Home Is Where I Shoot Myself

Jun 15, 2005 15:13

Not really...But honestly. I've been home for over a month now and it has been the most boring month of this year thus far. I traipse off to work five mornings a week in my oh-so-disastrous Mustang that's an explosion waiting to happen. I work for 8 or so hours, come home to: my brother sprawled in front of the computer, the only position I've seen him in since I arrived home from Warner; my sister telling me in so many words that I'm invading her space; my parents telling me not to go out because it's past nine. Bah. I've spent time with friends a total of about 5 times I think since I've been home. I'm bored out of my mind.

Though, things truly aren't as difficult as I aforementioned. I simply like to exagerate for effect.

On the upside, school starts again in about two months and I honestly can't wait. Heather found a kitchen table and a bookshelf for our apartment and Trisha's possibly getting us a free couch and chair set!!

Also, I decided that I'm too immature to have a relationship...Ever. I'm warming up to the idea of being the white, female version of Boo Radley. I'll have crazy silver hair and cats. Lots of them. The neighbor kids will make up scary stories about me and try to catch a glimpse of "The Witch." In playful gest I'll open the blinds just enough for them to see my fiery eyeball. It'll be awesome.
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