Baby beluga in the deep blue sea.
"Everyone is too fucking sensitive. And I'm so goddamn sick of people who think they deserve some kind of medal for living.
I don't really want to hear about all your stress, because chances are it's self-created. You made your choices, fucking deal with them."
- luxnightmare
I don't even have to elaborate on my own thoughts. She said it all in a nutshell.
I had a dream last night that I was at some highschool type of dance, but bigger, with a guy I don't know in real life, named Rob. I remember being in the bathroom that connected to the gym, getting ready and such. I looked really beautiful in my dress. It was cream coloured and very Renaissance elegant.
Then when all the other girls had left the bathroom, I walked out into the gymnasium, and I couldn't find Rob. I walked allover the gym, into the other room of the gym where the table where, and I couldn't find him. Everyone was staring at me in awe because my dress was eminating some kind of dim glow, and I was almost in tears because I couldn't find my date.
I remember feeling so sad. Seeing all the other couples dancing, and just standing there, glowing.
Eventually, at 1o minutes to 11 (closing time) Rob found me, and was like, "Where were you?". We were able to dance half a song.
It was a sad dream. Yes.
Man, I don't know what the hell is with me lately, I just can't seem to bring myself to tidy up this room. I think it's because I know deep down that there is no way in bloody hell that I'm going to be able to find a place to put everything in here so it looks fairly organized. :/
Good news: My OSAP comes in to the college tomorrow! So I just have to go and give them my bank info and stuff so they can transfer the loan to my account and BAM! I can start buying books and take out a chunk to set aside for apartment rent. I'm flip flopping back and forth about the idea of going on social assistance to help us pay for rent and groceries and bills. I'll feel so POOR. :/ But the more I think about it, the more of a reality it becomes to me that we may have to do it. And why the fuck should I complain about it? I'd get money from the govn't to help me live. It's not like we'd be on it for long, just a year until Ryan goes to work fulltime after his course is done. It's a discussion we'll be needing to have very soon.
I FEEL LIKE SUCH AN ADULT THESE DAYS AND I FUCKING HATE IT.
Oh well.
I don't really want to hear about all your stress, because chances are it's self-created. You made your choices, fucking deal with them."
- luxnightmare
I don't even have to elaborate on my own thoughts. She said it all in a nutshell.
I had a dream last night that I was at some highschool type of dance, but bigger, with a guy I don't know in real life, named Rob. I remember being in the bathroom that connected to the gym, getting ready and such. I looked really beautiful in my dress. It was cream coloured and very Renaissance elegant.
Then when all the other girls had left the bathroom, I walked out into the gymnasium, and I couldn't find Rob. I walked allover the gym, into the other room of the gym where the table where, and I couldn't find him. Everyone was staring at me in awe because my dress was eminating some kind of dim glow, and I was almost in tears because I couldn't find my date.
I remember feeling so sad. Seeing all the other couples dancing, and just standing there, glowing.
Eventually, at 1o minutes to 11 (closing time) Rob found me, and was like, "Where were you?". We were able to dance half a song.
It was a sad dream. Yes.
Man, I don't know what the hell is with me lately, I just can't seem to bring myself to tidy up this room. I think it's because I know deep down that there is no way in bloody hell that I'm going to be able to find a place to put everything in here so it looks fairly organized. :/
Good news: My OSAP comes in to the college tomorrow! So I just have to go and give them my bank info and stuff so they can transfer the loan to my account and BAM! I can start buying books and take out a chunk to set aside for apartment rent. I'm flip flopping back and forth about the idea of going on social assistance to help us pay for rent and groceries and bills. I'll feel so POOR. :/ But the more I think about it, the more of a reality it becomes to me that we may have to do it. And why the fuck should I complain about it? I'd get money from the govn't to help me live. It's not like we'd be on it for long, just a year until Ryan goes to work fulltime after his course is done. It's a discussion we'll be needing to have very soon.
I FEEL LIKE SUCH AN ADULT THESE DAYS AND I FUCKING HATE IT.
Oh well.