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rachg82 I got a shitty night's sleep, because I kept waking up all morning. Mom was upstairs, yelling her head off in an argument with her Mom, on the phone. Then Nanny came over to the house in person, and they continued to bicker some more. I know Nanny can get frustrating, sometimes, but Mom is wicked harsh on her.
On top of that, I'd woken up with a bad headache, which is always fun. Luckily I didn't have to work until six, but I just had practically no energy, all day.
Mom managed to shift from the nice mood she was mostly in, before, to bitch-mode today. So, she got on my nerves, because the attitude was off the charts. She found out that some of the recent problems might've also been because she took penicillin a while ago, which she's allergic to. Uh, smart. But also, according to this doctor at least, she should never take another pain killer for the rest of her life, so long as she's taking depakote or lithium. I think that's kind of crazy, but whatever.
Because she didn't feel well, I caught a ride home from work with a coworker. I needed to go to the store, but I knew Mom wouldn't bring me, so I asked my ride to drop me off there, and I just walked home afterwards. At eleven o'clock at night. On my dark-ass street. Right. I laugh in the face of danger! Heh.
Work itself was lame, because we didn't have very many people (a girl quit, for one thing. They'd only scheduled three people, too, although they called Henara and she came in), and the place was trashed. And I was really tired feeling, and my feet hurt like a bitch (combination of the fact that I have cuts on my feet, because I compulsively pick at the dry skin there--dude, I never learn--and the fact that my damn insoles were still slipping underneath my feet).
Also, my lovah was there, for once, but I didn't get to wait with him because I didn't have to wait for my Mom. Figures. Yeah, that kind of bummed me out. Then I was also feeling a little sorry for myself, because when he said hi to me, I overanalyzed it, and started feeling like he wasn't into me at all, based on his tone of voice and how he looked at me. But then later on, he was walking by as I was putting stuff away, and I turned and our eyes met, and I realized he'd been looking at me. Of course, that doesn't mean anything, but whatever. I enjoy my happy little fantasy world.
I hope Mom can pick me up tomorrow, because I don't want to have to worry about asking someone else for a ride, or trying to get out early enough to catch the bus (the last one is at like 10:13, and sometimes we stay later than that). I'm also hoping my lovah will close again. I am so pathetically infatuated, heh. I'm all "I miiiiiiissss him!", when I hardly even know him. I wish I had the chance to talk to him, more often.
On a tmi note, this iron is giving me gas, yo. Fartage. Hee. I don't appreciate that. I also don't appreciate how this lack of energy and anemia crap is interfering with my attempts to get rid of the flab. See, I want to diet, but like, I'm so low on energy that I need to eat. And I'm hungry alllll the time. Although my appetite has seemed to go down just a little, the last few days. Still hungry lots, but not being able to eat as much at once. Crazy body. I was going to do my little Special K diet (I know![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jasminelily laughs at the Special K thing, but I only need to lose a small amount of weight, so it works), but then I was thinking about it today, and was like "uhh, it's probably not that smart to be depriving myself of food, when my health sucks, is it?" Damn't. Fuck off, hemoglobins! Bikini season is coming up, don't you understand that?
Heh. Yes, I have my priorities all in order. I suppose I could try to eat salads and stuff, but see, me and salads don't get along. I am a very unhealthy eater, in general. Well, I don't eat as big of fatty portions as I know some people do, but my diet is totally not varied. And I know I don't get enough fruits and vegetables. I ate an apple a few days ago, and trumpets sounded. Haha.
That's pretty much it, for today. Except I do have some surveys I found, which I'll post after this. Muahaha.
Before I get into my photo-whorage, points go to whoever can identify which comic the quote in my subject heading comes from.
Lastly, Le Picture of the Day: April 19th. Heh, how funny is it that I was just talking about apple trees in my old backyard (in one of the surveys I'm about to post), and then I get that photo?
On top of that, I'd woken up with a bad headache, which is always fun. Luckily I didn't have to work until six, but I just had practically no energy, all day.
Mom managed to shift from the nice mood she was mostly in, before, to bitch-mode today. So, she got on my nerves, because the attitude was off the charts. She found out that some of the recent problems might've also been because she took penicillin a while ago, which she's allergic to. Uh, smart. But also, according to this doctor at least, she should never take another pain killer for the rest of her life, so long as she's taking depakote or lithium. I think that's kind of crazy, but whatever.
Because she didn't feel well, I caught a ride home from work with a coworker. I needed to go to the store, but I knew Mom wouldn't bring me, so I asked my ride to drop me off there, and I just walked home afterwards. At eleven o'clock at night. On my dark-ass street. Right. I laugh in the face of danger! Heh.
Work itself was lame, because we didn't have very many people (a girl quit, for one thing. They'd only scheduled three people, too, although they called Henara and she came in), and the place was trashed. And I was really tired feeling, and my feet hurt like a bitch (combination of the fact that I have cuts on my feet, because I compulsively pick at the dry skin there--dude, I never learn--and the fact that my damn insoles were still slipping underneath my feet).
Also, my lovah was there, for once, but I didn't get to wait with him because I didn't have to wait for my Mom. Figures. Yeah, that kind of bummed me out. Then I was also feeling a little sorry for myself, because when he said hi to me, I overanalyzed it, and started feeling like he wasn't into me at all, based on his tone of voice and how he looked at me. But then later on, he was walking by as I was putting stuff away, and I turned and our eyes met, and I realized he'd been looking at me. Of course, that doesn't mean anything, but whatever. I enjoy my happy little fantasy world.
I hope Mom can pick me up tomorrow, because I don't want to have to worry about asking someone else for a ride, or trying to get out early enough to catch the bus (the last one is at like 10:13, and sometimes we stay later than that). I'm also hoping my lovah will close again. I am so pathetically infatuated, heh. I'm all "I miiiiiiissss him!", when I hardly even know him. I wish I had the chance to talk to him, more often.
On a tmi note, this iron is giving me gas, yo. Fartage. Hee. I don't appreciate that. I also don't appreciate how this lack of energy and anemia crap is interfering with my attempts to get rid of the flab. See, I want to diet, but like, I'm so low on energy that I need to eat. And I'm hungry alllll the time. Although my appetite has seemed to go down just a little, the last few days. Still hungry lots, but not being able to eat as much at once. Crazy body. I was going to do my little Special K diet (I know
jasminelily laughs at the Special K thing, but I only need to lose a small amount of weight, so it works), but then I was thinking about it today, and was like "uhh, it's probably not that smart to be depriving myself of food, when my health sucks, is it?" Damn't. Fuck off, hemoglobins! Bikini season is coming up, don't you understand that? Heh. Yes, I have my priorities all in order. I suppose I could try to eat salads and stuff, but see, me and salads don't get along. I am a very unhealthy eater, in general. Well, I don't eat as big of fatty portions as I know some people do, but my diet is totally not varied. And I know I don't get enough fruits and vegetables. I ate an apple a few days ago, and trumpets sounded. Haha.
That's pretty much it, for today. Except I do have some surveys I found, which I'll post after this. Muahaha.
Before I get into my photo-whorage, points go to whoever can identify which comic the quote in my subject heading comes from.
Lastly, Le Picture of the Day: April 19th. Heh, how funny is it that I was just talking about apple trees in my old backyard (in one of the surveys I'm about to post), and then I get that photo?
