Why am I so fuckin angry?
Holy muthafucking shit fuck fuck fuck!!!
That's my mood for these past 2 days and I don't fucking understand it.
I literally feel that I'm a shove away from getting into a fist fight.
It's so ridiculous, cuz I'm angry over some stupid assignment that I can't seem to complete, cuz I really don't think that my partner is on the right track with it at all. So I torn between re-writing the whole fucker or just letting her go on and hope for the best. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wrote a paper and she edited it and we got a fuckin 34/35..I'm seriously having no clue what we're gonna do on this one.
I can't do anything else, but fume over this and it's causin me mad stress!!!!!
BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH
To top it off, my fuckin laptop's screen is now shit, so I have to buy a new one and I don't know if I should wait till after x-mas or not. When do all these sales come about??????????? Good news is that my 'rents are giving me $500 for x-mas to buy a new one...so hooray for that!
And I know it's mean, but holy seriously mother of pearl, I need some fuckin space!!! I feel like my house is truly the size of an inch. Honest to god, I don't even feel safe in the bathroom w/o thinking that someone is going to pop in. Yesterday, I went to take a piss and fuckin Kari is at the door asking me to hand her gravol!!! I was there for like 2 seconds!!! Jay is no longer leaving the house it seems, as he's there when I leave and when I return. I'd be having fuckin cabin fever by now, if I were him. Kari is sick and therefore, on home full time too!!! I....am....going....crazy!!!
I'm s'pose to be doing online schooling next year, which will severely limit my reasoning for leaving the house. Oh my, will I just find myself working every day to get away...get away...
I liked the house, when it was usually empty or you could at least time things properly!!!
Next week...so soon...I will have house to self...oh sweet jesus...I can walk around naked, make anything I care for and not have to give a damn for nobody else. Yes, I'm a prick, but Daddy needs some personal time.
HOORAY FOR VENTING, LAH LAH LAH!!!
-J
That's my mood for these past 2 days and I don't fucking understand it.
I literally feel that I'm a shove away from getting into a fist fight.
It's so ridiculous, cuz I'm angry over some stupid assignment that I can't seem to complete, cuz I really don't think that my partner is on the right track with it at all. So I torn between re-writing the whole fucker or just letting her go on and hope for the best. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wrote a paper and she edited it and we got a fuckin 34/35..I'm seriously having no clue what we're gonna do on this one.
I can't do anything else, but fume over this and it's causin me mad stress!!!!!
BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH
To top it off, my fuckin laptop's screen is now shit, so I have to buy a new one and I don't know if I should wait till after x-mas or not. When do all these sales come about??????????? Good news is that my 'rents are giving me $500 for x-mas to buy a new one...so hooray for that!
And I know it's mean, but holy seriously mother of pearl, I need some fuckin space!!! I feel like my house is truly the size of an inch. Honest to god, I don't even feel safe in the bathroom w/o thinking that someone is going to pop in. Yesterday, I went to take a piss and fuckin Kari is at the door asking me to hand her gravol!!! I was there for like 2 seconds!!! Jay is no longer leaving the house it seems, as he's there when I leave and when I return. I'd be having fuckin cabin fever by now, if I were him. Kari is sick and therefore, on home full time too!!! I....am....going....crazy!!!
I'm s'pose to be doing online schooling next year, which will severely limit my reasoning for leaving the house. Oh my, will I just find myself working every day to get away...get away...
I liked the house, when it was usually empty or you could at least time things properly!!!
Next week...so soon...I will have house to self...oh sweet jesus...I can walk around naked, make anything I care for and not have to give a damn for nobody else. Yes, I'm a prick, but Daddy needs some personal time.
HOORAY FOR VENTING, LAH LAH LAH!!!
-J