This is me
It's time for the bi-montly bitch fest~~~
Every now and then mum and I just get tired of each other. Granted it's not as bad as other months, I think we handled each other pretty well this morning, but it's just the two of us going in circles and it's really tiresome. :<
Mum wants me to get out of my room, I have nowhere to go. Mum wants me to study, I haven't gotten the books yet. I mean, yeah, I should walk Francis more, but there's only so much dog walking I can fill my day with.
Also, I've had a headache for the past few days and omg, it's evolving. :( I'm not gonna take anything for it, I've been doing that for the past few days and it's making me dumb as fuck. I apologize for anybody I've spoken to on aim, I can't remember half of it and the one half that I do remember is pretty stupid on my half.
I think I want to get a job but I don't think I can. "Oh, hello, my name is Shona and I want you to hire me. I have no previous experience whatsoever, not even babysitting, and I've dropped out of high school twice. I hate going out of the house and I have a problem with commitments and I can't stand on my feet for more than ten minutes. Hire me, 'kay?"
SO. I'm OUTSIDE. Yes, the great outdoors and for once the weather is actually pretty nice. A nice, mild summer day, but fuck. There's contrustion right across the street and somebody needs to do a Tinman and oil the big ass machines because they're squeaking like crazy. The cats and George don't seem to mind, but then again, the cats poop in a box and George is made of rock.
oh hai personal entry. I'm unsure of whether or not I should filter these posts. I did with the last one because it was boring and I only let people I thought would be interested in reading it read it. :/ Maybe I should FO them? It's not that I mind strangers reading these entries, I just don't want people to come across this journal and think it's another boring journal about some strangers life. (not that there's anything wrong with those... really, it's just that's not what this journal is about)
Actually, I was thinking of making another journal, maybe? But then again, I don't want to be one of those douches that have ten billion journals for every little thing.
I'm so indecisive.
Every now and then mum and I just get tired of each other. Granted it's not as bad as other months, I think we handled each other pretty well this morning, but it's just the two of us going in circles and it's really tiresome. :<
Mum wants me to get out of my room, I have nowhere to go. Mum wants me to study, I haven't gotten the books yet. I mean, yeah, I should walk Francis more, but there's only so much dog walking I can fill my day with.
Also, I've had a headache for the past few days and omg, it's evolving. :( I'm not gonna take anything for it, I've been doing that for the past few days and it's making me dumb as fuck. I apologize for anybody I've spoken to on aim, I can't remember half of it and the one half that I do remember is pretty stupid on my half.
I think I want to get a job but I don't think I can. "Oh, hello, my name is Shona and I want you to hire me. I have no previous experience whatsoever, not even babysitting, and I've dropped out of high school twice. I hate going out of the house and I have a problem with commitments and I can't stand on my feet for more than ten minutes. Hire me, 'kay?"
SO. I'm OUTSIDE. Yes, the great outdoors and for once the weather is actually pretty nice. A nice, mild summer day, but fuck. There's contrustion right across the street and somebody needs to do a Tinman and oil the big ass machines because they're squeaking like crazy. The cats and George don't seem to mind, but then again, the cats poop in a box and George is made of rock.
oh hai personal entry. I'm unsure of whether or not I should filter these posts. I did with the last one because it was boring and I only let people I thought would be interested in reading it read it. :/ Maybe I should FO them? It's not that I mind strangers reading these entries, I just don't want people to come across this journal and think it's another boring journal about some strangers life. (not that there's anything wrong with those... really, it's just that's not what this journal is about)
Actually, I was thinking of making another journal, maybe? But then again, I don't want to be one of those douches that have ten billion journals for every little thing.
I'm so indecisive.