RL and other boring updates
Considering this is my writing journal, I feel bad cluttering up people's f-pages with useless crap. However, I feel worse knowing that I've simply disappeared off the face of the internet, so...
Still feeling blah, but the doctor says I'm doing better. I think he's a load of bull, but whatever. My next appointment is on friday, so I'll see. Life around my house has just taken an unexpected turn for the worse. Against my better judgement, I boarded a good friend of mine for the summer and she is quietly wreaking havoc without doing anything wrong. I know that doesn't make much sense. I guess it's a cultural thing. My mom is going insane. My dad wants to boot her out. I've been trying to hint to my friend that she may want to start cleaning up after herself and make sure everything's spotless. I really want to be blunt with my friend and just tell her what she's doing wrong, but my mother wants to be a good host and is afraid that it'll sound like we're complaining so she's forbidden me to say anything. I'm starting to go insane, myself. I don't even want to think about when I get better and want to start using the computer again. The few times I've been on, she wants to know what I'm doing. And I know I'm overreacting, but I'm a private person. It's really none of her business.
How am i supposed to write at this rate? It's a small room. And people looking over my shoulder makes me uncomfortable. Oh well, whatever. If i have to boot her out of my room, I will. All this tiptoeing around rankles.
As soon as I'm well, I'm posting stuff up. Miss you all lots.
Still feeling blah, but the doctor says I'm doing better. I think he's a load of bull, but whatever. My next appointment is on friday, so I'll see. Life around my house has just taken an unexpected turn for the worse. Against my better judgement, I boarded a good friend of mine for the summer and she is quietly wreaking havoc without doing anything wrong. I know that doesn't make much sense. I guess it's a cultural thing. My mom is going insane. My dad wants to boot her out. I've been trying to hint to my friend that she may want to start cleaning up after herself and make sure everything's spotless. I really want to be blunt with my friend and just tell her what she's doing wrong, but my mother wants to be a good host and is afraid that it'll sound like we're complaining so she's forbidden me to say anything. I'm starting to go insane, myself. I don't even want to think about when I get better and want to start using the computer again. The few times I've been on, she wants to know what I'm doing. And I know I'm overreacting, but I'm a private person. It's really none of her business.
How am i supposed to write at this rate? It's a small room. And people looking over my shoulder makes me uncomfortable. Oh well, whatever. If i have to boot her out of my room, I will. All this tiptoeing around rankles.
As soon as I'm well, I'm posting stuff up. Miss you all lots.