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July 30, 2003
Vacation Time
Alright. This is the last post I'm doing before my departure for the beach. I'll be gone for about a week. Not sure on the exact day I'm back but I'll be sure to post and tell all about it when I do get back.
Feel free to drop me an email sometime within the week to let me know how things are going and how much you miss me. My email is themagess@hotmail.com (If you don't I will kill you...taking names... *coughs*)
Just kidding.
As always.
I'll miss you all.
Have fun, I'm sure I will.
*kiss*
Bye bye!
Posted by Nikalyn at 01:33 PM | Comments (6)
July 29, 2003
Phew
Mom found it last night. She had thrown it away when it was still in the envelope. She thought it had been taken out. So she ended up searching through the trash last night. Glad she did too or else it would have been gone. Last night was trash night...
Eeep.
See, I told you it wasn't my fault.
Bitch didn't even say she was sorry for blaming me. :-/
Thanks for your guy's concern though. :)
I didn't know I had an aspyre email address. I do! Neato! I thought I wasn't cool enough for one. *dances*
Posted by Nikalyn at 05:11 PM | Comments (2)
July 28, 2003
This is NOT happening...
A 500 dollar check written to me by one of the scholarship boards to cover my books is missing. I left it on the table with all my mom's bills so that she could take it to be deposited. I never touched it. It was on the kitchen table. Now it is missing. She blames it all on me. She claims she told me to put it in my purse but she didn't. I don't know where it is. I thought she had it for safe keeping. She blames it all on me...
I didn't touch it. Never. She had it. She did!
I searched everywhere in my room and I DON'T have it.
I sat on the floor amid a bunch of papers and clothes and cried for the last 15 minutes.
I never touched it. I didn't. Why won't she believe me?
*cries*
:(
Posted by Nikalyn at 07:56 PM | Comments (3)
I'm going to sk00l
Yup. Look at me. I'm a college bound kid now.
Woke up this morning very unhappily and trotted down to the college to take placement exams. I thought it was going to be one of those fill in the circle with graphite things but oddly enough it was on a computer. A very crappy computer...but a computer at that. It looked like a very old program actually and the lady informed me not to move the mouse or else it would cause the program to crash. Apparently it was ran through Dos and moving the mouse would fuck it up. *scratches head* Needless to say, I took the lady's word. I was a good girl and didn't move the mouse...although I felt a strong urge to at the end when I was getting sick of doing math.
So now my lovely fall quarter goes like this:
I only have one class on Monday which is Math at 9:30am. Hey! At least it wasn't at 7:30! I have Math Monday - Thursday which I guess isn't that bad. I get a whole Friday off. My next class is English Comp. which is held Tuesday - Friday at 10:30 am. Also on Tuesday is my Brit Lit class which is held twice a week(Tuesday and Thursday) at 1:40 pm. Finally I have a Psych class that is held only once a week (Yay!) but sadly it is a night class and is from 6:30 pm - 9:30pm.
I actually thought it was a neat little schedule.
School is back in session on September 15th. Eeep!
Sk00l day, sk00l day, something golden rule day....errr... is that how it went?
*blinks*
Riiight...
Posted by Nikalyn at 02:08 PM | Comments (3)
July 27, 2003
Hello. It's been a while
Hello.
It's been a while since we last talked.
I'm sorry things are going bad for you right now. I saw earlier that you were happy and I thought maybe this time it was for real.
Anyway...
You treated me bad. You lied more times than I can count. You were a bad, bad person for awhile.
Think back. Wasn't there a time you told lies about how you were ending things? Wasn't there a time you weren't truthful? You don't like being told lies huh? Think about how I felt. I wasn't even told the truth from you...I found out through other people.
Welcome. You have been dealt the hand that you once gave to me. Have fun with the hurt.
I'm not at all religious or spiritual or any of that stuff but I firmly believe if you do bad things then bad things will eventually happen to you. This is karma. As many have said before me, "Karma is a bitch." This, I believe, is your time to deal with the deeds you have done.
