Was it really that long?1
So I just realized I haven't updated this thing since my birthday... and I thought I was bad about updating my Devart journal. oops. So yeah, sorry about the long wait between journals, but things are pretty much same old same old around here.
I'm still very much a doormat. I let certain people walk all over me even though I'm trying to relearn how to grow a spine. I feel I've made progress in that by paying off my mother and telling her no.
See, she wanted me and Rich to go to TRF with her, and was wanting us to pay for everything but a hotel room, and I really can't afford that. So I took a deep breath and told her no. I would not be going with her because it was not in my best interests financially. And I've already decided I'm not going "with" them to Scarby. Scarby is MINE. It is one of the few things in my live that I will get possessive enough over to fight my mother, and when she wants to go and ruin it for me by holding onto my corset strings I draw the line. I was a good girl and waited on her hand and foot last year on bloody opening weekend, and I cried over it that night when I missed cannon and half of pub sing. I refuse to do it this year. I pay my own way and can stay with Vic so... I don't need her. If she sees me there, then good for her. I'm not going to mess up my time there because of her.
So I'm trying not to be as much of a doormat, but I'm still stupidly dedicated to things that probably shouldn't be. Getting over being sick for the last few days, so I'm not sleeping enough and been off and on feverish. However, I'm still one of those people who drags my sorry butt outta bed and goes to teach. Which most people would consider a very good thing. And it is good to an extent, but I need to chill sometimes and remember it is okay for me to take a day off every now and again.
I've started working out. I joined Curves at the begining of the month and can't wait till the end of the week when they weigh and measure me to see my progress so far. Here's to hoping things go well ^_~
Tiger is all better, the limp from his surgery is gone, and he's back to being King of my world. I made him a little catnip bag and he's playing with it right now. So he's gonna be one chill kitten for the night. Victory is mine there.
I'm still very much a doormat. I let certain people walk all over me even though I'm trying to relearn how to grow a spine. I feel I've made progress in that by paying off my mother and telling her no.
See, she wanted me and Rich to go to TRF with her, and was wanting us to pay for everything but a hotel room, and I really can't afford that. So I took a deep breath and told her no. I would not be going with her because it was not in my best interests financially. And I've already decided I'm not going "with" them to Scarby. Scarby is MINE. It is one of the few things in my live that I will get possessive enough over to fight my mother, and when she wants to go and ruin it for me by holding onto my corset strings I draw the line. I was a good girl and waited on her hand and foot last year on bloody opening weekend, and I cried over it that night when I missed cannon and half of pub sing. I refuse to do it this year. I pay my own way and can stay with Vic so... I don't need her. If she sees me there, then good for her. I'm not going to mess up my time there because of her.
So I'm trying not to be as much of a doormat, but I'm still stupidly dedicated to things that probably shouldn't be. Getting over being sick for the last few days, so I'm not sleeping enough and been off and on feverish. However, I'm still one of those people who drags my sorry butt outta bed and goes to teach. Which most people would consider a very good thing. And it is good to an extent, but I need to chill sometimes and remember it is okay for me to take a day off every now and again.
I've started working out. I joined Curves at the begining of the month and can't wait till the end of the week when they weigh and measure me to see my progress so far. Here's to hoping things go well ^_~
Tiger is all better, the limp from his surgery is gone, and he's back to being King of my world. I made him a little catnip bag and he's playing with it right now. So he's gonna be one chill kitten for the night. Victory is mine there.