There's this asshole in my class. We'll call him Brad because fuck being confidential. I"m so fucking sick of Brad trying to be the teacher. He can go fuck himself. He pisses me the fuck off. he's an asshole and is a fucking STUDENT not the fucking TEACHER> GO FUCK YOURSELF BRAD! I hated you in the last class and I hate you EVEN FUCKING MORE this class. If I have another fucking class with him, I'll fucking quick school.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
I am not smart
I should have gone through upromise to buy all the shit I bought recently to get a percentage towrads school. Oh well. next time, right?
Dad....oh my god. He's so scattered. We understand now why mom would get so frustrated with him. I bet it's part of his parkinsons. He can't keep on task often, and when he does it's some useless exercise in futility.
I'm just frustrated today. I probably need to eat.
Dear mom
Please give everyone in this house some fucking prozac. Everyone is bitchy, me included and it's pissing us all off, me included. I feel bad because I used to love coming home but it was because I got to see you. I love dad. I love Turlach. But this is a different place now without you and i don't like it. The cigarette smoke. The dogs. The tempers. This house feels different now. I never thought being the only female in the family would feel so weird but it does. I don't like it. I don't think I like anything today. I'm so sick of the smoke and the tempers and the emptiness. I hate it.
And I wish everyone would stop driving me fucking insane.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Well
It's been a bit since I've blogged. I'm on an emotional roller coaster from hell as well as the schedule from hell! I've been so busy betweek work, freelance and school that I don't have time to breathe. Last night I took time to clean my lovely apartment, and I suddenly felt less stressed. Funny how that works. Tonight I'll do homework and freelance stuff. I wish I could call in sick for the day, but I'm already at work, so no such luck for me!
Going up north to visit dad and Turlach this weekend. It's very difficult going up north nowadays. I used to love the ride and maybe I will again tomorrow. Who knows. OH! Crap, that's what I was going to do at lunch was clean out my car. Maybe after work? Maybe still at lunch. I can go home at lunch :) Fun!
Nothing much to tell. I'm still very sad. I feel guilty for living my life when I think I should be sitting around grieving for mom. It's still unfuckingbelievable to me that she's gone. It sucks ass. I'm going to start working on Thank You notes for the funeral. ick. I'm not looking forward to that at all. But oh well. The Aunties will help me get started. I'll need more cards but I don't know how many yet. Probably 300. Stamps are going to be expensive.
Ok. I need to work.
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