my mom has the stupidest/most fucked up ideas about money.
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So I have to do some dumb research survey for credit in my CAS class, basically we just get paired with a random person who sends us a survey or two to take. My girl I got stuck with made the poor choice of having a survey about 'climate change' and pulling me as a research participant.

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boy i sure love when the single person i want absolutely nothing to do with shows up on my "people you may know" on facebook. yeeeeep ( Read more... )

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5 more days till i am home with my cat and james and arvo and girl for a little bit and smelly with hopefully time for pokemon parties and christmas and cookies and baking and no more lonely sad times and yay. 5 more days. Or 4. It is a weird hour where I'm not sure what days count now and what days don't.

( herein lies a rant that involves lots of skipping around and complex feelings you may not want to read about. halfway through i go from sad ponderings to angry hateful rants! it's awesome )

it is a terrible class and i should not be required to take it. because it is fucking stupid. it would be the easiest possible class if it was not fucking retarded with fucking retarded assignments and full of fucking retarded people and "taught" by fucking retarded teachers. if i fail it again (which i don't think i will, but you never know with ( Read more... )

I'm not sure quite how detailed I want to be, but here it is. So I get there around 530 cause doors open at 6. Addie hands me my ticket and I find out it doesn't even start until 8. So we sit inside Rec Hall for 2 hours. Seriously. In that time we were surrounded by "gun-totin' bible-thumpin' country folk" as one of the pre-speakers called them, to ( Read more... )

since i have an hour before i even have to think about leaving for class, i'm going to rant a little bit. haha ( Read more... )

Downstairs, playing my Ancient Rome city sim game that I finally got on my desktop, where it works. Daddy calls me upstairs. He gestures to a pile of laundry baskets chilling in the dining room. "Put these away....fold them and put them away if you have to." I look at the baskets. James and Liam's blankets. James and Liam's clothes. My mom's ( Read more... )

I found this on CNN.com just now:


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