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Dec. 8th, 2010 11:42 pm....except for the part where I'm not being evil, just tired.
It's been a busy week. The end of the semester is fast approaching (next week), and I'm trying to work my ass off to get everything done. Should be working on Anthropology paper right now. Plus, presentation in English tomorrow about our research topics. Hallelujah that it isn't a formal, get-up-in-front-of-the-class presentation. Public speaking is for the birds. >_<
Mom ended up going to the ER today because of chest pains. They admitted her, but we still have no idea what is going on. Called off work for the day because my mom is more important...even though I was ready to strangle her by the time dad and I left. She decided to quit smoking (again. I don't see her sticking with it this time either.) last Saturday, and has been biting my head off for every other thing ever since. It's been so bad (in my eyes at least...the woman has been trying to treat me like I'm 12 again.) that I'm treating this as a small vacation......from her. I've needed one for a while, but this is still a sucky way to get it.
All sorts of gripes here that are mom-related, but I'm so not going to get into it.
People really need to learn how to control their children in public places....just sayin'. (Screaming toddler running around the damn waiting room in the ER while the parents sit there and let him.) If I had ever acted like that when I was a kid, my mom wouldn't have hesitated to bust my ass, and actually did a few times when I acted up. And I turned out just fine.
Let's not even talk about my half-assed diet. Still doing the walking, but I've finally admitted that I fell off the healthy eating wagon. As evidenced by the french fries I'm eating. Sharing just a few of those with the dog, the little beggar. How is it that they know how to look so cute when they want something?
Was able to see a couple of my friends last Saturday...haven't seen or really talked to either of them in almost a month. The few hours I was able to spend out and about with them did wonders for my sanity.
Back to working on that paper.
Edit for more freaking drama: It seems that our neighbor has decided that he doesn't like our dog, and called the cops to complain, citing "he barks all the time". I CALL BULLSHIT. Why is that? Because I talked to the cop who came here, the neighbor called because of the night the dog cornered a cat in our shed, claiming it woke him up. How in the flying fuck did the dog wake him up at 2am WHEN HE WORKS FUCKING THIRD SHIFT!!!!! He's a dog, dogs bark, and ours only does when there is someone outside. So the neighbor can kiss my fat white ass, and I am going to be telling him so. If I end up in jail, that will be why.
It's been a busy week. The end of the semester is fast approaching (next week), and I'm trying to work my ass off to get everything done. Should be working on Anthropology paper right now. Plus, presentation in English tomorrow about our research topics. Hallelujah that it isn't a formal, get-up-in-front-of-the-class presentation. Public speaking is for the birds. >_<
Mom ended up going to the ER today because of chest pains. They admitted her, but we still have no idea what is going on. Called off work for the day because my mom is more important...even though I was ready to strangle her by the time dad and I left. She decided to quit smoking (again. I don't see her sticking with it this time either.) last Saturday, and has been biting my head off for every other thing ever since. It's been so bad (in my eyes at least...the woman has been trying to treat me like I'm 12 again.) that I'm treating this as a small vacation......from her. I've needed one for a while, but this is still a sucky way to get it.
All sorts of gripes here that are mom-related, but I'm so not going to get into it.
People really need to learn how to control their children in public places....just sayin'. (Screaming toddler running around the damn waiting room in the ER while the parents sit there and let him.) If I had ever acted like that when I was a kid, my mom wouldn't have hesitated to bust my ass, and actually did a few times when I acted up. And I turned out just fine.
Let's not even talk about my half-assed diet. Still doing the walking, but I've finally admitted that I fell off the healthy eating wagon. As evidenced by the french fries I'm eating. Sharing just a few of those with the dog, the little beggar. How is it that they know how to look so cute when they want something?
Was able to see a couple of my friends last Saturday...haven't seen or really talked to either of them in almost a month. The few hours I was able to spend out and about with them did wonders for my sanity.
Back to working on that paper.
Edit for more freaking drama: It seems that our neighbor has decided that he doesn't like our dog, and called the cops to complain, citing "he barks all the time". I CALL BULLSHIT. Why is that? Because I talked to the cop who came here, the neighbor called because of the night the dog cornered a cat in our shed, claiming it woke him up. How in the flying fuck did the dog wake him up at 2am WHEN HE WORKS FUCKING THIRD SHIFT!!!!! He's a dog, dogs bark, and ours only does when there is someone outside. So the neighbor can kiss my fat white ass, and I am going to be telling him so. If I end up in jail, that will be why.
