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Well, I went home.
And I worked.
And I came back.
And I'll school.
Until February.
When I go home.
To work.
- "My Life, The Poop Sandwich" by Ms. Shwa.
Christmas is over, which is good, because I hate Christmas with a low fire that burns in my loins all year round and starts to inflame my pelvis around December. It's so damn contrived. I mean it's all about the gifts now, so I was really happy when I found out that we were having what my mom called, "A humble Christmas". I honestly couldn't think of anything I wanted. I'm at the point in my life where if I save up my money long enough I can basically afford what I want.
My Christmas Gifts:
- Brothers and Sisters Season 1
- Wonderfalls
- Hellboy 2
- Dracula (the book)
- Dead Until Dawn (book)
- nail polish and a nail file
- suspenders
- DQM: Joker
- a sweater
-the end.
I also worked an eight hour shift and of course near the very end (I got off at 10 and at like, 9:45) I got to see my ex-boyfriend from a relationship that ended badly. Needless to say my non-existent balls retreated as I did to the stock room and tried to look busy while the theater is just getting slammed.
Oh I pierced my ears myself.
And on the 23rd I threw up 9 times because I got a migraine, I also threw up the week before and full expect to throw up sometime soon. I honestly think I have some sort of disease that makes me vomity and tired. I honestly think it's Wilson's Disease mostly because I've kinda convinced myself that I have a Kayser-Fleisher ring.
I also wrote about 2 pages of my original story, which was nice. Nothing like retreating into The Restaurant to make my problems go away.
I also thought that going home would cure me of the blahs I've been feeling lately, but of course, it just made me worse. I found out that my dad spent the vacation money he had put away to take my mom away on their 28th anniversary on my tuition, because we just don't have enough money and OSAP likes to fuck me sideways since Sister decided she should get it too. So now she gets the big ass money and I get half of what I got which in total over the year doesn't come close to covering 1 semester.
Now I'm going to sleep, because yippee (<-- Sarcasm) my creative writing class is moved to Mondays instead of Wednesdays so I no longer get a 4-day weekend.
PS - Brothers and Sisters sucked again this week.