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Weekend has gone well; pally is up to lvl 16, which being only 2 weeks into playing must be a record for me because my last character took me 3 months to get to 30. I know the levels will go slower as they get higher, but without having to deal with schoolwork, I have more time to play! Not that I'm not going back to school just cause I want to lvl a toon... *ponders*
Little less than 2 weeks since the end of the semester and I'm enjoying my time off, but I'm also feeling a sense of emptiness. Like, I should be doing something...shouldn't I? I've also been trying to write, but nothing's coming to mind. Tried listening to music, but that's not helping on what I'm trying to write either. Maybe I'm in shock.
In Memoriam to my former roomates...
-Footing the bills we were once sharing: $300/mo
-Eventually paying off a cellphone bill that was in possession of a teenager breaking up with her boyfriend and talking/texting her cousin for a month, then downloading an ass-ton of backgrounds and ringtones, when the bill was agreed to be her obligation anyway: $800
-Not having to read, via blog, about how shitty their lives were, when they had no obligations other than work (only one, who was my live-in sitter, the other was on disability and had no working obligations whatsoever), and had 3/4 of their income to blow on themselves a month....
-Not having to clean up after 7 people in my household (sometimes 8 when her boyfriend came over for 3 to 5 days at a time) after working 8 hours cleaning up after 60 people, or doing their laundry....
-Not having to cook for a flippin' army....
-Not having to worry on whether or not she's downloaded a virus or something equally special onto my computer....
-Not having to worry about which appliance gets trashed next because someone's too stupid to use it....
-Not having to listen to whining or crying when their friends do something stupid (like backing out of my drive and hitting the car across the street twice and the woman threatened to call the cops on her)....
-Not having said friends coming over at odd intervals....
-Not having said friend coming over balling his fricken eyes out and threatening suicide (cause he didn't take his meds) cause she broke up with him again....
-Not having said friend over because he thinks this is the fricken arcade and my tv is available 24/7 to play his system on, when my kids are bored out of their minds....
-Not having to pay to feed a flippin' army....
-Not being asked to run little errands because I was the only one with a vehicle, and someone was too lazy to get off their dead asses to run down to the corner store....
-Not having someone tell my kids that I would buy things for my roomies before I would buy things for my kids (I swear to all the gods that I will break your nose if I see your ugly face again)....
-Not having to worry about a phone call at work that someone may have poisoned themselves because she wasn't paying attention to them....
-Not having someone meet me at the car every fricken day to tell me how horrible my kids are....
-Not being blamed behind my back for a hundred various things that boil down to someone who doesn't want to take responsibility in their life so they'd rather blame it on me.... (I'm still hearing these, my kids are nothing if not lovely spies)
-Not feeling my blood pressure rising when I hear vicariously about conversations being had about things that could change if someone had had the balls to come to me before....
=PRICELESS
Little less than 2 weeks since the end of the semester and I'm enjoying my time off, but I'm also feeling a sense of emptiness. Like, I should be doing something...shouldn't I? I've also been trying to write, but nothing's coming to mind. Tried listening to music, but that's not helping on what I'm trying to write either. Maybe I'm in shock.
In Memoriam to my former roomates...
-Footing the bills we were once sharing: $300/mo
-Eventually paying off a cellphone bill that was in possession of a teenager breaking up with her boyfriend and talking/texting her cousin for a month, then downloading an ass-ton of backgrounds and ringtones, when the bill was agreed to be her obligation anyway: $800
-Not having to read, via blog, about how shitty their lives were, when they had no obligations other than work (only one, who was my live-in sitter, the other was on disability and had no working obligations whatsoever), and had 3/4 of their income to blow on themselves a month....
-Not having to clean up after 7 people in my household (sometimes 8 when her boyfriend came over for 3 to 5 days at a time) after working 8 hours cleaning up after 60 people, or doing their laundry....
-Not having to cook for a flippin' army....
-Not having to worry on whether or not she's downloaded a virus or something equally special onto my computer....
-Not having to worry about which appliance gets trashed next because someone's too stupid to use it....
-Not having to listen to whining or crying when their friends do something stupid (like backing out of my drive and hitting the car across the street twice and the woman threatened to call the cops on her)....
-Not having said friends coming over at odd intervals....
-Not having said friend coming over balling his fricken eyes out and threatening suicide (cause he didn't take his meds) cause she broke up with him again....
-Not having said friend over because he thinks this is the fricken arcade and my tv is available 24/7 to play his system on, when my kids are bored out of their minds....
-Not having to pay to feed a flippin' army....
-Not being asked to run little errands because I was the only one with a vehicle, and someone was too lazy to get off their dead asses to run down to the corner store....
-Not having someone tell my kids that I would buy things for my roomies before I would buy things for my kids (I swear to all the gods that I will break your nose if I see your ugly face again)....
-Not having to worry about a phone call at work that someone may have poisoned themselves because she wasn't paying attention to them....
-Not having someone meet me at the car every fricken day to tell me how horrible my kids are....
-Not being blamed behind my back for a hundred various things that boil down to someone who doesn't want to take responsibility in their life so they'd rather blame it on me.... (I'm still hearing these, my kids are nothing if not lovely spies)
-Not feeling my blood pressure rising when I hear vicariously about conversations being had about things that could change if someone had had the balls to come to me before....
=PRICELESS