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I'm in a not so goodish mood today. I first off didn't get to bed until after 5am. I've been having real trouble sleeping lately. There's no reason for it.. but then again that could just be the right justification for it. I hate feeling so fucking useless.
I got a call from the new apartment's management. I *apparently* forgot to fucking sign one of my rent cheques. Goody. I can't believe I did that. I called Erin and told her what's up so her and I will be going up to Oakville to sign it tomorrow. (Thanks for the quick-to-rescue-me thing, love you Erin.) If Mikey's here, which I assume that he will be, he'll be coming to. It's just a hassle for everyone else because I fucked up. I guess I was just so nervous.. but whatever.
I decorated the house for Christmas last night. My sister and I did the tree (which looks not too baddish) and then I put up some random decor around the house. I hate our wreath though, it always takes a chunk out of the door. :(
On a happier note, I got my schedule for school. Erin and I have all the same classes. Which is for lack of a better term, awesome as fuck. No wait, that puts it quite nicely..
I'm going to spend the rest of my afternoon packing until my sister gets home. She's going to a Christmas party tonight and the boy she likes is holding it. I'm going to do her hair and make-up.. She's getting more and more grown-up everyday and I think my dad and I are having the worst trouble with it. Mom's proud as punch.
I'm officially NOW done all my Christmas shopping. I thought I combined some shipping with an item and apparently I didn't. Even though I know I did. Oh well.. I don't mind paying the couple extra bucks now. Later, I'll regret it I'm sure.
I just want to make Christmas cookies like I've been planning all bloody week, wear pajamas, and cry all this wretched feeling out. I don't even know why I'm so upset. I guess part of it will be the fact that this will be the first Christmas where the family is not all together. It's just freaking me out a bit I suppose. I know our family is different (to say the least) but I still don't like the feeling that we're disbanding. I guess it's just part of growing up. My family may be fucked, but we're all really emotional and close beings. I think it's the fact that we care so much that we're erratic.
Or maybe just chemically imbalanced...............*smirks*
I got a call from the new apartment's management. I *apparently* forgot to fucking sign one of my rent cheques. Goody. I can't believe I did that. I called Erin and told her what's up so her and I will be going up to Oakville to sign it tomorrow. (Thanks for the quick-to-rescue-me thing, love you Erin.) If Mikey's here, which I assume that he will be, he'll be coming to. It's just a hassle for everyone else because I fucked up. I guess I was just so nervous.. but whatever.
I decorated the house for Christmas last night. My sister and I did the tree (which looks not too baddish) and then I put up some random decor around the house. I hate our wreath though, it always takes a chunk out of the door. :(
On a happier note, I got my schedule for school. Erin and I have all the same classes. Which is for lack of a better term, awesome as fuck. No wait, that puts it quite nicely..
I'm going to spend the rest of my afternoon packing until my sister gets home. She's going to a Christmas party tonight and the boy she likes is holding it. I'm going to do her hair and make-up.. She's getting more and more grown-up everyday and I think my dad and I are having the worst trouble with it. Mom's proud as punch.
I'm officially NOW done all my Christmas shopping. I thought I combined some shipping with an item and apparently I didn't. Even though I know I did. Oh well.. I don't mind paying the couple extra bucks now. Later, I'll regret it I'm sure.
I just want to make Christmas cookies like I've been planning all bloody week, wear pajamas, and cry all this wretched feeling out. I don't even know why I'm so upset. I guess part of it will be the fact that this will be the first Christmas where the family is not all together. It's just freaking me out a bit I suppose. I know our family is different (to say the least) but I still don't like the feeling that we're disbanding. I guess it's just part of growing up. My family may be fucked, but we're all really emotional and close beings. I think it's the fact that we care so much that we're erratic.
Or maybe just chemically imbalanced...............*smirks*