Typical Christmas Eve.
You know, the one where the family is constantly pissed off even though they should be relaxing because the holidays are almost over for awhile? My dad was yelling at everyone earlier because he couldn't find this Rolling Stones CD of mine. He was pissed because he wanted to listen to it. Jesus Christ man! Get some patience. I told him to relax so he threw a magazine at me and then said, "Next time I'll throw a book at you." Fuckin' douchetard. So then my idiotic brother walks upstairs and starts fucking around by stumbling everywhere and makes my mom fuck up this wrapping. She gets pissed, he gets defensive, I stay quiet, my dad yells at everyone. Yup. Typical family scene for my home.
So earlier in the day, I got online for about 4 hours. Talked to Jim, Nic, Doug, and some other people. Usual boring shit. Soon after I got all dressed up and purdy (I looked so hot) and went to my aunt's for dinner. I didn't take my meds today, therefore I couldn't handle the laughter and good conversation so I hid in the backroom and watched "Beyond Belief." Soon I was invaded by a pack of wild family members who were giggling about soap opera storylines. I was just like, "Shut the fuck up," and walked out. After a dinner consisting of red potatoes, cauliflower and broccoli, biscuits, and Cornish Hens (I may as well add the part where I ate most of the meat off of it and started playing with it like it was alive still. My dad replied, "Stop playing with your food," so I made the thing wave at him). After that, I listened to Poison the Well and continued on my drawing of Phill and I. Poison the Well's song "Nerdy" has excellent lyrics, which I am tempted to post, but I was sad to hear that the song was mostly screaming. I mean, I know they're an "emocore" band, but the lyrics are beautiful! I got myself some dessert and came back to my brother drawing in MY drawing book. I bitched him out, so then my dad and my grandmother yelled at me.
Well, things were fine when I got home. I called Phill immediately. Wow... 9 days and he'll be gone. That makes me sad. I'm gonna' count down the days until he is back. I'm going to have some delightful things planned for him. ::Sigh.:: I'm going to miss him so. I told him that I might change my main goal for a career... Maybe I'll become a mortician. I still want to draw comics, but being a mortician would be fun... We'll just wait and see. ^.^; I hope he doesn't get freaked out, you know?
Well, I'm still in anxiety shock from my parents yelling at me (feeling extremely nervous and nauseated) and my wrists fucking hurt from too much typing. I think I will skip off to bed soon. I need some sleep. Tomorrow I am going to my grandmother's house, and I think I am going to Nic's for part of the evening. Excellent.
mirror in the bathroom
recompense
for all my crimes
of self defense
cures you whisper
make no sense
drift gently into
mental illness
[ Mirror In The Bathroom ]
Kat
So earlier in the day, I got online for about 4 hours. Talked to Jim, Nic, Doug, and some other people. Usual boring shit. Soon after I got all dressed up and purdy (I looked so hot) and went to my aunt's for dinner. I didn't take my meds today, therefore I couldn't handle the laughter and good conversation so I hid in the backroom and watched "Beyond Belief." Soon I was invaded by a pack of wild family members who were giggling about soap opera storylines. I was just like, "Shut the fuck up," and walked out. After a dinner consisting of red potatoes, cauliflower and broccoli, biscuits, and Cornish Hens (I may as well add the part where I ate most of the meat off of it and started playing with it like it was alive still. My dad replied, "Stop playing with your food," so I made the thing wave at him). After that, I listened to Poison the Well and continued on my drawing of Phill and I. Poison the Well's song "Nerdy" has excellent lyrics, which I am tempted to post, but I was sad to hear that the song was mostly screaming. I mean, I know they're an "emocore" band, but the lyrics are beautiful! I got myself some dessert and came back to my brother drawing in MY drawing book. I bitched him out, so then my dad and my grandmother yelled at me.
Well, things were fine when I got home. I called Phill immediately. Wow... 9 days and he'll be gone. That makes me sad. I'm gonna' count down the days until he is back. I'm going to have some delightful things planned for him. ::Sigh.:: I'm going to miss him so. I told him that I might change my main goal for a career... Maybe I'll become a mortician. I still want to draw comics, but being a mortician would be fun... We'll just wait and see. ^.^; I hope he doesn't get freaked out, you know?
Well, I'm still in anxiety shock from my parents yelling at me (feeling extremely nervous and nauseated) and my wrists fucking hurt from too much typing. I think I will skip off to bed soon. I need some sleep. Tomorrow I am going to my grandmother's house, and I think I am going to Nic's for part of the evening. Excellent.
mirror in the bathroom
recompense
for all my crimes
of self defense
cures you whisper
make no sense
drift gently into
mental illness
[ Mirror In The Bathroom ]
Kat