finally, im allowing myself to go to bed. my homework isnt finished, but my alarm is set for early so i can try to do it when i wake up. i think its just reading econ. anywho, im exhausted. but my room has been violated. i find that for some reason, i cant sleep when my room is the least bit clean or out of my "order". i noticed my closet door wide open, which i knew wasnt because of me. then i realized my blankets and things were in different places. i found out that rick came in my room while i was at school today. that pissed me off. but then i started trying to figure out where all my blankets and pillows were. im a major fluffy whore o.0; i cant help it. i grow attached to blankets and pillows and cant stand to get rid of any of them. same with stuffed animals. so anywho, i started flipping out cuz i went through all the blankets and pillows i could find but i couldnt find one of the pillows that i cant get comfortable without. i just about had a mental breakdown until i lifted up the one blanket actually on my bed to discover that it had been there the whole time. but my room still feels violated and off. it bugs me.
o and the "parentals" have suddenly desided to insert themselves into my "life" after years of not giving a s**t until it was too late. all these years, iv been the one making all the decisions about my school stuff and being the one to worry whether my homework was going to get done or not and they would only get into it if i left something big till the last minute or if they suddenly realized i had taken a class that they didnt think i should have (like anatomy last year. geez "mom", next time, read my schedule before you sign stare ) now suddenly theyve decided to inject themselves into the college business. rick wants to come to portfolio day to ask the people there about the college costs and what not. thats not even what the ******** thing is about. apparently he canceled a golfing thing just for it too rolleyes stare i hate him. even if that were what itd be about, i wouldnt want him coming along. hell id rather not mess with college than to spend any time with him. and "mom" keeps talking to my art teacher through email. i caught her about to say something about my crayon/anime drawings that i do solely for fun. i dont think id even want to do them for a living. it would lose all its fun. and "mom" keeps asking me if im drawing. anytime she walks by my room . . . . *knockknockknock* *knockknockknock* jenny? *knockknockknock* are you drawing? or if im out of my room, have you been drawing? how is your drawing going? anything i can do? . . . . and none of it sounds concerned like im sure you all would be imagining these things being said. but rather its done in that naggy way that "mothers" tend to have.
anywho, i need to go to bed NOW.
Unni Ineo · Tue Sep 19, 2006 @ 06:30am · 2 Comments |