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My lovely little life
Mar. 8th, 2002 11:47 amIt’s been a while … but I refuse to start singing that blastedly contagious song!
I wish I’d show a bit more consistency in my writing in this thing. It seems the only time I get a chance is when no one else is home, or when I can snatch a few minutes in the library and when the librarians don’t catch me.
Things have changed a bit. Friends are more or less okay now. I’m still a little confused as to where those two actually stand on each other, but as long as they’re not slandering each other at every given possibility, I’m grateful. Except for the fact that Brendan had to get skin graft surgery (won’t see him till Monday) and Jiggy might have sprained her wrist. It’s a little amusing, really. A one-armed raver. I try not to laugh too much, though.
God, it stinks in the library. Not that it usually does, but there’s a meeting for people interested in work-experience, and I swear that all of them would be across the street inhaling their recreational lung cancer if they weren’t here. Can’t stand cigarette smoke. Other smoke is nice, but tobacco makes me want to sneeze.
Hope the smell won’t stick to my coat. I love this coat. A huge shirt style done in blue denim, but it’s so big it almost doubles as a trench. Comes down to my knees. I call it my artist’s coat, cuz I have to roll up the cuffs twice so they don’t drag in anything, and it looks like I’m always about to get my hands dirty or something. Yeah. Sweet coat. Not quite as darkly dramatic as my pleather trench, but more comfy and warmer.
So, although some things may be moving to a more stable from, stuff at home isn’t getting a hell of a lot better. Mom and Dad still aren’t on perfect terms. Come to think of it, I am more than a little pissed off at the both of them right now. When I get shut upstairs for three hours because they are discussing something ‘that doesn’t concern me’ near the computer, I can’t use it to do my homework. Thank you very bloody much. Mom keeps acting all quiet around me, like she feels guilty. Asking what’s wrong and if I want to talk about it.
Hell no.
I have other problems. Problems that don’t concern her. I let her know.
Now she knows how it feels.
Dad’s worse. He feels left out because I don’t discuss some things with him. I’m female, okay? Some things are better to discuss with Mom than him. I’m a kid. Okay? Some things are better to discuss with my brother and friends. You are one of my parents. Some things are better to discuss with BOTH of you.
Besides. I have some semblance of a life, too.
And if you’re feeling left out, show some initiative instead of playing C&C2 on the computer for hours on end.
Sorry, that’s my rant. Man, I shouldn’t be bitching my sudden family problems to the world. Some friends of mine absolutely hate their parents and have horrible relationships with them, and I don’t want that. I considered myself lucky to get along with them so well until now.
But when there’s problems with anyone, I feel affected. Guilty. Scared, even.
Snarl. I hate that feeling. Now I’m mad.
School has become an escape. A place where everything is relatively normal for seven hours a day. Even if I’m walking through the halls seeing everything but not comprehending or noticing all that much. Now it’s the weekend. Great.
At least my art project is coming along well. Might even finish inking it today or Monday. And I’m working on a great Chibified OAV Tasuki T-shirt design.
Heh. Interesting balance. Up the angst, up the art.
Good music. Music to angst by.
I’ll be in a better mood soon, I promise.
I wish I’d show a bit more consistency in my writing in this thing. It seems the only time I get a chance is when no one else is home, or when I can snatch a few minutes in the library and when the librarians don’t catch me.
Things have changed a bit. Friends are more or less okay now. I’m still a little confused as to where those two actually stand on each other, but as long as they’re not slandering each other at every given possibility, I’m grateful. Except for the fact that Brendan had to get skin graft surgery (won’t see him till Monday) and Jiggy might have sprained her wrist. It’s a little amusing, really. A one-armed raver. I try not to laugh too much, though.
God, it stinks in the library. Not that it usually does, but there’s a meeting for people interested in work-experience, and I swear that all of them would be across the street inhaling their recreational lung cancer if they weren’t here. Can’t stand cigarette smoke. Other smoke is nice, but tobacco makes me want to sneeze.
Hope the smell won’t stick to my coat. I love this coat. A huge shirt style done in blue denim, but it’s so big it almost doubles as a trench. Comes down to my knees. I call it my artist’s coat, cuz I have to roll up the cuffs twice so they don’t drag in anything, and it looks like I’m always about to get my hands dirty or something. Yeah. Sweet coat. Not quite as darkly dramatic as my pleather trench, but more comfy and warmer.
So, although some things may be moving to a more stable from, stuff at home isn’t getting a hell of a lot better. Mom and Dad still aren’t on perfect terms. Come to think of it, I am more than a little pissed off at the both of them right now. When I get shut upstairs for three hours because they are discussing something ‘that doesn’t concern me’ near the computer, I can’t use it to do my homework. Thank you very bloody much. Mom keeps acting all quiet around me, like she feels guilty. Asking what’s wrong and if I want to talk about it.
Hell no.
I have other problems. Problems that don’t concern her. I let her know.
Now she knows how it feels.
Dad’s worse. He feels left out because I don’t discuss some things with him. I’m female, okay? Some things are better to discuss with Mom than him. I’m a kid. Okay? Some things are better to discuss with my brother and friends. You are one of my parents. Some things are better to discuss with BOTH of you.
Besides. I have some semblance of a life, too.
And if you’re feeling left out, show some initiative instead of playing C&C2 on the computer for hours on end.
Sorry, that’s my rant. Man, I shouldn’t be bitching my sudden family problems to the world. Some friends of mine absolutely hate their parents and have horrible relationships with them, and I don’t want that. I considered myself lucky to get along with them so well until now.
But when there’s problems with anyone, I feel affected. Guilty. Scared, even.
Snarl. I hate that feeling. Now I’m mad.
School has become an escape. A place where everything is relatively normal for seven hours a day. Even if I’m walking through the halls seeing everything but not comprehending or noticing all that much. Now it’s the weekend. Great.
At least my art project is coming along well. Might even finish inking it today or Monday. And I’m working on a great Chibified OAV Tasuki T-shirt design.
Heh. Interesting balance. Up the angst, up the art.
Good music. Music to angst by.
I’ll be in a better mood soon, I promise.
