Tomorrow isn't going to be fun at all.

And here I am, reluctant to sleep, when in all actuality, that is really where I need to be; oblivious to everything I want to pretend isn't happening.

Today = Far too long. Mostly all my dad's family came over. I had no idea that they were coming either. Which kind of sucked, because I would have liked to actually been awake before they got here instead of them rolling up on me sitting outside in my disgustingly mismatched pajamas, on the phone. [Hah, yeah... I woke up like 2 minutes prior ( Read more... )

Today blows. I think I just woke up in a super shitty mood today. I hate when that happens. Now that I really think about it, I've been in a shitty mood for a while now. I wish I could explain these things, but I can't. I dunno, I just wish I could find a legit reason for feeling the way I do, when I'm feeling the way I don't want to. The ( Read more... )

I'm the worst combination in the world... Bored and tired. It's never fun. Hung out with Ashley, Marcy and Jose last night. That was okay. Then I came home and started watching Maury... MAN they so need to yank that show off television. I don't watch Maury very often... Maybe like once every month or 2. And I don't even watch the whole ( Read more... )

So.. I'm home. Went on a lame mini-vacation with most of my family. It sucked... A lot. We went to Louisiana for a day, which mostly consisted of watching shitty tv in a bad smelling hotel room. Then we went to Galveston, and there was more bad TV watched, in a worse smelling hotel. And I woke up today at like 5 fucking AM and was just like ( Read more... )

Interesting past couple of days, I must say. Things have been well. Can't complain. But I always want something[s] more. My dad thinks I should go work with him. It's not a bad idea. There are a few things that just aren't that great. [Notice I did not say bad, because in retrospect, they aren't bad, just sort of unpleasant, I guess, which ( Read more... )

Occasionally, while cleaning, one can experience a devastating, possibly even humiliating, tragedy. A plight I like to refer to as "Retarded Cleaning Accidents".

So yeah... I was vacuuming and the stupid thing hit my foot AND RIPPED LIKE HALF OF MY TOE NAIL OFF. .WHAT.THE.FUCK.?! Why do these things happen to me? I just don't know...

My dad is coming home on THURSDAY. It's going to be supa sweet. I've got so much to do until then. I can't get in the right mindset though. The mind set I should be in is "Okay, well your father is coming home soon. So you need to really clean. Everything. Even stuff that doesn't need to be cleaned. Just do it. Don't think of anything else ( Read more... )

So yeah. It was time for a new journal. Everyone steals the good usernames.