I can't tell you what to do in order to make things better again. Maybe you should think back to the things you did and somehow try to get them forgiven. More than likely, you will just go about your day and wonder why these things are happening to you.
Only you can deal with them however. I hope things get better for you. I hope you find your happiness...that was all I ever wanted for you.
I'm curious to see what happens...
I bought new sunglasses. I look like a secret agent. I rule.
Posted by Nikalyn at 02:18 AM | Comments (4)
July 26, 2003
It's worth the wait to see you smile again
I'm in a mood. I'm not sure what this mood is. I'm bored. I'm lonely. I'm just kinda here.
*whistles, bops in chair*
Mom isn't bothered by the hair anymore. Me and her boyfriend ganged up on her and said if I liked it then she couldn't do anything. We told her it was plain stupid to waste effort arguing about it.
Tomorrow I will actually be doing something I hate: Lounge in the presence of the day star. *shudders* And I see you all wondering "Why Nik? WHY?! For the love of god, WHY?!!!!!!!!" I know! I feel the pain! I really do! But everyone has me convinced that if I don't make friends with the damn sun that I will spark more than a fork in the microwave when I hit the beach. "Nikalyn, why are you going to the beach if you hate the sun and the outside and people?" Because! I want to get out of here and I like new surroundings. And plus I get to spend lots of fun time with my bestest friend.
So, tomorrow I will go outside and proceed to bask in the star's glory.
*sniffs*
Not looking forward to it. I like being pale! Fuck damn it.
Monday is placement testing and scheduling for college. Fun! I'm nervous because I don't know how much stuff I remember from high school. I've erased most of it over the last few months. Hopefully it's all multiple choice and I don't have to write an essay. I dread to think how bad my hand writing appears now. The problem I have with essays is this: I hate being timed on my writing. If I feel like writing I will write and I will write about what I want to write about, not what a judging board somewhere in California wants me to write about.
I don't do well under pressure.
Multiple choice = my friend.
I wish I actually felt intelligent. I wish I actually felt that I was supposed to be going to college...
Hrm. I was going to say something else...Oh yes, important dates for July/August(updates!)
*College Placement Testing and Scheduling = July 28th
*Vacation time = August 1st or 2nd.
*Lynz's birthday = August 2nd.
*Dot Hack Outbreak = August 5th...well...that's what most people say. *confused puppy look* There's a lot of talk...
*New BT cd = August 5th
*New Dashboard cd = August 12th
*Lord of the Rings: Two Towers = August 26th
Did you know they're pushing the date of the new Harry Potter movie until June 2004??
My god! I'm never going to see Sirius! Mmm..Siriusy goodness.
Oh, and some guy keeps trying to add me to MSN. I'm getting pissed...
And I guess that's it for today. Until our paths cross...
Bright Eyes are intriguing. I like them. My favorite song:
"Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you, incessantly,from the space between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school, with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you?
Oh, Does he know that place below your neck that's your favorite to be touched?
And does he cry through broken sentences like, "I love you far too much"?"
*sniffs*
Posted by Nikalyn at 12:18 AM | Comments (10)
July 22, 2003
It's cool, we can still be friends
Bright Eyes lyric. Mega cool.
Hrm. Not sure what to write about. I'm fairly boring after all.
I renewed my driving permit on Friday. So now I'm on my way to finally getting my license. Yay for being a slacker for 2 years! I'm trying to con my dad into getting me a car but of course that's not going to happen it's just good to plant the seeds of suggestion. I've also been trying to call him more often just because I often find myself feeling guilty for not talking to him for months...although it's his own doing. He said he's off work on Friday so maybe we'll be able to just go out and do something. Hrm. Who knows.
This is my kitty. She's a big dork. Just thought I'd share the picture. She's hiding out in the bookshelf near my deks. How flippin' dorable.
I keep having dreams about my cute ice cream guy. I miss him. School has been out for a few months now and I'll probably never see him again. *sniffs* Oh, who knows maybe I'll go visit him in Athens one of these days.
I just found out my brother has a shirt that says: "Pimpology 101" I think I might die.
