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Okay, I'll update y'all on my life.
On Friday, while at the library, my mom's friend came in, and coaxed me outside.
I'm like, okay, what's important?
She apparently was getting jealous of the attention my neice and nephew were getting from my mom(their grandmother). She knows I hate kids, and have been consistently refusing to baby-sit. Well, Chris(ma's friend) pulled a beautiful black leather trench-coat with a hood, and fuzzy trims out of her trunk. It was a little damaged and dirty, but nothing I couldn't fix. She said that if I baby-sat for a few hours while she went out with my mom, I could have it.
I'm like, WTF this is unreal! So, I went home, and sat downstairs infront of the sewing machine, fixing the coat while watching the kids. First, I sewed up a huge rip. It's a bit sloppy, but I still like it. A button was missing, so I cut one more off, and moved another to the other side, so it looks like it's supposed to be like that. It's the best thing I own. I'll post photos when I remember to. I already took them.
On Sunday, my sister threw away a bunch of old clothes. I dug some out of the trash. (what?! I'm broke and they just had a little pizza on them!) I recovered some bras, some underwear that's too big and one pair that's ripped(I can sew them up), and a hot top. I think she's planning on getting rid of more, too. I'm going to wash them up, but I can't let anyone in the house see them for probably a year, otherwise they will recognize them.
Yesterday, I hung out with some of my friends. We were job-searching, but I've already applied everywhere in town, so I'm not going to bother returning any aps. It was a good excuse to see Cassie and Jackie.
Last night, we ran out of food(those damned kids eat too much!), so I went grocery shopping at midnight, and got stuff at McDonalds and Wendy's for everyone on the way home. It was 0120 by the time I got home, and 0145 by the time I finished putting the groceries away. When I went to get my food from Wendy's I couldn't find it. I woke my dad up, and asked him what he ate. MY SISTER GAVE HIM MY GODDAMNED FOOD!!!!!!!!! I was tired, hungry, hot, thirsty, and crabby. The last thing I needed was to have my meal stolen! I started to cry. Like I said, I was crabby. After sobbing on the floor in front of the refrigerator for 15 minutes, I got a box of donuts down and (still sobbing) brought them to my room with a glass of milk. After watching "Pirates of the Carribean" for just a few minutes, I forgot my troubles, ate 3 donuts, and was actually smiling. I stayed up til 0415 watching it. I'm going to watch it again today, since I couldn't hear half of it(the volume was down way low).
It's cold today. I really wish I could have a hug from someone special. Hir skin is soft and warm.
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On Friday, while at the library, my mom's friend came in, and coaxed me outside.
I'm like, okay, what's important?
She apparently was getting jealous of the attention my neice and nephew were getting from my mom(their grandmother). She knows I hate kids, and have been consistently refusing to baby-sit. Well, Chris(ma's friend) pulled a beautiful black leather trench-coat with a hood, and fuzzy trims out of her trunk. It was a little damaged and dirty, but nothing I couldn't fix. She said that if I baby-sat for a few hours while she went out with my mom, I could have it.
I'm like, WTF this is unreal! So, I went home, and sat downstairs infront of the sewing machine, fixing the coat while watching the kids. First, I sewed up a huge rip. It's a bit sloppy, but I still like it. A button was missing, so I cut one more off, and moved another to the other side, so it looks like it's supposed to be like that. It's the best thing I own. I'll post photos when I remember to. I already took them.
On Sunday, my sister threw away a bunch of old clothes. I dug some out of the trash. (what?! I'm broke and they just had a little pizza on them!) I recovered some bras, some underwear that's too big and one pair that's ripped(I can sew them up), and a hot top. I think she's planning on getting rid of more, too. I'm going to wash them up, but I can't let anyone in the house see them for probably a year, otherwise they will recognize them.
Yesterday, I hung out with some of my friends. We were job-searching, but I've already applied everywhere in town, so I'm not going to bother returning any aps. It was a good excuse to see Cassie and Jackie.
Last night, we ran out of food(those damned kids eat too much!), so I went grocery shopping at midnight, and got stuff at McDonalds and Wendy's for everyone on the way home. It was 0120 by the time I got home, and 0145 by the time I finished putting the groceries away. When I went to get my food from Wendy's I couldn't find it. I woke my dad up, and asked him what he ate. MY SISTER GAVE HIM MY GODDAMNED FOOD!!!!!!!!! I was tired, hungry, hot, thirsty, and crabby. The last thing I needed was to have my meal stolen! I started to cry. Like I said, I was crabby. After sobbing on the floor in front of the refrigerator for 15 minutes, I got a box of donuts down and (still sobbing) brought them to my room with a glass of milk. After watching "Pirates of the Carribean" for just a few minutes, I forgot my troubles, ate 3 donuts, and was actually smiling. I stayed up til 0415 watching it. I'm going to watch it again today, since I couldn't hear half of it(the volume was down way low).
It's cold today. I really wish I could have a hug from someone special. Hir skin is soft and warm.
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