i'm not what i used to be i'm not... what i used to be i'm not
Megan is sleeping. I am comandeering her computer. It's a hobby I've recently developed. I could get paid for it.
Ho hum. "Started school" today, if you could call it that. Sean's rad with my work, got alot back and realised I was farther ahead than I thought. But I have more classes to do than I thought. So my elation and frustration just evened out. As for starting... I'll do it when I get home. Really.
Well. I'm keeping Jen's room so it'll be a dual study room. Sucks. For the first time in 14 years, I can fit a desk and real bed in my room and have walking space. It's amazing, really. And exciting. Since I still get to paint it. And I have more places to hide things. And a lock on the door. And I can paint my bookshelf bed. So *shrug*.
Have a Dr. Smith appointment tomorrow. Stupid fuck. That's all there really is to say. I hate being treated like I don't know jack shit. That's why I hated work and training for any job. It's degrading. But in those situations it's more of a play on my self esteem, with the clinic it's more of my patience that gets tried.
And it's not even food I have to talk about. My mom's in there with us. Horrid. It just makes things worse at home which is harder if I can't drive in a week or so. But I'm actually thinking of somehow making money without selling myself or drugs.
Lame.
Lani/Mike's was enjoyable even if we left when it got started. That's alright though, my dressshirt was cutting off space for my lungs to expand. But my one gibbled rib poked out. They're all honestly disappearing. It's honestly heartbreaking. But I hate getting too personal now.
Ahh, yeah. I miss my Esthero and Fiona Apple c.d.s and maybe I'll get a graphing calculator or some of those fine arts courses for my birthday or the shiatsu massage one. Go function over fashion.
My head hurts.
Ho hum. "Started school" today, if you could call it that. Sean's rad with my work, got alot back and realised I was farther ahead than I thought. But I have more classes to do than I thought. So my elation and frustration just evened out. As for starting... I'll do it when I get home. Really.
Well. I'm keeping Jen's room so it'll be a dual study room. Sucks. For the first time in 14 years, I can fit a desk and real bed in my room and have walking space. It's amazing, really. And exciting. Since I still get to paint it. And I have more places to hide things. And a lock on the door. And I can paint my bookshelf bed. So *shrug*.
Have a Dr. Smith appointment tomorrow. Stupid fuck. That's all there really is to say. I hate being treated like I don't know jack shit. That's why I hated work and training for any job. It's degrading. But in those situations it's more of a play on my self esteem, with the clinic it's more of my patience that gets tried.
And it's not even food I have to talk about. My mom's in there with us. Horrid. It just makes things worse at home which is harder if I can't drive in a week or so. But I'm actually thinking of somehow making money without selling myself or drugs.
Lame.
Lani/Mike's was enjoyable even if we left when it got started. That's alright though, my dressshirt was cutting off space for my lungs to expand. But my one gibbled rib poked out. They're all honestly disappearing. It's honestly heartbreaking. But I hate getting too personal now.
Ahh, yeah. I miss my Esthero and Fiona Apple c.d.s and maybe I'll get a graphing calculator or some of those fine arts courses for my birthday or the shiatsu massage one. Go function over fashion.
My head hurts.