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I'm back home, after having spent a few days in New Orleans with my family. Ooooooodles of fun. Oooooodles of fat. Too lazy to go into details, but needless to say a good time was had by all.
My parents gave my furniture to my little sister. I'm sleeping in the guest/storage room. I guess I should have seen it coming. . . .I mean, it's really nice furniture and it deserves to be used more than I use it. . .but still. It's like my place in the house has officially been erased. . .my existence is officially transient and nomadic. I'm not comfortable at school (since my roommate is a psycho bitch,) and I'm not comfortable at home (since I no longer have a room.) It's making me sad. I wish I had a place of my own, without horrific roommates and with furniture that no one can take away from me.
I liked my furniture. I liked my room. Now its just a big empty box.
Actually, they've redone the whole house. It's much prettier, but also much less familliar. I miss our crappy kitchen, with its crappy cabinets. I miss our stained carpets. I miss our peachy house. . .now its a dredful olive green. I don't like all the wood floors my parents installed. .. . .it makes the house cold.
But most of all, I really miss my room.
My parents gave my furniture to my little sister. I'm sleeping in the guest/storage room. I guess I should have seen it coming. . . .I mean, it's really nice furniture and it deserves to be used more than I use it. . .but still. It's like my place in the house has officially been erased. . .my existence is officially transient and nomadic. I'm not comfortable at school (since my roommate is a psycho bitch,) and I'm not comfortable at home (since I no longer have a room.) It's making me sad. I wish I had a place of my own, without horrific roommates and with furniture that no one can take away from me.
I liked my furniture. I liked my room. Now its just a big empty box.
Actually, they've redone the whole house. It's much prettier, but also much less familliar. I miss our crappy kitchen, with its crappy cabinets. I miss our stained carpets. I miss our peachy house. . .now its a dredful olive green. I don't like all the wood floors my parents installed. .. . .it makes the house cold.
But most of all, I really miss my room.