A Myriad of Thoughts, Complaints, and Happiness
First of all, I just now found the "Rich text" option on here, so I'm going to be using a lot of italics and bold crap to make up for the times I haven't been able to use them.
Complaints:
I am tired of being home. I love my family, but I miss being around people. People my own age that I can talk to, people who get more than half of the jokes I make. I miss being at school. I miss being able to walk 2 minutes to visit friends, 4 am trips to McDonalds, meaningful discussions, figuring out problems about people I actually know (I try to help Anna out, but there's only so much advice I can give about kids I've formed opinions of when they were in 7th grade).
All of my friends are away at school, even the ones who lived in Frankfort. I have no one to interact with but my crazy older sister and my sister who is 4 years younger than me. (but who is awesome nontheless) I want to be around my friends! And be able to see my boyfriend more than weekends! I need normal human interaction!
And I wish my parents would order take out every now and then. Why is all the food in my house healthy? I don't want to eat that stuff. I mean, I like healthy food, but I want variety and choices in my life.
My computer hard drive crashed and the tech people aren't sure if they can get my files off of it. I don't know what I'll do if they can't. I just want my Word documents and my songs. My songs I can eventually get back, but my Word documents I can't. I don't have a back up of them. There's stuff on there that I wrote when I was in 7th grade. My journal is on there. All the quotes that I've collected over the past 3 years. This is really shaking my faith in technology. Books and notebooks always open for you. But they burn too... So is the only really safe place for information my head? That would just be sad, b/c I can forget things so easily. Agh. I hope they can save the stuff.
*addition--and I miss my laptop. I miss the keyboard, and how my computer doesn't take 5 minutes to switch internet pages or hurt my eyes like our home computer does.
And I am so tired of being sick. I feel fine but I still can't do anything, or I might strain myself. I can't pick up my nephew b/c I might do something to my stupid spleen or liver. Why do I even need a spleen? And my liver! I can't drink any alcohol for who knows how long and I can't take any pills, so my face is breaking out (no dermatology prescriptions).
And what is up with everybody asking me what I'm doing this fall and next year? I have no fucking idea what I'm doing with my life! You would think people could spread the word and stop making me feel bad about it every time I have to talk about it.
So, happy stuff now, yes?
Things That Make Me Happy:
Rubber duckies, good food, long warm hugs, colorful comfortable shoes, first snows, kissing in the rain, singing at the top of my lungs in the car with the music blaring, rolling hillsides covered in cows, dancing, mahi mahi from Al's, pita bread from Al's, meaningful lyrics put to good music, silly girlish novels (like Meg Cabot's stuff), freshly baked brownies, 2% milk, cheap books, bargain clothes, waking up in warm arms, colorful scarves, making people happy, hot dogs, freezing in the stands of outdoor games with people I like, clothes that make me look good, Taco Bell crunchwraps, warm sand, funky stickers, old trees, back rubs, dressing up, popcorn, old pictures, flavored cigars, nice cats, journals, surprises.
I know the happy part wasn't as long as the complaining, but sometimes life is like that. The shit, no? Oo, I also really like foreign people messing up when they try to speak english. Like when they cuss but don't know it, or put "the" in front of words that really don't need a "the." Call me cruel, but it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It might be the reason why I like the movie Everything is Illuminated so much. That German guy is hilarious.
Signing out now. Ciao!
Complaints:
I am tired of being home. I love my family, but I miss being around people. People my own age that I can talk to, people who get more than half of the jokes I make. I miss being at school. I miss being able to walk 2 minutes to visit friends, 4 am trips to McDonalds, meaningful discussions, figuring out problems about people I actually know (I try to help Anna out, but there's only so much advice I can give about kids I've formed opinions of when they were in 7th grade).
All of my friends are away at school, even the ones who lived in Frankfort. I have no one to interact with but my crazy older sister and my sister who is 4 years younger than me. (but who is awesome nontheless) I want to be around my friends! And be able to see my boyfriend more than weekends! I need normal human interaction!
And I wish my parents would order take out every now and then. Why is all the food in my house healthy? I don't want to eat that stuff. I mean, I like healthy food, but I want variety and choices in my life.
My computer hard drive crashed and the tech people aren't sure if they can get my files off of it. I don't know what I'll do if they can't. I just want my Word documents and my songs. My songs I can eventually get back, but my Word documents I can't. I don't have a back up of them. There's stuff on there that I wrote when I was in 7th grade. My journal is on there. All the quotes that I've collected over the past 3 years. This is really shaking my faith in technology. Books and notebooks always open for you. But they burn too... So is the only really safe place for information my head? That would just be sad, b/c I can forget things so easily. Agh. I hope they can save the stuff.
*addition--and I miss my laptop. I miss the keyboard, and how my computer doesn't take 5 minutes to switch internet pages or hurt my eyes like our home computer does.
And I am so tired of being sick. I feel fine but I still can't do anything, or I might strain myself. I can't pick up my nephew b/c I might do something to my stupid spleen or liver. Why do I even need a spleen? And my liver! I can't drink any alcohol for who knows how long and I can't take any pills, so my face is breaking out (no dermatology prescriptions).
And what is up with everybody asking me what I'm doing this fall and next year? I have no fucking idea what I'm doing with my life! You would think people could spread the word and stop making me feel bad about it every time I have to talk about it.
So, happy stuff now, yes?
Things That Make Me Happy:
Rubber duckies, good food, long warm hugs, colorful comfortable shoes, first snows, kissing in the rain, singing at the top of my lungs in the car with the music blaring, rolling hillsides covered in cows, dancing, mahi mahi from Al's, pita bread from Al's, meaningful lyrics put to good music, silly girlish novels (like Meg Cabot's stuff), freshly baked brownies, 2% milk, cheap books, bargain clothes, waking up in warm arms, colorful scarves, making people happy, hot dogs, freezing in the stands of outdoor games with people I like, clothes that make me look good, Taco Bell crunchwraps, warm sand, funky stickers, old trees, back rubs, dressing up, popcorn, old pictures, flavored cigars, nice cats, journals, surprises.
I know the happy part wasn't as long as the complaining, but sometimes life is like that. The shit, no? Oo, I also really like foreign people messing up when they try to speak english. Like when they cuss but don't know it, or put "the" in front of words that really don't need a "the." Call me cruel, but it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It might be the reason why I like the movie Everything is Illuminated so much. That German guy is hilarious.
Signing out now. Ciao!