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I just took that Life Path Number thing that everyone else took, but it was so unbelieveably wrong that I refuse to post that long ass answer. Doesn't that just suck.
Stressin' the ef out lately. Don't really know why you guys would need to hear it, but I need somewhere to type it. Finals are around and honestly, I'm not really to upset. But I know I'm probably not going to do too good in some of them cuz I've lacked motivation in gen ed's this semester. So I guess it's kind of a half-worry.
My great grandmother that lives with me and my grandma is in the hospital for heart failure/fluid on her lungs, and even though i'm really not that close to her, I'm seeing that she really does mean a lot to me. It worries me, I'm stressed, and it's taken a lot out of me just thinking about it. I know she's getting old at 90 yrs. but that doesn't make it easier to swallow knowing she's doing bad
All that along with a new job that I had no idea would be so stressful. I'm definately not going to use my degree with this later, I just wouldn't be happy. I'm just glad that there are other options and this major can work for a lot of stuff. It's not like I'm studying to be a brain surgeon and then I suddenly realize that I hate it - that would be kinda hard to change around, wouldn't it?
Then my mother decides to start her shit again. It takes me breaking down on the phone for her to realize how much trouble she causes me and how much she hurts me. That's really sad. She complains and complains that I don't respect her since shes "the mom, not the friend", but ultimately, I will not respect someone who disrespects me for no reason just because she's had a bad day. She is just as selfish as she thinks her children are. Why are parents so unbelievable nowadays? There was a time when parents actually cared about what mattered to their kids. Then again, that was 1960's sitcom television....nevermind. Sure, she does do a lot for me, but that doesn't mean I'm her doormat. Parents are supposed to do things for their kids. And I never asked for her help anyways.
All these things aren't really ALL that bad. But I guess it just all comes to a breaking point where you just gotta cry and let it all out before it sends you to the psych hospital. And honestly, I can't afford (time OR moneywise) to go to the hospital for it.
Then I think Robert is a jinx for cars. Everything he touches breaks down. Thats 3 vehicles at his disposal, and 3 vehicles that aren't functioning correctly. He needs to just go back to cycling. As long as he doesn't wear that freaky tight jumpsuit. Yuckkkkk.
And how in the HELL did I talk myself into this one? Rob's turning 21 on May 2nd, and I don't want to get him alcohol....seeing as everyone else probably will. So what do I do? Go to the mall and pick out a $285 titanium/diamond ring. Good lord. At least I can just pay on it as I go. And if that boy doesn't wear it, I'll drain his bank account. Dammit. Great idea April...spend all your money before you get it.
On a good note, I got my income tax check back finally.