late nights, bright lights

Okay.

So after a full day of studying and half a full day of D&D at Ace's, I knew I would be too late to catch the bus home. So I asked Craig for his keys and for him to ask his roommates if it would be okay if I stayed there (because it's well within walking distance).

He said they said sure, but he would not give me keys because there is a spare key to the front door in the laundry room.

But the laundry room is locked in the winter. Maybe to stop laundry from being done in the winter, because that's normal.

So now he's (technically) on a date with another girl (they're friends). And I'm waiting for him to get back. For minimum two more hours.

Yeah, not really anyone's fault and just a stupid turn of events, but I'm still not happy about it.

I don't have the money for a cab home and nevermind that, I have no phone to call a cab. And everyone I know is at the formal dance (ew) so I can't even walk to a friend's place to stay for a few hours. ><

Curse you, fate. Curse. You.

 Okay, so let's recap.

I'm currently full of depression and without my meds.

I'm also now the half-owner of 14 rats because the stupid thing went and had 10 babies.

I'm also apparently babysitting a two year old for two days (totally not my thing).

All slightly tolerable (except for the meds).

Until people show up in my fucking living room telling me that it's about time I finally came for and did something to contribute to society and give her the phone now.

Yeah, how about you go die, okay?

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K:

I never say things without a purpose, though you might not actually be smart enough to understand that fact. If you didn't interrupt me and tell me to 'shush', maybe my point would have made a bit more sense. Maybe I had a perfectly valid point and it was most likely a little more well thought out than your idea.

Just saying.

Love you tons,
C.

I can't begin to...

It just wouldn't make sense to...

What the fuck just happened?

I feel so mentally violated.

Seriously, no more SOS peole. They freak me a little. Like... what the fuck?

PS: Fuck your 'sad face.'

PPS: Like, literally, two centimetres. Like, literally, what the fuck is wrong with you, Colleen? So close... yet so far.

( Warning: Heavy, Depressing Stuff Ahoy! )



I look back on where I'm from,
look at the woman I've become
And the strangest things seem
suddenly routine.


Oh goddess, now I'm e-patronizing myself. At least it will ... what, teach me a lesson? Damn, I hope so.

I still feel like trash. I nearly coughed myself to death coming in just a few minutes ago. Not pleasant, I'll tell you that right now. A nice early night might do me well again. Stupid class and it being tomorrow. As sick as I was and as quiet as it got, I really miss being [almost] alone for [almost] a week.

I bought a fishie today, much to my mother's chagrin. She thinks having a fish will detract from my studies. Bah to her. His name is Skyfire and he is adorable.

My sister is a moron. A fucking moron, even.

My entire household is aware that they are not to answer the phone if my work calls. All 4 variations of the number come up on the caller ID with the name, so there is no excuse about 'not knowing'.

Their call was unheeded last night- I was not home.

I did not answer at twenty after five, because I did not want to go in early today.

But Maureen just had to answer it at eight thirty because 'she wanted to, it's none of my buisness, fuck off.'

Well, thank you Maureen. Now I am working [ALONE!] a shift I have never worked before, on a unit I have never worked on before. Oh, it's a small comfort that there will be someone on the wing across from mine. For most of the shift, it's a lady who barely speaks English! Oh hurrah!

Thank you, my loving sister-- who also proceeded to tell me to 'shut the hell up, it's not like I don't need the money anyways, which is amazing because if I am this dumb how did I ever get accepted to university?'

*headdesk*

Miiiiiiiiiind fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.


Ugh, I need to sleep. I'm pushing 5o hours of no sleep. And sadly, my NaNoWriSum has stalled. Almost completely. I think I wrote maybe 6o words today. Am tempted to say 'fuck it!' like I do with most things.

Colin came over, so that was nice.

But I've been chewing the inside of my bottom lip again. You know what that means! Back to the doctor  (oh and you just know she'll find out I haven't been sleeping!) to get the meds upped!


[[Miserable as fuck? No, why do you ask?]]

But Colin came over, so that was nice.

Yeah, seriously. Until I actually went to lunch, I was having a nice day.

Way to fuck that all up for me, Fate.

I want to have a quiet day tomorrow, but god knows that won't work.