Nov 22, 2005 04:52
So yeah, I am currently sitting here with the puppy staring off into space contemplating the meaning of life. Attempting to figure out how so many things ended up being screwed up. I am thinking about the Doug situation, and how bad I feel for talking them into letting him live there. I am also feeling bad for attempting to help to fix some of the issues, because in the end I turn out to be the bad guy, when the entire situation is just a bad one, and they are the ones who have to keep dealing with constant selfishness in their own home. I keep hearing baad things and it irritates me and upsets me. I honestly do not think I can explain why at this point, maybe because I feel responsible for it, because I am the one who suggested it and talked them into it. Maybe at times I should not be so nice or caring for others who obviously do not care in the same way or possibly not even at all. Considering that I am the "Fucking Bitch" I honestly do not feel sorry for anyone right now.
And now it is time for the thoughts to move on. This week is gonna be hell. I really hate working around this time of year. It is way too stressful to be in a retail environment. Cranky parents, cranky kids, cranky co-workers, everyone ends up being cranky. And how am I supposed ot deal with all of this stress? That is a good question, if I ever figure out an answer I will let you know.
Today was a shopping spree at Birch Run, yes again. I finished my father's Christmas present. I got something from Calvin Klein for my sister, got something for my brother and his wife, and some of Nick's present. All that is left is Joe, and my mom. Those are the difficult ones.
And now time to stress about homework. I honestly will not leave my house this week other than for work and possibly seeing TTJ, because of the fact that my one teacher is truely evil. I have so much damn work to do for that class it is not even funny. Only four weeks left, I need to keep up and then I have a short break. Yeah!
Well, I believe that this is it for now. Time for sleep, and then work.