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I don't know if anyone noticed Live Journal was down last night, but it was really frustrating. *stabs* I needed to write, and couldn't. So annoying. I'm in Pro Tech, and got to go in the good computer lab because there was no computers left. Eeeee! *dances* Now I have to wait for Mr. WhatHisFace, to come give me the new html, cause I'm done all the other stuff and it looks all prettyful. =)
Mitchie and I almost got in an argument last night, AGAIN! We got in an argument Monday. It was horrible. We don't fight, that's not us. And afterwards he was all "well people fight and you have to deal with it. But don't worry, we have a good relationship, it's just sometimes people fight." Uh uh. Not us. Not yet. I'm not ready to fight with him yet. I'm still walking on cloud #9, sky high. I'm not ready to come down to reality yet and except that relationships are still hard and can still hurt. No more tears, all smiles. No fighting. I can't stand it. I cry every single time. I bawled last night. *sighs*
The only person I fought with, and we stayed together was Anthony... and well, we all know where that went. heh. Anth and I didn't have a good relationship, I just had myself convienced fighting was healthy. We were normal. We had a good relationship because we could scream at one another all day long but still love one another that same night. *laughs hysterically* I was so god damn naive.
I realize that if Mitch and I fight it doesn't mean we have a bad relationship, and that it can't always be all smiles... but fighting hurts so damn bad, even when its the littlest disagreement. Everytime we start to lose patience with one another I want to start bawling... thats not us. Almost 11 months and under 5 "disagreements". Only 2 were maybe full blown fights. But we didn't scream at one another, we were just angry and left each other alone for a little bit. We don't scream at one another, ever. Fighting just doesn't seem like us. He's my Mitchie, and I'm his Babies, thats it.
Ergh. I don't know what I'm saying. Sorry. Everytime we fight I just sit there and get so quiet its unfit. We can't fight if I don't talk and make things worse. So I shut up, and hope to god it ends quickly. Everytime I think to myself... "Who is this? Why's he so mad at me? Where'd my Mitchie go? I want him back, cause this isn't him."
Mmmmhmm. But now Mitchie and his Babies are happy again =) Yayness.
I had a cookie this morning for breakfast. It was fucking amazing. Mmmm. =) Cookies. Then I went to get a drink, put my only toonie in the pop machine and the fucking cunt ate it. So I go to the office to retrieve my only twoonie, and the stupid twat at the desk put my name on a piece of paper and told me to come back in a few days. Now I have no pop for the day. So fucking pissed. I'm sick to death of fucking pop machines stealing my god damn money. Even the one at the mall stole it the other day. And they never ever steal my money when I have the chance to get it back, or when I have more money in my pocket. It's always my only $2 of the day, and I have no way of getting any more, that it steals it... and I suffer the whole day. I'm angry. GRR!
Where is my teacher? Why isn't he coming to teach me? I don't know what to doooooo. *looks around* I'm bored.
mmmhmm. I'm gonna go put some more pictures on my webpage, er something. Change some colors... I guess. I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing.
Latah Dayz.