*laughs*
What a freaking geek!
Jiji!!!
JESSICA LYNCH IS HOME! OH LORDY! OH GOD! I'M SO EXCITED!!! *faints*
Okay...I'm not. I'm from Ohio, the edge of Wv. She's all over EVERY tv station. "home town hero" and all. Bleh. I'm a little sick of her. But it's fun to make fun of the media though.
I don't like conflict. I tend to stick to my business and not get in anyone else's. I don't like fighting. I don't like insult flinging and name calling. Things that were said/done in the past should stay there.
Ooh!
Looky! Connor! He's a cutie. ;)
It's just a picture showing kinda day.
Posted by Nikalyn at 10:46 PM | Comments (6)
July 20, 2003
*dances*
My old hair colour is back! Yay! Oh lordy! It's a great thing. I'm dark and semi sexy again. :)
*points to the cam*
The cam was being a bastard today so hopefully I can get some better pics later. Hurray.
Updated:
Mom's pissed about my hair. She said, "Didn't I tell you not to dye it that nasty colour again? I paid money to get it out." "You said I could do it again after I got senior pictures taken." "No, I said when you moved out." What the hell does it matter? If I'm here or moved out. Does she want me to move out? Cause I could always move in with dad. I look good. It's not an unnatural colour. Everyone says it looks good on me. She needs to grow up. It's hair. No reason to be mad. Life is too short for that stuff. Oh well. Maybe one day I'll dye it brown but that's all she's getting. Blonde is not good on me. I love my hair. She'll get over it.
Posted by Nikalyn at 03:53 PM | Comments (8)
*scratches head*
Hrm...Alright. I don't remember saying anything...but alright.
I'm confused.
Posted by Nikalyn at 12:57 AM | Comments (3)
July 16, 2003
Bits of Nothing
Those kooky Chinese. What next?
And...
He makes me so sad. I want to cry for hours just looking at him. Oh penguin. Please don't be sad. I love you. I would take you home and put you on my shelf with my other penguins. And then during the night when I was feeling sad and lonely we would cuddle together and make each other happy again. I promise to feed you and groom you and give you lots of yummy ice and fish.
This is his bio (It's so heartbreaking...):
Born and raised on Iceberg #8567 in the Antarctic, the penguin grew up with a zest for life and all things chilly. His happy days of frolicking, splashing and flapping his little penguin flippers abruptly ended, however, when the penguin saw a flock of arctic terns flying carelessly overhead. Seeing other birds that could fly when he could not sent the penguin into a deep depression, and he hitched a ride on a scientific research plane back to the United States, where he caught a matinee of "Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer". The thought that a reindeer could fly while he could not was too much for the penguin to bear. After an attempted suicide, he was confined to the Blakley-Kingsford Mental Asylum in Rochester, New York where he spent five horrible years until his release in 1997.
Homeless, penniless and with nowhere to go, the penguin turned to alcohol and self-prostitution to ease the pain.
After suffering many years of nun jokes and snide tuxedo remarks he continues to wander the streets in search of happiness, the ability to fly, and a cool place to rest his head.
I wanna adopt him!!!!
Maybe I should open a home for battered, abused, and depressed penguins? *nods*
Posted by Nikalyn at 03:46 AM | Comments (9)
July 14, 2003
Lemme tell you a little story...
It all began last night. It seemed like any normal night in my household. Everyone went their seperate way like always, my brother to his room, my mother out somewhere, and I, being left alone retreated to my room to play video games. My mom left early in the evening and I never heard her leave nor was told she was leaving. I just figured she went out with one of her friends and that she would be back soon considering it was a Sunday night and she had to work the next morning. When she goes out on a night where she has to work the next day she is always home before 1 or 2, no exceptions. So I went about my night listening to music and playing FF 8.
