Eh, no episodes this time, either. I'm sorry, my oh-so-imaginary fans. You're just going to have to wait a little while longer.
But yeah, so I'm sitting here. At my brother's house. On my brother's computer. In Pennsylvania. Tomorrow is my big "graduation party"...and I'm not even excited. Nope. If anything, I'm dreading it. Which really ******** pisses me off, because I'm usually happier than I ever am while I'm up here. But no. Not this time.
So my doctor's really pushing the anti-depressants. Not my psychologist, my doctor. I think it's either time for a new psychologist, or new doctor. Probably both. Oh well. Just two more months 'till college.
I probably should have written a new episode. But I'm way too tired. And I actually have a subject this time. Ha. I'll do it anyway.
My mother is completely inept at opening childproof containers. Or pretty much any container. Contact solution bottles, soap dispensers, medicine bottles, random assortments of jars, and...water bottles. It's pitiful. I've been expert at opening those "childproof" bottles since I was...4. My mother is 51. She's always finding me and saying, "I don't know why it won't open. I keep turning it, but nothing happens. it's like it won't catch..." My mother has the motor skills of a toddler. Not to mention the immaturity...
But yeah...things haven't been going all that great. Just random little s**t. I'll agree that, "Fate/God works in mysterious ways", but only when "against me" is added after it. Everytime things are beginning to look up, I round a corner and everything goes to s**t.
Such is the life of a teenage...cynic.
DrasBrisingr · Sat Jun 09, 2007 @ 03:31am · 0 Comments |