how my indifference is beginning to become a very negative attribute of mine, because I want to care and feel and give a shit.
My roots are really getting terribly long.
"Oh, I love my lil' rooster and my rooster loves me..."
I think I look like Solomon from Gummo in this picture. I am really not this emaciated-looking in real life, I will assure you. It is only a bad angle. I just like how I look like Solomon.
'Burning Paper Lanterns'
Patrickkkkk, with the baby seat.
He won't give it back.
Isabelle is attempting to disappear
There she goes, mang!
"STOP JUMPING ON THE GODDAMN BED!"
"Ouch, it must hurt to hit your head on the ceilin'!"
I think Patrick was having trouble getting my earmuffs off of his head.
I was bored.
I love her so much.
I often lay on the tables while Isabelle is on the computer so I can talk to her.
No, really.
Hahaha, oh Long Johnson. Who does this?!
EVERBODY.
This was such a good day. This is at Isabelle's school, Cal State Fullerton.
I don't know why I don't wear bandanas anymore.
Anyways, I cannot wait until this December, for many reasons.
But the main reason being that Isabelle and I are going to leave this place and have the best time ever. But fuck my Aunt Winnie. And her fucking asshole of a son.
OHHHHHHH DONNNN PIANNOOOO!