My year in review.
I'm Lord Voldemort? Does anybody think this is realistic?
Everything seems like a huge fucking burden to me lately.
I haven't been sleeping well lately.
This was unintentional, folks.
Do you know why I'm better than you?
So I'm finally into Chamber of Secrets.
My mommy sent me a package.
HURRAY!
It has been a pretty crazy last week of living.
I've been sick a lot.
Day two of calling in to work sick because I wake up without the ability to stand, concentrate, and feel like I'm not going to throw up.
It snowed today for about three or four hours.
Two Harry Potter mentionings. That's impressive. What's more impressive is that I've had this account since 2002. There's a certain pride in that.
I was woken from my half sleep last night with a random nosebleed. And since I was half asleep, I just rolled onto my back and sniffed it all back up so that I could go back to sleep. When I woke up this morning, there was blood on my face and pillow. It's just...weird.
I've been having trouble sleeping lately. I took sleeping pills a few nights ago but haven't done it since because I just don't want to take them every single time I want to go to sleep. I read about half of Survivor and finally started writing down this story that has lived in my head for years. Really. Years. So. That's good. It was one when I made myself turn off the light and lay down.
My mom sent us a computer for Christmas. I'll spare you the I hate UPS story that goes along with it. It's a flat screen with a scanner/printer/fax/copier and DVD burner. So I'm very, very pleased. And she's still sending stuff.
Brett and I have decided to put off being poor. We're going to have Christmas (we're going to cash in one of his savings bonds from forever ago that have tons of interest) and deal with being poor next year. It's our first Christmas together (despite it being the third Christmas we've been together), and I want to actually have it. I want a tree. I want wrapped presents sitting under it. I want tasty baked goods and a glazed ham with all the damned trimmings.
Christmas just isn't about religion anymore. And I like it that way. It was made up using Pagan traditions in order to integrate them anyway...
We're getting a tree tomorrow, dammit.
Everything seems like a huge fucking burden to me lately.
I haven't been sleeping well lately.
This was unintentional, folks.
Do you know why I'm better than you?
So I'm finally into Chamber of Secrets.
My mommy sent me a package.
HURRAY!
It has been a pretty crazy last week of living.
I've been sick a lot.
Day two of calling in to work sick because I wake up without the ability to stand, concentrate, and feel like I'm not going to throw up.
It snowed today for about three or four hours.
Two Harry Potter mentionings. That's impressive. What's more impressive is that I've had this account since 2002. There's a certain pride in that.
I was woken from my half sleep last night with a random nosebleed. And since I was half asleep, I just rolled onto my back and sniffed it all back up so that I could go back to sleep. When I woke up this morning, there was blood on my face and pillow. It's just...weird.
I've been having trouble sleeping lately. I took sleeping pills a few nights ago but haven't done it since because I just don't want to take them every single time I want to go to sleep. I read about half of Survivor and finally started writing down this story that has lived in my head for years. Really. Years. So. That's good. It was one when I made myself turn off the light and lay down.
My mom sent us a computer for Christmas. I'll spare you the I hate UPS story that goes along with it. It's a flat screen with a scanner/printer/fax/copier and DVD burner. So I'm very, very pleased. And she's still sending stuff.
Brett and I have decided to put off being poor. We're going to have Christmas (we're going to cash in one of his savings bonds from forever ago that have tons of interest) and deal with being poor next year. It's our first Christmas together (despite it being the third Christmas we've been together), and I want to actually have it. I want a tree. I want wrapped presents sitting under it. I want tasty baked goods and a glazed ham with all the damned trimmings.
Christmas just isn't about religion anymore. And I like it that way. It was made up using Pagan traditions in order to integrate them anyway...
We're getting a tree tomorrow, dammit.