The night goes on, uneventful of course and soon I look up at the clock and realize its 3ish. I found it odd that mom wasn't home yet. I turned off my Playstation and decided to watch some tv until I got tired enough to go to bed. I sat and watched two episodes of Sports Night. (One very good yet under rated show) Finally at around 4 I get a little curious to where the hell my mother is at. It's not like her to not be home at 4 in the morning. So I call her cell phone to see where she is. No answer. I wait about 15 minutes and call again. No answer. I call again. No answer. At this point I'm a little worried but I'm sure that she probably just left the phone in the car or its dead and she is on her way home. Telling myself this, I go to bed.
I wake up around 6:40 ish by the house phone ringing off the hook. I bitch and moan and turn in my sleep wondering why the hell no one else is answering the fucking phone. Then I remember that mom wasn't home before I went to bed. I think to myself "Surely she's home by now." I walk over to the phone to answer it and whoever it was hung up. This leaves me a little pissy but yet concerned. So I walk upstairs and notice that my mom STILL isn't home and she has to be getting ready for work.
That was SO not like my mom to not be home a few hours before she was supposed to go to work....
Now I start to worry.
So I begin to again start calling her cell phone. I call several times and yet still no answer. I start thinking all these horrible things. I think she got in an accident. I think she got kidnapped. I thought anything. I was so worried and frantic. Right then the phone rang and it was her boyfriend. He didn't know where she was! So now I start bawling. I checked the voice mail messages just in case she tried to call but there were only messages from her boyfriend wondering where she was and from her work who said she didn't check in with them. And also there was a message that had nothing on it. It was just like someone was on the line but not saying anything. I thought to myself "Oh, god. She's in trouble or hurt somewhere and tried to call for help."
I sit and cry more. I'm sitting here on the couch with the phone in my hand bawling. I decide to try her cell phone one more time and finally she picks up.
I asked her where she was and cried into the phone that I had been up worried sick about her. She said she had been at her friend Shelly's all night and had left her phone in the car. I told her all the shit that I had just been through and she laughed it off and said she was on her way home now.
So I sat there and cried more until she got home. This time I cried because I was relived.
It was a long night. With barely 2 hours of sleep.
I tried to go back to bed right away but I couldn't because I was still tense and wound up. So I watched Wayne's World on tv and then went back to bed.
I slept from about 10 to 5.
But my mom went to work. Came home. Went into her room with her boyfriend. And didn't even talk to me hardly. I feel like something should happen. Like I want her to talk to me and pay attention to me because I was so worried. I need a big hug and I actually think that I need to cry some more.
I'm a big wuss. Everything's over and I still feel sad.
Posted by Nikalyn at 11:53 PM | Comments (7)
July 13, 2003
Satan's Lil Helper
I hate my niece. I really do. Some might say I'm mean. I'm horrible for hating a little child. And to those people I say screw you. You don't live with her. You don't have to deal with her shit. I admit it's not her fault. It's how she was raised...badly. She is the biggest fucking spoiled brat in the world and I hate her. Last night I couldn't sleep, again, and ended up falling asleep at about 5. I wake up this morning RUDELY to the sounds of a loud popping noise. I put on my clothes and angrily walk upstairs and see that she is sitting in the living room with an empty pop bottle crushing it back and forth to make the plastic popping sound. Both my mother and my brother were sitting there watching her like it was no big deal. First off, I WAS FUCKING SLEEPING. IT WAS FUCKING LOUD. IT WOKE ME UP. Second off, who the hell lets their kid sit there and play with a god damn pop bottle??? THROW THE GOD DAMN THING AWAY. It's not like she doesn't have millions of toys let alone MY toys. FUCKING SPOILED CHILD.
Then I go up there and tell them that she woke me up and that the noise was loud and they ignored me and laughed. Then the little brat goes "Did I wake you up?" "Uh...yes." "Oh too bad."
WTF?
Someone needs to shoot her.
Going on with my annoyingly bad day...
Went to work with my mom but Jon is on vacation until the 19th. Ugh. So I had to sit there all bored and count money with my mom. We went to Walmart and she of course bought a million things for the Devil Child that we didn't need.
