Stress
I have now snapped at two people that I actually care about more than I let on. I'm so incredibly stupid sometimes that I scare myself. You'd think I'd be under enough control that I wouldn't lose my temper at people who don't deserve it. Then there's the whole avoidance issue. When I feel dumb or I think someone's mad at me, I avoid them. When I'm mad at them I tell them, but I don't confront them if they're mad at me.
I'm stressed out, but that's not an excuse. Prom is saturday, and I was going to finish Amanda's dress today, but it took me FIVE hours to figure out what the fuck was wrong with my moms sewing machine. Then it took me twenty minutes to realize that I couldn't fix it. So I went back to my house in kenmore, picked up my sewing machine and went back to Steve-O's in juanita/woodinville area, where we do the sewing, and set up my own machine to do the work. Then April and Alexander came and forced me out of the house for something to eat. They also got me a coffee, which was gone in less than two minutes, I kid you not, and then they got me a slurpee and they were forgiven for interrupting me. Tomorrow Alexander and I are going out to pick up the extra stuff for all three of us girls (tiara's for April and Amanda, jewelry for them, hair stuff for them, a purse for April, and shoes for me)
I go to Steve-O's at 9, he picks me up at 11, we have to go to woodinville, lynnwood and kirkland. I have to be HOME by 3 because my mom is taking us all to Star Wars. Now this may seem like a lot of time, but really it's not. Friday I am taking Cecilia to the HS to do the final fitting for Amanda, hem it and add a support seam to the bust line. It shouldn't take too long, but I have to have EVERYTHING else done by then and the neck line is only 2/3 done and the back isn't down at all and the skirt needs extra support seams on all the panels because Amanda is VERY hard on her clothes, I found that out the hard way last time I made her a dress. This is why she goes through clothes so often, she has no idea how to treat soft cloth and gowns and such. She's a jeans and tee-shirt girl (love you manda-may) and it's not a bad thing, just a bitch to make the clothes.
I'll feel better when I'm done, and then I'll come up with ways it could have been worse and pat myself on the back.
- Stevie
I'm stressed out, but that's not an excuse. Prom is saturday, and I was going to finish Amanda's dress today, but it took me FIVE hours to figure out what the fuck was wrong with my moms sewing machine. Then it took me twenty minutes to realize that I couldn't fix it. So I went back to my house in kenmore, picked up my sewing machine and went back to Steve-O's in juanita/woodinville area, where we do the sewing, and set up my own machine to do the work. Then April and Alexander came and forced me out of the house for something to eat. They also got me a coffee, which was gone in less than two minutes, I kid you not, and then they got me a slurpee and they were forgiven for interrupting me. Tomorrow Alexander and I are going out to pick up the extra stuff for all three of us girls (tiara's for April and Amanda, jewelry for them, hair stuff for them, a purse for April, and shoes for me)
I go to Steve-O's at 9, he picks me up at 11, we have to go to woodinville, lynnwood and kirkland. I have to be HOME by 3 because my mom is taking us all to Star Wars. Now this may seem like a lot of time, but really it's not. Friday I am taking Cecilia to the HS to do the final fitting for Amanda, hem it and add a support seam to the bust line. It shouldn't take too long, but I have to have EVERYTHING else done by then and the neck line is only 2/3 done and the back isn't down at all and the skirt needs extra support seams on all the panels because Amanda is VERY hard on her clothes, I found that out the hard way last time I made her a dress. This is why she goes through clothes so often, she has no idea how to treat soft cloth and gowns and such. She's a jeans and tee-shirt girl (love you manda-may) and it's not a bad thing, just a bitch to make the clothes.
I'll feel better when I'm done, and then I'll come up with ways it could have been worse and pat myself on the back.
- Stevie