Rant: Random
Things that bug me:
* 13 year old's "Blessed Be"ing me. I dunno. I'm just reminded of all those prepubescent girls who would say they were bisexual just to be cool.
* LJ not sending me notifications... until a few minutes ago when it flooded my inbox. Thanks a fucking lot LJ.
* Me. I am getting sick and tired of mood swings. I was fine a few hours ago. Then suddenly I just wanna curl up and cry or just bitch at someone. So I'm not allowed to talk to anyone now, because I'm a bit afraid of what I might accidentally say.
* Being sleepy when I've had enough sleep. Hate it. Makes me feel sick and dizzy and I hate it.
* The fact that, in a few hours, my parents will wake me up. And just as I'm falling asleep again, my sister will come over with her spawn, despite LIVING NEXT-FUCKING-DOOR TO US!! Why, when she has a much bigger flat, does she have to come over here? And why, if I ask them to keep the bastard thing away from my bedroom door because it's shrieking is hindering my sleeping, do I get shouted at? Gods know...
... Okay... I'm getting bitchy. Looks like, not only can't I talk to others, I can't talk to myself. Wonderful. Heaven help my muses then~
Going to bed now. SO going to bed now. Hopefully I'll sleep this time.
* 13 year old's "Blessed Be"ing me. I dunno. I'm just reminded of all those prepubescent girls who would say they were bisexual just to be cool.
* LJ not sending me notifications... until a few minutes ago when it flooded my inbox. Thanks a fucking lot LJ.
* Me. I am getting sick and tired of mood swings. I was fine a few hours ago. Then suddenly I just wanna curl up and cry or just bitch at someone. So I'm not allowed to talk to anyone now, because I'm a bit afraid of what I might accidentally say.
* Being sleepy when I've had enough sleep. Hate it. Makes me feel sick and dizzy and I hate it.
* The fact that, in a few hours, my parents will wake me up. And just as I'm falling asleep again, my sister will come over with her spawn, despite LIVING NEXT-FUCKING-DOOR TO US!! Why, when she has a much bigger flat, does she have to come over here? And why, if I ask them to keep the bastard thing away from my bedroom door because it's shrieking is hindering my sleeping, do I get shouted at? Gods know...
... Okay... I'm getting bitchy. Looks like, not only can't I talk to others, I can't talk to myself. Wonderful. Heaven help my muses then~
Going to bed now. SO going to bed now. Hopefully I'll sleep this time.