It's almost like I don't even have a job.
Mom's asking me for money. Again. She's really ticking me off with the whole "I need to buy a PONY on a whim, because I'm oh-so-mature and only using my cash for important things during a recession."
Okay, look. I was more than prepared to save my own money to pay for Otakon, rooming, costumes, and travel expenses by myself. I didn't need you to come in here and guilt trip me into giving you my cash. Bleh. Anyway, I dearly hope she doesn't try throwing it up to me that she paid for anything for my trip this summer considering I'm loaning her the money first.
That said, I'm in a foul mood because I'm incapacitated from exercising for two weeks. That puts a huge damper on my get-in-shape-more-before-Otakon plan, and I'm not happy about it.
Apparently, the neighbor's dog thought it would be awesome to just walk up to me and bite a chunk out of my thigh on St. Patrick's Day. There is a huge hole in my leg now, and it's oozing strangely colored and disgusting looking fluid, but the doctor I saw today said it looked normal. Oh well. Work was hell yesterday just being on my feet. Tomorrow's going to suck ass.
After only having read the first few volumes of Peach Girl for like, years... I finally got around to reading the rest of the manga. Finished it last night, and I'm happy to say that my favorite character didn't get screwed over in the end. They always seem to.
Speaking of which, I'm irritated at Bisco Hatori and what she's doing to Hikaru in the Ouran manga. He's my favorite character, and she better stop making him suffer.
Okay, look. I was more than prepared to save my own money to pay for Otakon, rooming, costumes, and travel expenses by myself. I didn't need you to come in here and guilt trip me into giving you my cash. Bleh. Anyway, I dearly hope she doesn't try throwing it up to me that she paid for anything for my trip this summer considering I'm loaning her the money first.
That said, I'm in a foul mood because I'm incapacitated from exercising for two weeks. That puts a huge damper on my get-in-shape-more-before-Otakon plan, and I'm not happy about it.
Apparently, the neighbor's dog thought it would be awesome to just walk up to me and bite a chunk out of my thigh on St. Patrick's Day. There is a huge hole in my leg now, and it's oozing strangely colored and disgusting looking fluid, but the doctor I saw today said it looked normal. Oh well. Work was hell yesterday just being on my feet. Tomorrow's going to suck ass.
After only having read the first few volumes of Peach Girl for like, years... I finally got around to reading the rest of the manga. Finished it last night, and I'm happy to say that my favorite character didn't get screwed over in the end. They always seem to.
Speaking of which, I'm irritated at Bisco Hatori and what she's doing to Hikaru in the Ouran manga. He's my favorite character, and she better stop making him suffer.