Someone slap me out of this...I need a break!
Damn! Ive been running around nonstop lately. I just got back from Mid Rivers Mall, ya, that was a waste of gas. Me, Alison, Carla, and Frances were meeting my friend michelle and her friends from her old school, and other people, and were so fucking bored. There was no real reason to go there...my friend michelle was the one who organized this, and to her, fun is being the center of attention. The people in my car dont do that, we see her as one of our own, so basically michelle ignored us. Its like, you fucking invite us to go to Mid Rivers (quite a ways away) and then ignore us? UGH! And im always the one stuck driving people. I can see Alison, because well, she is my girlfriend, and then carla, who is a good friend, but.....why do i hafta go up there? Its not like i have nothing to do! I havent cleaned my room in like, 2 months, ive been so busy. Whenever i have free time, im damn tired! Gah! Maybe I'm just overreacting. Shit like this gets under my skin, cantcha tell?
So, week in review..
Tuesday, first exciting day, i had a blood test! Yaay! no, not yaay, the lady missed the vein, and yanked the needle out and stuck it back in quickly. It hurt like a bitch, didnt stop until yesterday. I could barely move my arm!
Im not even gonna talk about homecoming, that will make me a tad bit more upset, lol.
Friday i had a doctors appointment, well, dermatologist. Ive been on Accutane for like, about a month now. This shit is strong, regulated by the feds very strictly, messes with you, and im feelin it. Increased appetite, aching, loads of sleep. Depression is one of the side effects too, and at the doctors, he upped my dosage from 2 pills every other day to 3 pills every other day. Kinda hard to understand. 2 pills today, 3 pills tomorrow, 2 pills the next day, and so on. I sure hope this doesnt start the depression. If it does, im gonna try and let people know so they can slap me out of it. man....bad week. Thing is, whenever im in a bad mood, i dont show it. Im like, the same every day. .....a depressed Ian, is a sad sight.
Doing all this shit costs money. Extra money for me, being the one who has a car. Car=Gas. Ian=No Job. Money=Mom. I feel really bad taking all this money from my mom, as i should. I dont know, i dont know how to, well, express this in writing. Its like, the more and more i drive these guys around, the more and more they think that i can drive them around any time. I wanted to stay home today, i dont feel good. I had to clean my room, I had to clean the garage, I had to clean the gaming area. My mom works so fucking hard for this money. And since the Dumbfuck in The oval office took a pay cut out of all federal employees checks, shes making even less. Im taking 10 bucks away every saturday for bowling, maybe more for gas, more for movies, more for homecoming, more for clothes, more for everything
And my dad, dont get me started. This guy has skipped on so many child support checks its not even funny. Shit, I dont know why but.......im like, crying. This better not be the fucking depression. Someone slap me out of this, Someone please rescue me!!!!
So, week in review..
Tuesday, first exciting day, i had a blood test! Yaay! no, not yaay, the lady missed the vein, and yanked the needle out and stuck it back in quickly. It hurt like a bitch, didnt stop until yesterday. I could barely move my arm!
Im not even gonna talk about homecoming, that will make me a tad bit more upset, lol.
Friday i had a doctors appointment, well, dermatologist. Ive been on Accutane for like, about a month now. This shit is strong, regulated by the feds very strictly, messes with you, and im feelin it. Increased appetite, aching, loads of sleep. Depression is one of the side effects too, and at the doctors, he upped my dosage from 2 pills every other day to 3 pills every other day. Kinda hard to understand. 2 pills today, 3 pills tomorrow, 2 pills the next day, and so on. I sure hope this doesnt start the depression. If it does, im gonna try and let people know so they can slap me out of it. man....bad week. Thing is, whenever im in a bad mood, i dont show it. Im like, the same every day. .....a depressed Ian, is a sad sight.
Doing all this shit costs money. Extra money for me, being the one who has a car. Car=Gas. Ian=No Job. Money=Mom. I feel really bad taking all this money from my mom, as i should. I dont know, i dont know how to, well, express this in writing. Its like, the more and more i drive these guys around, the more and more they think that i can drive them around any time. I wanted to stay home today, i dont feel good. I had to clean my room, I had to clean the garage, I had to clean the gaming area. My mom works so fucking hard for this money. And since the Dumbfuck in The oval office took a pay cut out of all federal employees checks, shes making even less. Im taking 10 bucks away every saturday for bowling, maybe more for gas, more for movies, more for homecoming, more for clothes, more for everything
And my dad, dont get me started. This guy has skipped on so many child support checks its not even funny. Shit, I dont know why but.......im like, crying. This better not be the fucking depression. Someone slap me out of this, Someone please rescue me!!!!