I am not having a good time lately.
Sure many people are having it worse, and I probably shouldn't be so selfish and self-absorbed, but it still doesn't change the fact that I'm slowly becoming a complete wreck.
Lets see whats happened recently:
1. I accidentally broke the oven door the other day
2. I accidentally broke the back door the other day
3. I struggled on an assignment that was extra hard anyway as the group I was in was short of one member (so it was 3 of us doing 4 people's amount of work). I just couldn't get my part done in time, (I'd argue my parts were the hardest due to the lack of hard data on the topic).
4. My bed broke last night meaning I had to sleep on the sofa downstairs in the cold
5. My foot is suddenly hurting me
6. Because of the problems with that assignment I mentioned earlier, I am way behind on the other ones.
7. I ran out of cereal the other day, forcing me to eat Wheetabix, which, despite taking zantac tablets afterwards, still seem to give me horrible acid indigestion throughout the day.
8. My body seems to be covered in several small spots.
9. I am really friendsick. I don't have a lot of friends at uni, and none of them are particularily close, and since I commute, I don't really hang around with them much. I haven't had a proper face-to-face and heart-to-heart with my best friend in several months, and its kind of depressing me.
10. My family are bickering more than usual lately. My older brother got fired from his job and is at risk of being kicked out of the house, my mum and dad are bickering about their relationship again. My dad seems to be taking his aggression out on me a bit, especially since I've broken a few things that are pricey to replace.
11. Putting all that into account its not suprising that I have concentration issues as well. I just seem to get distracted or want to escape all the time.
I'd love it if I opened a fortune cookie and it said "Why are you reading this crap? You know you're life sucks. Fortune telling is a load of hogswash and Dumbledore dies at the end!".
Though knowing my luck it would probably explode in my face.
Careful observation and endless experimentation on the matter has lead me to conclude that drinking is a good way of dealing with my problems. Give the creature a shot, Vortty; and see how it works for you!
I apologise for freaking out a bit.
Now that I've raised my concerns with my parents, (i.e. Shout at them, cry a bit, then apologise), I've got some of my marbles back.
I'd love it if I opened a fortune cookie and it said "Why are you reading this crap? You know you're life sucks. Fortune telling is a load of hogswash and Dumbledore dies at the end!".
Though knowing my luck it would probably explode in my face.
That reminds me of a fortune cookie I got that gave me a Chinese lesson of "No I dont speak Chinese"
You know, Pantsy, I just realized something. If one were to combine you and Icedhope, or if you and Icedhope had a child, the product would be Kevin Smith.
You know, Pantsy, I just realized something. If one were to combine you and Icedhope, or if you and Icedhope had a child, the product would be Kevin Smith.
Fun fact: that's my dad's name and my stoner friends think it's hilarious.
I never even made that connection in my head. I was just talking by looks.
But you can't deny, that if somehow me and pants where able to create a genetic copy of Himself and I...we'd have to kill it because well...nothing that awesome can be allowed to exist it upsets the balance.
Kevin Smith (the director) is in fact an escaped iNgen experiment to create the world's first uber nerd genetic hybrid. For some reason. He's too awesome to be left alive!
Also, he's probably a Cylon. Or at least a Replicant. Or something.
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Good ol' History.
I'm 28 :P
Fair enough. Wait...
GREEN!
I knew it!
Sure many people are having it worse, and I probably shouldn't be so selfish and self-absorbed, but it still doesn't change the fact that I'm slowly becoming a complete wreck.
Lets see whats happened recently:
1. I accidentally broke the oven door the other day
2. I accidentally broke the back door the other day
3. I struggled on an assignment that was extra hard anyway as the group I was in was short of one member (so it was 3 of us doing 4 people's amount of work). I just couldn't get my part done in time, (I'd argue my parts were the hardest due to the lack of hard data on the topic).
4. My bed broke last night meaning I had to sleep on the sofa downstairs in the cold
5. My foot is suddenly hurting me
6. Because of the problems with that assignment I mentioned earlier, I am way behind on the other ones.
7. I ran out of cereal the other day, forcing me to eat Wheetabix, which, despite taking zantac tablets afterwards, still seem to give me horrible acid indigestion throughout the day.
8. My body seems to be covered in several small spots.
9. I am really friendsick. I don't have a lot of friends at uni, and none of them are particularily close, and since I commute, I don't really hang around with them much. I haven't had a proper face-to-face and heart-to-heart with my best friend in several months, and its kind of depressing me.
10. My family are bickering more than usual lately. My older brother got fired from his job and is at risk of being kicked out of the house, my mum and dad are bickering about their relationship again. My dad seems to be taking his aggression out on me a bit, especially since I've broken a few things that are pricey to replace.
11. Putting all that into account its not suprising that I have concentration issues as well. I just seem to get distracted or want to escape all the time.
Though knowing my luck it would probably explode in my face.
Heh. Shot.
Wait, no, that one doesn't work.
It always works, you knave.
Now that I've raised my concerns with my parents, (i.e. Shout at them, cry a bit, then apologise), I've got some of my marbles back.
Now, lets get to work...
so the balls really are inert.
That reminds me of a fortune cookie I got that gave me a Chinese lesson of "No I dont speak Chinese"
That takes care of anyone I need to punch virtually today.
Reading, oh what a glorious day to sit in my room and read.
I've done that to people so many times... except I take my laptop to bed, so it's not quite as bad.
My teeth were clenched before I read that. It's a sign.
I misread that as didn't go to bed til after sex.
Eheeeeh heeeeeeeh heeeeeeeeeeh. *runs away*
...;)
Fun fact: that's my dad's name and my stoner friends think it's hilarious.
See? Cunning disguise...
I also never get pinched on St. Patrick's Day.
I never even made that connection in my head. I was just talking by looks.
But you can't deny, that if somehow me and pants where able to create a genetic copy of Himself and I...we'd have to kill it because well...nothing that awesome can be allowed to exist it upsets the balance.
Kevin Smith (the director) is in fact an escaped iNgen experiment to create the world's first uber nerd genetic hybrid. For some reason. He's too awesome to be left alive!
Also, he's probably a Cylon. Or at least a Replicant. Or something.
ETERNAL QUEEN OF HALLOWEEN STATUS CONFERRED.
Jack is Not Amused.