if my mom makes me help her put out the christmas presents this year, she can think again. I will hide in the basement if she does that. not that i have much room to hide, i’ll probably be found easily. >_<
so thanksgiving is over. and i believe i ate more than 4x my body weight. i was full for the rest of the day. but i totally didn’t eat ANYTHING else that day. I’m proud of myself…haha.
tomorrow (so today really) we’re suppose to go get some eggnog and just spend the day playing boardgames (aka whooping my mom’s ass at monopoly) and maybe watch “Love Actually”.
but then it’s SUNDAY. and back to college. uuuggghhh…i wish my roommate would seriously get a life. she’s so depressing. i’m always like “hey there! failed a math test today…that was fun…err” and then start laughing. And all she does is WHINES. “my head hurts”…”i miss home”…”i hate homework”…ugh just SHUT UP! And don’t get me wrong, i can be a mood killer if i want, but seriously…ugh…she just pisses me off. shes way too “blah” all the time. i just want to slap her!
i always feel im on the verge of something. theres something deep inside of me that always seems on the break of tottering over the edge. i’m just worried what and when i will just go off the edge. i don’t know. i guess us humans are just basically fcked up.
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guccierica // November 25, 2006 at 10:18 pm
I know what you mean about the christmas stuff. I cant even do anything because my mom keeps making me do some decorating shit.
Maybe you should tell your roomate to suck it up? Because if someone was complaining all the time I’d say it. And I do. Im very honest with the people I dont like. Not so much with the people I do.
Um, and thanks for being the person to finally make me decide to get one of these blogs. yay.
Punkchiqe // November 27, 2006 at 9:03 am
i’m always like “hey there! failed a math test today…that was fun…err” and then start laughing.
LMFAO. ^^ Sorry. I found that hilarious. Randomly laughing…
Agh. As much as I love Christmas, I HATE HATE decorating and putting out the dusty plastic Christmas tree. It’s like… omg this work is for fuckers. I don’t have a sense of style. I end up putting all the decorations in one side of the tree and just tossing the silvery string and popcorn strings and then.. wah-lah. Christmas tree a la Punkchiqe.
Okay, your roommate… seriously. Maybe she’s pleading for attention and hope you’ll say something to her. “Shut Up” counts. =D
Grrr I feel I’m on the verge too. Let’s be on the verge of something together.