Every time he talks to me, it's a stab in the <3 because I still like him.
I am NOT talking about C, I'm talking about Slagel. *shudders* If he ever reads this, I am so dead, lol. Sent me a message, saying that he's trying to work things out with his girlfriend. Well, thanks. I guess I'll ... try to not love you? Ack!! Holy fuck, man, what the hell am I supposed to tell him?! "I hope it works out :)"???????????? I hope it doesn't work out, even though that's not entirely correct. Everyone deserves happiness. It's clear that he really cares for her, and I'm glad that he's got a good thing going for him.
Mom and I are going to try to see The Lightening Thief and eat sushi on Saturday. I'm pleased, of course, that she's being so nice, but at the same time I'm uber-tempted to just be all "are you bipolar?". What hurts is that C had said it'd be a good movie. (Did he lie about that too, or did he have to venture outside the house in order to help his parents??????????????)
Just about the only current stressor for me right now is .... TWO YEARS FROM NOW I'D BETTER HAVE MY DAMNED CERTIFICATE FOR HUMAN SERVICES because taking these courses sucks. It's like a never-ending flow of "oh, wow, that applies to my life!" and "holy fuck, I didn't want to think about that". I swear, I really should work on my book more. I mean... $$$$$$$$$$$ = me paying off Vista & finally being able to (J, I swear to God, please don't bitch and moan) get help. HELPZ. You know I need somebody, you know I need someone... :P. Ironically, I'm wearing a Beatles shirt. Grrreat.
Have to explain to E today that I don't want to go to church with her. OMFG. Can someone just shoot me now?
Will edit later, my readers. .... Provided I have readers... But, hey, at least it's one thing-o less off the Moni-Volcano.
Mom and I are going to try to see The Lightening Thief and eat sushi on Saturday. I'm pleased, of course, that she's being so nice, but at the same time I'm uber-tempted to just be all "are you bipolar?". What hurts is that C had said it'd be a good movie. (Did he lie about that too, or did he have to venture outside the house in order to help his parents??????????????)
Just about the only current stressor for me right now is .... TWO YEARS FROM NOW I'D BETTER HAVE MY DAMNED CERTIFICATE FOR HUMAN SERVICES because taking these courses sucks. It's like a never-ending flow of "oh, wow, that applies to my life!" and "holy fuck, I didn't want to think about that". I swear, I really should work on my book more. I mean... $$$$$$$$$$$ = me paying off Vista & finally being able to (J, I swear to God, please don't bitch and moan) get help. HELPZ. You know I need somebody, you know I need someone... :P. Ironically, I'm wearing a Beatles shirt. Grrreat.
Have to explain to E today that I don't want to go to church with her. OMFG. Can someone just shoot me now?
Will edit later, my readers. .... Provided I have readers... But, hey, at least it's one thing-o less off the Moni-Volcano.