Happy Holidays
I guess so.
It’s like this, what would I really have to say? I have nothing really to say. Makes me ask, “Why do I have a live journal?” I write maybe once every few months if that. When I do write it’s either something depressing or something insanely retarded.
I could talk about how much sleep I’m not getting and how much food I can’t eat. I wonder if I am coming down with the flu or something? I hope not. I think I will be fine. I just have to meditate when I lay down to sleep. As for the not eating… I guess I could just eat light food like salad and soup. These things seem to agree more.
My hair is getting grotesquely long. I hate it! It’s like my bib, whenever food falls out of my mouth it catches in my hair. Ewwww! I would cut it but then I would cry. I am not really sure what to do with it. Another thing, if I did cut it then I couldn’t use the nice chopsticks Lisa gave me for Christmas. Now that would be a shame.
Living at home is not so bad; I am giving my dad a few dollars for rent. He shakes is head whenever I give it too him but I know he needs it so I am forcing it in his hand saying “I would just spend it on something stupid.” But I would like to add that I finally got him something for Christmas that he needs, a bed in a bag. He said he was going to buy one in the spring. Now he doesn’t need to.
Speaking of family, my grandfather isn’t the best. He is the skinniest I have ever seen him. He doesn’t eat anything all day and I think he is just waiting for death. It’s not a very happy thought but you can’t argue with the man, he is 85. We all went over on Christmas day to see him; my brother and I picked him up out of bed, sat him in a chair then carried him into the kitchen. He is REALLY heavy for a little old man. It’s not a pleasant feeling to know how much pain he is in.☹
Blah, I guess I should post this… well I’m going to have to now, I just got a call.
It’s like this, what would I really have to say? I have nothing really to say. Makes me ask, “Why do I have a live journal?” I write maybe once every few months if that. When I do write it’s either something depressing or something insanely retarded.
I could talk about how much sleep I’m not getting and how much food I can’t eat. I wonder if I am coming down with the flu or something? I hope not. I think I will be fine. I just have to meditate when I lay down to sleep. As for the not eating… I guess I could just eat light food like salad and soup. These things seem to agree more.
My hair is getting grotesquely long. I hate it! It’s like my bib, whenever food falls out of my mouth it catches in my hair. Ewwww! I would cut it but then I would cry. I am not really sure what to do with it. Another thing, if I did cut it then I couldn’t use the nice chopsticks Lisa gave me for Christmas. Now that would be a shame.
Living at home is not so bad; I am giving my dad a few dollars for rent. He shakes is head whenever I give it too him but I know he needs it so I am forcing it in his hand saying “I would just spend it on something stupid.” But I would like to add that I finally got him something for Christmas that he needs, a bed in a bag. He said he was going to buy one in the spring. Now he doesn’t need to.
Speaking of family, my grandfather isn’t the best. He is the skinniest I have ever seen him. He doesn’t eat anything all day and I think he is just waiting for death. It’s not a very happy thought but you can’t argue with the man, he is 85. We all went over on Christmas day to see him; my brother and I picked him up out of bed, sat him in a chair then carried him into the kitchen. He is REALLY heavy for a little old man. It’s not a pleasant feeling to know how much pain he is in.☹
Blah, I guess I should post this… well I’m going to have to now, I just got a call.