Play tragic.
I think I should probably do a real update. I've posted enough ambiguous entries for now.
Monday's attempt at imitating a 'Girls Gone Wild' video caused an...interesting...disturbance to my usual daily routine. It also caused way too much trouble for my liking, so I probably won't be participating in anything like that for a while. Well...maybe once more, then not for a while.
My parents have been arguing a lot more lately. Its come to the point where they don't even care if I have company over anymore. It's nerve-wrecking to sit in a room with your friend(s) while awkwardly trying to dismiss the screaming match that's going on between your parents on the other side of the wall. Hmm, and they're arguing now...eh. I'm tired of this subject.
Last night, my father told me that I've been acting like a mother lately with the way I've been cooking meals, keeping the house tidy and taking care of Deja. Finally! It's about time I received some goddamn recognition around here! I feel strange when taking care of Deja, though. I don't feel maternal. A lot of my childhood memories and philosophies are still pretty vivid in my head, so its not hard to relate to her. We both like to color, distort people's names and pretend suds are snow. Oh, and play dead.
::nods::
Monday's attempt at imitating a 'Girls Gone Wild' video caused an...interesting...disturbance to my usual daily routine. It also caused way too much trouble for my liking, so I probably won't be participating in anything like that for a while. Well...maybe once more, then not for a while.
My parents have been arguing a lot more lately. Its come to the point where they don't even care if I have company over anymore. It's nerve-wrecking to sit in a room with your friend(s) while awkwardly trying to dismiss the screaming match that's going on between your parents on the other side of the wall. Hmm, and they're arguing now...eh. I'm tired of this subject.
Last night, my father told me that I've been acting like a mother lately with the way I've been cooking meals, keeping the house tidy and taking care of Deja. Finally! It's about time I received some goddamn recognition around here! I feel strange when taking care of Deja, though. I don't feel maternal. A lot of my childhood memories and philosophies are still pretty vivid in my head, so its not hard to relate to her. We both like to color, distort people's names and pretend suds are snow. Oh, and play dead.
::nods::