Then on the way home she started in to me talking about how I need to "make" my dad buy me a car so I can drive. My dad hasn't talked to me in two months. My dad is a mean bastard who doesn't care one bit about me. He refuses to call and talk to me and states that "The phone works both ways." How am I supposed to make him buy me a car?? Everytime I've mentioned it he tells me to make my mom pay for it which he knows is not going to happen because we're poor. Or he tells me to have my mom's boyfriend buy it for me. And he only does that because he's mean and vindictive.
I hate my dad. Why can't he just like me like other dads do? I firmly believe that my dad doesn't love me. He only does things because he feels obligated to or because he wants to be on my mom's good side. I find it so childish that he refuses to call me because I won't call him. It's so stupid. I hate him.
So, tomorrow I will be the better person and try to open the communicating field. Not because I want to however but because things need to start getting done. I need to get a car. I need to get my permit and then my license. I need to drive so I can go to college. I need to borrow some money for the beach. Now, don't think I only want to deal with him because I need things....err wait no that is the correct reason. But it wasn't always like this. He has forced me to be like this. He is a father of mere convenience. I need him for money and to teach me to drive. That's all. It's his fault.
Okay, moving on to the bad day. I got home and mom made dinner. I sat in the living room and watched a game show. The Devil Child and her father came down stairs and told me to turn the channel to Mtv so they could watch Spiderman. "Um...no. I was here first. I'm watching a program." "Uh yeah. Turn it to Spiderman." Devil Child goes up to the tv and asks her dad what channel it was on and he tells her. She turns the fucking channel right in front of me. NO FUCKING COMMON COURTESY AT ALL. DO I FUCKING GO INTO THEIR ROOM AND TURN THEIR CHANNEL? DO I TURN THEIR CHANNEL WHEN THEY ARE WATCHING TV IN THE LIVING ROOM??? FUCK NO. I HAVE FUCKING MANNERS!!
So I'm pissed. VERY pissed. I wish that child were never born. Mean? FUCK YES I am mean. They need to teach their child manners.
Then, one of my old friends called and wanted to do something with me. But since I was so pissed off and since she had "forgotten" to tell me or call me the last 6 times she had been in town, I blew her off. I felt that since she took her good ol time contacting me then I would do the same. Mom got all pissed that I told her to tell her that I wasn't home. Like my mom doesn't tell me to tell people she's not here. Fucking double ass standards.
Then I was eating a fudge bar and dripped chocolate between my spacebar. :-/
I'm very angry.
Last night I got in a fight with Queer Bag. He had "claimed" to be sleeping for like 16 hours. I tried to talk to him cause I had to ask him something and he said he was going back to bed. He then proceeded to tell me that I should go to bed earlier and then maybe he would be able to talk to me. I didn't like him telling me what I should be doing. I went off on him until he signed off aim. Fucking queer. I'm not talking to him anymore. If he wants me he can make a fucking effort for once.
I'm done.
Posted by Nikalyn at 05:09 PM | Comments (14)
July 12, 2003
The Best Movie Reviews In History Of ManKind
Pirates of the Caribbean = very good
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen = very bad
*coughs*
Okay, enough said.
*points to webcam* Lookie. It's funny. Hehehehe. Oh lordy. I kill myself! I look like crap but the monkey is just too cool. If you don't get it then go see Pirates of the Caribbean! Go now!
Posted by Nikalyn at 01:26 AM | Comments (10)
July 09, 2003
I just want to say one thing...
Okay, maybe more than one. Who the hell cares? We all knew she was kickin' it Nsync style. We're not fucking idiots. Whoever believed that crap was a complete moron.
Anyway, I can't sleep. I wanted to. I tried to. But then I started thinking. Thinking is not a good thing to do when it comes to me. It makes me get on this roll and I start thinking about every bad thing and then I get depressed. Which I of course happened. So now I won't be able to sleep all night.
I would go in depth. But I tried talking to foof. And he pretty much gave me a "Jesus Christ" as I told him all the directions my head was going in.
I'm sleepy. I'd like to sleep. I can't. Sad. Depressed. Tear.
