Happy Days
Well, Spring Break is over. Back to school. I signed into my online classes after work today. I'm scared. Oh, and I found out I'll have to take most Wednesdays off from now on, too. Isn't that wonderful? How do they expect people to work with such a schedule? I'm lucky and made a deal with my boss so he won't fire me while I'm in school, but other people don't have such freedom. I guess I shouldn't whine. It's only for three months, and then I can PROBABLY go back to being full-time. Though I think I'd like to take Fridays off, just because. Well, just because he's already taken my desk, my benefits, my livelihood in that office. He isn't even "sure" he's going to let me go back to full-time or not when this is all over. That means he won't and he's just too CS to come out and say it because he knows I'll just slam a door in his face or yell at him. He was really late today and didn't call or anything, so nobody knew where he was. I'm only 50% ashamed to say I spent most of that time fantasizing that he had died in a terrible accident. Ain't I a beast?
So, anyway, I'm tired of being negative. From this moment on, I will begin to see life as a well of opportunity. I have to be happy because, really, there aren't very many things I consider a good excuse to get me down. I get down anyway, because I'm a wiener. But not anymore. Exceptions include: deaths of family members and friends, losing jobs, failing classes, being dumped, or magically going into debt. That's all, from now on.
I can do it! Although I should probably look into a way to make some extra money. Maybe I start an ebay-store? Haha... yeah right. I think I tried to sell a pair of shoes on ebay once. Nobody even bid on them. Whatever they were cool, they just didn't fit me and I had bought them anyway because that's the kind of person I used to be. Maybe I'll sell my entire Angel Sanctuary series for like $100. It cost me twice that to buy all of them, and I took excellent care of them. I will probably regret selling them, though... I'll find something else to sell, maybe on craigslist, which is free.
Dude... I kind of ran into a dead-end with my graphic novel today. Butthurt, majorly. It's losing its original flavor. This always happens, and that's another big cause to my constant abandonment of ideas and plots.
Oh yeah. I fell the other day. Not while rollerskating outside for the first time in ten years. Not while running. My shoelaces were tied. I was just walking at a regular pace out to my car to get my hat, and WHAM! It's almost like I fainted for a split second because I don't remember tripping (but there was my footprint in the flowerbed). I've never tripped there in my whole life and I've lived there my whole life. Plus I don't remember falling until I was already about to hit. It was like slow-motion at that point, and I just kind of thought to myself, "Well, you're falling. You're about to hit your knee. Why don't you put your hands out so you don't hurt something else?" So I did... and my knee is all banged up now. Looks cool.
My mom made me take her to the pharmacy today to get her pills. She bawled all the way there. Chronic pain is such a bitch. Then she bought me A&W for dinner. It was good. When we got home she told me why she's been cutting herself. She's not depressed anymore, evidently. She's just in that much pain and the cutting makes her feel like she's controlling her pain... I told her I used to do that too and I know all about it. She was surprised, I guess. So was my dad when I told him, except he started almost crying and thought it was all his fault and then went on and on about what a horrible parent he'd been. Whatever, dude. Kids are good at hiding stuff and, aside from letting me buy clothes other than the Target brand "Cherokee" or "BUM Equipment" there wasn't a whole hell of a lot he, or anyone else, could've done if I'd decided to knock myself off at that time.
So anyways, my dad's coming over because he left a book here. I'd better get off the stupid computer and do something besides dwell about the upcoming school term.
So, anyway, I'm tired of being negative. From this moment on, I will begin to see life as a well of opportunity. I have to be happy because, really, there aren't very many things I consider a good excuse to get me down. I get down anyway, because I'm a wiener. But not anymore. Exceptions include: deaths of family members and friends, losing jobs, failing classes, being dumped, or magically going into debt. That's all, from now on.
I can do it! Although I should probably look into a way to make some extra money. Maybe I start an ebay-store? Haha... yeah right. I think I tried to sell a pair of shoes on ebay once. Nobody even bid on them. Whatever they were cool, they just didn't fit me and I had bought them anyway because that's the kind of person I used to be. Maybe I'll sell my entire Angel Sanctuary series for like $100. It cost me twice that to buy all of them, and I took excellent care of them. I will probably regret selling them, though... I'll find something else to sell, maybe on craigslist, which is free.
Dude... I kind of ran into a dead-end with my graphic novel today. Butthurt, majorly. It's losing its original flavor. This always happens, and that's another big cause to my constant abandonment of ideas and plots.
Oh yeah. I fell the other day. Not while rollerskating outside for the first time in ten years. Not while running. My shoelaces were tied. I was just walking at a regular pace out to my car to get my hat, and WHAM! It's almost like I fainted for a split second because I don't remember tripping (but there was my footprint in the flowerbed). I've never tripped there in my whole life and I've lived there my whole life. Plus I don't remember falling until I was already about to hit. It was like slow-motion at that point, and I just kind of thought to myself, "Well, you're falling. You're about to hit your knee. Why don't you put your hands out so you don't hurt something else?" So I did... and my knee is all banged up now. Looks cool.
My mom made me take her to the pharmacy today to get her pills. She bawled all the way there. Chronic pain is such a bitch. Then she bought me A&W for dinner. It was good. When we got home she told me why she's been cutting herself. She's not depressed anymore, evidently. She's just in that much pain and the cutting makes her feel like she's controlling her pain... I told her I used to do that too and I know all about it. She was surprised, I guess. So was my dad when I told him, except he started almost crying and thought it was all his fault and then went on and on about what a horrible parent he'd been. Whatever, dude. Kids are good at hiding stuff and, aside from letting me buy clothes other than the Target brand "Cherokee" or "BUM Equipment" there wasn't a whole hell of a lot he, or anyone else, could've done if I'd decided to knock myself off at that time.
So anyways, my dad's coming over because he left a book here. I'd better get off the stupid computer and do something besides dwell about the upcoming school term.