laundry + stuff
So I did laundry today. Months of laundry. Five loads of laundry. @.@ 10$ worth of laundry! Anyway, at least everything's all clean now and I can actually wear non-smelly pants.
Not much been going on. Midterms, and I think my Fiction teacher is the devil. I told my parents I got a 93% on my essay and they're all happy, but my Fiction midterm grade is a C? Ugh. He could have at least calculated my crap in so I didn't look like a fuckhead. *shakes fist*
Been really tired lately; bit of depression coming back. I have the distinct feeling I should be back on pills, but I really just want to be okay for once. I feel like I keep getting on Greg's nerves and I'm making him depressed, so it's all a vicious cycle. @.@
We've been stressed with money lately; Greg's account was almost overdrawn and we've just kind of been inching by. I called my dad about a bill I have on Tuesday and that I need more money and of course the first thing he says to me is "I hope you're not calling me about money; the only time you call me is to ask for money." Which I feel isn't true, but it hurt my feelings. I wish I didn't have to go home for Christmas, even if the guys aren't at the apartment. I just want to stay here with Shylo and just have a little bit of quiet time. It's not that I want Greg gone, it's just that if I can't have him there, I might as well be alone. I really don't want to go to Arizona for Christmas again. I'm so pissed because mom just wants me to fly to Arizona for Christmas and then fly back to Moscow; I won't even get to see anyone or have good Chinese food and Godfather's pizza. Fuck, I hate dealing with my mom.
I have another infection and it's bugging me. I took an extra pill I had for it, but it's not working, and now I'm probably going to have to go to a doctor. *sigh* I hate having to go there.
Finally getting around to reading some Anne Bishop.
Dad said my new motherboard got in (fucking finally). He's going to test it to see if this one actually works before sending it me. The least the fucking company could do is send me things that work.
Not much been going on. Midterms, and I think my Fiction teacher is the devil. I told my parents I got a 93% on my essay and they're all happy, but my Fiction midterm grade is a C? Ugh. He could have at least calculated my crap in so I didn't look like a fuckhead. *shakes fist*
Been really tired lately; bit of depression coming back. I have the distinct feeling I should be back on pills, but I really just want to be okay for once. I feel like I keep getting on Greg's nerves and I'm making him depressed, so it's all a vicious cycle. @.@
We've been stressed with money lately; Greg's account was almost overdrawn and we've just kind of been inching by. I called my dad about a bill I have on Tuesday and that I need more money and of course the first thing he says to me is "I hope you're not calling me about money; the only time you call me is to ask for money." Which I feel isn't true, but it hurt my feelings. I wish I didn't have to go home for Christmas, even if the guys aren't at the apartment. I just want to stay here with Shylo and just have a little bit of quiet time. It's not that I want Greg gone, it's just that if I can't have him there, I might as well be alone. I really don't want to go to Arizona for Christmas again. I'm so pissed because mom just wants me to fly to Arizona for Christmas and then fly back to Moscow; I won't even get to see anyone or have good Chinese food and Godfather's pizza. Fuck, I hate dealing with my mom.
I have another infection and it's bugging me. I took an extra pill I had for it, but it's not working, and now I'm probably going to have to go to a doctor. *sigh* I hate having to go there.
Finally getting around to reading some Anne Bishop.
Dad said my new motherboard got in (fucking finally). He's going to test it to see if this one actually works before sending it me. The least the fucking company could do is send me things that work.