Things My Mother is Allergic To

• Dogs
• Cats
• Happiness
• Making comments without the slightest hint of criticism
• Going five seconds in Dad's presence without nagging and hen-pecking him

I feel tired a lot lately. I'm not sure how much work and papers I can do, I'm getting really stressed and worn out. Usually I just want to sleep so I don't have to worry about college work and all the assignments I have to do. I just wish the semester would already be over so I could fly to Portland. Two months still feels so far away. I'm sick of ( Read more... )

I had a dream about a person who bothered me. Sometimes, I wish that I had been assertive enough to properly call them out while I still had the chance. I should get over this person by now, but goddamn it, they still piss me off. It's so pathetic.

Esprit de l'escalier is such a pain in the ass.

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Sometimes, I feel like I've shot myself in the foot.

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...It finally happened. Mom and Dad may get a divorce ( Read more... )

So, um. I was bored. So I watched Puella Magi Madoka Magica: Rebellion last night.

( I'll make this brief. Spoilers, of course. )

This semester is getting off to a poor start ( Read more... )

Somehow, I had a feeling that checking the comments for an actual secret rather than just the "Adoptables" thread would be an enormous mistake. Nice to know I'm right. (TW: ABLEISM UP THE FUCKING WAZOOHow nice that while people think I'm a stupid whackjob IRL, I can't tell about my experiences online 'cause I'll just be lumped with SJWs who fake ( Read more... )

I found some of my old spritework while browsing through my folders. Reminds me of the time I used to make a bunch of sprite cartoons. Goddamn, thinking about my lack of creativity today makes me depressed again ( Read more... )

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, ( Read more... )