"Still smells of the sun and the light that brings healing is burning my eyes
and the dark seems so nice. And I'm choking on blessings that I can receive.
I hide..."
He never fails to make me feel a bit better.
Posted by Nikalyn at 04:07 AM | Comments (3)
July 05, 2003
Conformity Is Fun
REVISED INSTRUCTIONS:
Below are 23comments. They are written about my friends and people I know. Some comments are bad. Most are good. Some are silly. Pretty much if you have ever written a comment in my blog or if your blog is linked then you're one of the 23. Leave a comment and guess which number you are. I will tell you if you're right or not. Simple. Clean. Fun. Start guessing.
1.)I’ve always looked up to you. You have the confidence and ambition that I always wished I had. You always seemed to be good at things and knew where you were going. You also have good taste in music.
2.)You’re very odd sometimes. I have more screen names of you on my aim than any other person I think. Don’t worry. Just cause you have the dream doesn’t mean you’re dead.
3.)I never see you around anymore. I guess you’ve gotten too successful for friends.
4.)You’re fucking gorgeous. You know it. I know it. Everyone knows it. You’re one of my favourite people believe it or not. I could tell go on but...
5.)You’re so fun to talk to. :D You always have something interesting to say. I’m glad you adopted me and are gonna let me live with you. Just make sure to feed and water me sometime.
6.)For some reason you seem to think I’m cute. Yay for me!
7.)You’re everything to me. I hope you don’t end up hating me. Dancing hotdogs will soon take over the world with Asians and hamsters. We have whole life ahead of us. My love for you is endless.
8.)You make me want to write again. You are an inspiration. I hope I can be as successful as you one day. Glad you look forward to my comments.
9.)You can still get me even to this day. You don’t forget the first. We could have been good. Sometimes I would die for you. Most of the time however, I hate your guts. Are you happy now?
10.)Must be nice to have fast Internet. Have fun stealing songs and downloading porn!
11.)I relate to you a lot. Every entry you write makes me think. You’re so introspective.
12.)We don’t talk a lot anymore but I’m still loyal to you. What can I say? You’re a freak.
13.)Anna told me that she is a secret agent working for the government. She said she was behind all the donut disappearances. You knew this right? Oops, was I not supposed to tell? You know I love ya.
14.)I’m glad you’re happy now. You deserve it. I hope I can overcome things like you. Say hi to the fish for me.
15.)I try to be a loyal reader but you never have an entry up!! What’s up with that? Oh, well. I’ll try again tomorrow.
16.)You’re so hot. I’d make out with you in a second.
17.)People from other countries always appeal to me. You’re no exception. I like ya too. :D
18.)You have mood swings. You scare us sometimes.
19.)I still love your voice. I would have definitely gone to the prom with you.
20.)You and your man are so cute together. I think I might throw up.
21.)I really like the way you hump my leg. I would screw you in a second. But...
22.)You really hurt me. I thought I had found someone who would last. How odd how fast people change. I’ll never talk to you again.
23.)You're very talented and have a good taste in entertainment. Yet, you seem unhappy a lot. Wonder why that is?
Posted by Nikalyn at 07:42 PM | Comments (30)
July 04, 2003
:*(
I'm sad. So very very sad. It's been a not fun couple of days. The biggest sadness takes the form of no Dashboard concert dates in Ohio. The moment I had waited for the last few weeks arrived, they posted all the dates, and no Ohio. I hate this damn state. But how can they not come to Columbus? EVERYONE comes to Columbus. Or at least Cleveland. The closest date is Pittsburg, PA. I think we actually did go there for a concert one day but I seem to remember mom bitching about it. I don't know if I could con someone into taking me up there...maybe my mom's boyfriend would since he drives to PA a lot. Or maybe I could con my dad into doing it since he hasn't done anything nor talked to me in about two months. I don't know...it's grim really. Maybe Katy will zoom us up there? Doubtful about that one. I don't know...I'll have to think. The good thing is that tickets are general admission again so I don't have to worry about getting good tickets. So hopefully something will happen.
