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Saturday, November 6th, 2004 04:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
evila_elfDamn it, damn it, damn it!
At times like these, I wish I had enough guts to walk outside and just keep walking. Arrrrrrrhguthgkjfdn!
And the thing that pissed me off? Mom. She does that a lot. This time it was just because I forgot to put the hotpad thingy on the dinner table. I forget to put it there everytime. Like there would be a chance I would remember this time. She says I need to try harder to remember...how the Hell am I supposed to do that??
I am here trying to type something after retreating from her last little outburst and she returns to complain at me some more. I can't look at her ( My look would be a dark glare that would get me grounded to my room), I can't speak (my only defense is "I forgot" and she knows I did already), I can't slam the door in her face (obvious reasons, plus it has no lock on it), or do anything else but try to ignore her and continue typing with out ruining the keys from pressing them so hard. Poor letter T. I was trying to type a capital T for The and kept missing the shift (it doesn't go all the way down sometimes.)
Now it looks like I am sentanced to help pack things tomorrow because I never help out. During her other packing parties, I have been at work. And I make too big of a mess if I attempt to clean out under my bed, or the closet, so I need to wait until I have a good 5 hours to kill, which doesn't happen often.
Well, let's see if I am still "in the mood" to story-type. Kinda pissy atm :-/
*sigh* and things will be all hunky-dory in several hours....
At times like these, I wish I had enough guts to walk outside and just keep walking. Arrrrrrrhguthgkjfdn!
And the thing that pissed me off? Mom. She does that a lot. This time it was just because I forgot to put the hotpad thingy on the dinner table. I forget to put it there everytime. Like there would be a chance I would remember this time. She says I need to try harder to remember...how the Hell am I supposed to do that??
I am here trying to type something after retreating from her last little outburst and she returns to complain at me some more. I can't look at her ( My look would be a dark glare that would get me grounded to my room), I can't speak (my only defense is "I forgot" and she knows I did already), I can't slam the door in her face (obvious reasons, plus it has no lock on it), or do anything else but try to ignore her and continue typing with out ruining the keys from pressing them so hard. Poor letter T. I was trying to type a capital T for The and kept missing the shift (it doesn't go all the way down sometimes.)
Now it looks like I am sentanced to help pack things tomorrow because I never help out. During her other packing parties, I have been at work. And I make too big of a mess if I attempt to clean out under my bed, or the closet, so I need to wait until I have a good 5 hours to kill, which doesn't happen often.
Well, let's see if I am still "in the mood" to story-type. Kinda pissy atm :-/
*sigh* and things will be all hunky-dory in several hours....
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Date: 2004-11-06 09:19 pm (UTC)Gah.
Farewell.
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Date: 2004-11-06 10:16 pm (UTC)Watched the OC again and now giggling like a maniac...Luke (Playing a video game): "Come on, beat me, hard, hurt me!" 0.0
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Date: 2004-11-07 02:20 pm (UTC)Toodles.
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Date: 2004-11-07 03:43 pm (UTC)