don't say you want me.
I made the Dean's List at UNO again, with a 3.69 GPA. w00t.
Dragged myself out of bed and went to therapy, where Vivian commented that I seem to be doing well aside from being really sick and menstruating again. I need to call the Women's Center on Monday, but they probably won't answer and I'll just have to go there and make them fix it. Still plaguing. I don't know how a body can hold this much mucus. Sorry, gross.
I emptied my crayon bank into a change sorter and got $47. Then we got Mom and went to the chiropractor. On the way there, we saw at least 5 broken/stalled vehicles on the side of the road. And Mom pissed me off. A pretty slender black lady and her boyfriend/brother and maybe younger sister were peering in confusion at the engine and I pondered aloud if they'd need help. Mom snickered and said, "They're probably stripping it."
"What?"
"Stealing it."
. . .
"Mom, that's MEAN." I should've said more. That's really fucking offensive. I can't believe my parents are so backwards sometimes, with my dad's stupid imitations of effeminate gays and people who have jobs he doesn't like and both of them are all I H8 ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS THEY ARE WORTHLESS. I feel bad for those immigrants. They have to be leading a really shitty existence to risk their freedom/lives by escaping.
Smeg and I then went to the mall. I was hoping to find some earrings, but I didn't find any I liked enough to buy. We ended up just having ice cream and getting a few things at B&BWorks, which is ALWAYS busy for some reason. I guess we got in some exercise but we both wore stupid shoes for it. We stopped at the grocery store that sucks for some fruitz0r to help nutrify me into getting well, and drove through our boring but pretty neighborhood. I keep forgetting it has a little park. We should go ... do something in it.
My head hurts. >\
But I'm rollin' in dough! My paycheck finally started depositing directly into my account and if I get better about keeping tabs on my cash, I'll stay slightly rollin'.
I have another shift at the b0rg tomorrow, but it should... well, I'd say it shouldn't be bad but it's a Saturday so it may well be. I only have to be there for 3.5 hours, though. There's a ton of shit going on in Omaha this weekend, apparently, but I don't know if I'll do any of it. The thing that most appealed to me is that Taste Of Omaha thing downtown, where restaurants set up kiosks and let you try their food? That's what Vivian told me, anyway.
Dad was all weird in a completely new way when I told him I was definitely quitting my job in a few weeks. "The job has already served its PURPOSE," he said. What? Did I know about this? "I kept my hands off, I let you do these things yourself. You got the application and filled it out and got the interview and the job, and you've worked there on your own, so the job has done what it should. It's up to you when you quit."
The fuck? I swear 10 days ago, he was all AAAAAAAH YOU NEED K0HLB0RG TENURE BECAUSE THAT WILL BE IMPORTANT TO ... NO ONE!!!!!11 I think he's become more sympathetic because he's quitting his job soon, too. Still, he's always done this to me about everything I do, and it's never really made sense. It feels like he's trying to make his presence in my life known when the thing I did really had nothing to do with him. About all he assisted me with was that lesson on my finances and how to keep up with my checking account. Otherwise, he didn't seem interested. But he likes me to think he's ALWAYS WATCHING!!!!11 My dad totally requires two 1s whenever I 'quote' him.
I had a nice evening with Smeg, all told. I am sore like a bitch now, but these things happen.
J.
Dragged myself out of bed and went to therapy, where Vivian commented that I seem to be doing well aside from being really sick and menstruating again. I need to call the Women's Center on Monday, but they probably won't answer and I'll just have to go there and make them fix it. Still plaguing. I don't know how a body can hold this much mucus. Sorry, gross.
I emptied my crayon bank into a change sorter and got $47. Then we got Mom and went to the chiropractor. On the way there, we saw at least 5 broken/stalled vehicles on the side of the road. And Mom pissed me off. A pretty slender black lady and her boyfriend/brother and maybe younger sister were peering in confusion at the engine and I pondered aloud if they'd need help. Mom snickered and said, "They're probably stripping it."
"What?"
"Stealing it."
. . .
"Mom, that's MEAN." I should've said more. That's really fucking offensive. I can't believe my parents are so backwards sometimes, with my dad's stupid imitations of effeminate gays and people who have jobs he doesn't like and both of them are all I H8 ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS THEY ARE WORTHLESS. I feel bad for those immigrants. They have to be leading a really shitty existence to risk their freedom/lives by escaping.
Smeg and I then went to the mall. I was hoping to find some earrings, but I didn't find any I liked enough to buy. We ended up just having ice cream and getting a few things at B&BWorks, which is ALWAYS busy for some reason. I guess we got in some exercise but we both wore stupid shoes for it. We stopped at the grocery store that sucks for some fruitz0r to help nutrify me into getting well, and drove through our boring but pretty neighborhood. I keep forgetting it has a little park. We should go ... do something in it.
My head hurts. >\
But I'm rollin' in dough! My paycheck finally started depositing directly into my account and if I get better about keeping tabs on my cash, I'll stay slightly rollin'.
I have another shift at the b0rg tomorrow, but it should... well, I'd say it shouldn't be bad but it's a Saturday so it may well be. I only have to be there for 3.5 hours, though. There's a ton of shit going on in Omaha this weekend, apparently, but I don't know if I'll do any of it. The thing that most appealed to me is that Taste Of Omaha thing downtown, where restaurants set up kiosks and let you try their food? That's what Vivian told me, anyway.
Dad was all weird in a completely new way when I told him I was definitely quitting my job in a few weeks. "The job has already served its PURPOSE," he said. What? Did I know about this? "I kept my hands off, I let you do these things yourself. You got the application and filled it out and got the interview and the job, and you've worked there on your own, so the job has done what it should. It's up to you when you quit."
The fuck? I swear 10 days ago, he was all AAAAAAAH YOU NEED K0HLB0RG TENURE BECAUSE THAT WILL BE IMPORTANT TO ... NO ONE!!!!!11 I think he's become more sympathetic because he's quitting his job soon, too. Still, he's always done this to me about everything I do, and it's never really made sense. It feels like he's trying to make his presence in my life known when the thing I did really had nothing to do with him. About all he assisted me with was that lesson on my finances and how to keep up with my checking account. Otherwise, he didn't seem interested. But he likes me to think he's ALWAYS WATCHING!!!!11 My dad totally requires two 1s whenever I 'quote' him.
I had a nice evening with Smeg, all told. I am sore like a bitch now, but these things happen.
J.