Oct 19, 2007 10:40
Oh, gwah, this is a situation: I'm so stuffed with home work and A BIT of a stress for the next month or so, especially for the weekend. Even so my brother INSISTS I'll attend to his house warming-birthday party on Satruday. (He threatens to order me a taxi driwing to location.) I know I'm horrible company 'cause all I do is moan (about school, work, home work, people in general, friends, relationships, money situation, age crisis, appearence complex and hair crisis, mother issues...!). I'm a bitch for I really don't don't don't want to do this: I know it'll take ages to get ready for a party (and I have nothing to wear; he has only yuppie designer friends) and really would just make a poor guest. I don't even have any contact lenses left, boo-hoo! (I hate showing up with glasses, it makes me feel un-attractive & ninny; the Victorian nobody loves spectacle girls Syndrome.)
Edit: Allright; whining really doesn't make me feel better. Sometimes it helps just to let go, yell and kick, but sometimes it improves doing dishes or blimey thinking positively. I wish I could go underground (literally... I wanna go under the ground, in a cave or cellar) and left alone, cut off the telephone or disappear. Or the opposite; I wish I could be irresponsible: go to the movies and forget my troubles by and by with sugar OD... Ooh.
Much later: I had a premonition about the reason behind my brother's insistance. And I was right! ♥ I'm going to be aunty ♥ for the second time!
my horrible day,
bollocks,
trivia