I was looking forward to this concert because it was what I wanted to spend my graduation money on. I haven't bought myself anything out of that money. Nothing. I bought food with it. And I bought DC merchandise at the concert. But that's pretty much it. Nothing big to cheer about. I wanted to use my money to go to my concert. That's why I haven't spent hardly any of it.
I'm so depressed. :( I hope something works out.
Also, I finished Harry Potter. Someone died. I cried. He was one of my favorite characters!! He wasn't a main character but it hurt a lot. :( I was depressed the rest of the night.
Then, my mother hasn't said more than two words to me the whole week. I try to talk to her and she gives me short, impersonal answers. My mom is cool a lot of the times but other times she's not. Other times she's bitchy and stubborn. Half the time I dread her coming home because she finds the tiniest little detail, something that I did wrong and yells at me for it. Why aren't the dishes washed? Why didn't you clean your room? Why did you fix food???! Why didn't you fix food?! Ugh. Sometimes I can't stand it. But lately I don't know what her problem is. Maybe her and her boyfriend are having problems. I hope not. :-/ But she usually is only happy when she has a guy and is on good terms with them. She's one of those girls who need a guy to be happy I think...
Poor her.
On the good side, if I do get to go to the PA concert...it's the first date on the tour. :)
*cries more*
Added later in the day:
Nothing says "Let's be proud to be American" more than having a fight with your mother. That's what happened. She is stupid. She yells for no good reason. She has no argument behind her anger. She yelled because the dogs broke the gate...do I know how to fix a gate? NO. She yelled and said she was sick of me staying up all night and then doing nothing all day. BULL FUCKING SHIT. I clean her fucking house every day so that she doesn't come home and yell at me. What good does it do? NONE. She yelled and said I didn't do the dishes in two days. BULL FUCKING SHIT. I did them yesterday! I didn't do them today because there was hardly any in there. She yelled and said I was supposed to clean the bathroom. I FUCKING DID. She just decided to run her mouth before she even looked. She'd rather just yell at me for anything even things that I didn't do. Then I yelled at her about not talking to me in two days. And she had the audacity to say I didn't say a fucking word to her. No I tried! I tried and she bit my head off. She yelled that she came home and fixed food and she was starving and didn't even get any. I ESPECIALLY went into her room and asked her if she wanted one. I was even going to make it for her. And she very bitchy like said No. Then she complained that I threw them away. I didn't throw them away Lynz ate the rest later that night. Fuck her if she's gonna be childish about shit. There was no reason for her to tell me she didn't want any if I asked her. That's just plain stubborn. I don't know what her fucking deal is. But in turn her actions made Lynz go home when she originally said she was staying again. Now my mom is up there fixing some nasty crap for dinner and I'm not even hungry anymore. But I know if I don't eat it she will just bitch more. What the fuck is up with people lately???
HAPPY FUCKING FORTH OF FUCKING JULY
Posted by Nikalyn at 05:17 PM | Comments (1)
July 02, 2003
I'm Added, Therefore I Am
Rosencrantz, Noel, added me to his blog along with a nifty Rinoa sprite and a line about me not liking nightlights. Hehehe. I didn't know he actually visited my blog or liked it enough to add it to his links but now that I know I added his link to the others. Congrats! It's such an honor to be added to my links...errr....I think? I feel all special regardless!
:D
Um, any other news? Ooooh! My mother's boyfriend fixed not only Lynz's bed but also came down here and fixed my light fixture in my room. Before it used to flicker on and off and would hardly ever stay on. Now it's all good and fixed. Now I have light again! Don't worry, still dreaming in darkness however.
Lynz is still playing her game which has now become an every night ritual. My, do I love video games. She's at a very very hard boss and I was trying to look up ways of beating him online but the guides are SO long and are hurting my head just to read them. Ugh.
Oh, well I'm gonna be going. I don't like hanging out on the computer long when my girl is here. Night night. :D
Harry Potter is going good. Very very exciting! Edge of my bed excitement!
*bites fingernails* Can't wait to see what happens next!
P.S. Harry got action! 0_0
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