Stoopid Shit Revealed
Wassup all?

Not too much going on here. My sister hates my guts (so what else is new?). Humorous in a way ... painful in another.

I guess I'm getting used to it. Come December, noone has to like me anyway. I'll have my man constantly. That's good for me. Nyaha!

It's been a sucky last 2 days ... and I don't expect it to get much better. I don't expect it to get better at all, really. Though I'm trying to stick it out. I know it will just be this week ... and then hopefully the bad stuff will be over. It hasn't been great lately, but ... I don't know.

Tim wants to do this play. He'll be rehearsing every day. That's bullshit. I don't really want him to do it. I like actually getting to see him. But NO ... noone cares about what I want. I don't imagine they have to. Even though Tim owes me. But I'll keep my mouth shut, most likely. I'm stoopid like that.

As for myself now, I'm gone. Night night all.

Sayoonara.

I'm Sick And Tired Of Being Sick And Tired
Babysitting was a trip. The kids were rotating shifts between being awake and asleep. I really think it was both of them getting nightmares and waking the other one up. But, at about 2:30 a.m., they both passed out ... along with their mother whom, of which, returned home at around 2 in the morning.

The kids are usually good, I never have a huge problem with them. By nightfall, they are respectful of the authority over them. It's when they're wired in the daytime when they're something awful to handle.

I have found myself to be quite sick lately. I was a wreck last night, barely being ale to breathe. I had pains in my stomach and sides ... it was a looong night for me. I didn't get that way until late. Tim was scared to hang up the phone with me ... I could barely talk. But my body has gotten the chance to settle itself down, and I woke up okay this morning. I'm still having some stomach problems, but not as bad as last night.

I have returned home tired, hungry, and sick. What a way to go down!

I think I'm going to go get something to eat. I'm in need of it.

Sayoonara.

I Hate My Own Birthday
Dinner was ... fulfilling. I am oh-so-very lonely at the present time. This weekend, I'm going to feel ... well ... I don't know how I'm going to feel. It will be my birthday.

I don't normally get excited for birthdays, it's a horrible celebration, really. But I am somewhat anxious for it, because Timothy keeps going on about how great it's going to be ... I wonder what he's planning.

I am sad right now, because he is gone for the night. It's rough without him because of certain psychological problems I possess. I won't be able to sleep without his voice soothing me. It's going to be a long night ...

I'm hoping next week isn't as hard as the last 2 weeks have been. Hopefully life livens up a little for me ... I don't know exactly how to go about being frustrated and depressed on my birthday. Although, it will probably just be me and Timothy anyway.

I guess my days are just getting lonely. Jillian did call today, but I don't want to talk to her. She does drugs and alcohol, she's in deep with the police I'm sure, she smokes cigarettes when she can't get her hands on any pot, I'm sure her grades are shit, I really want to be better than that. She was my best friend when I came here ... but she has changed ... for the ultimate worst.

I now spend time with Timothy. That's right, just Timothy. Noone else bothers to come around, call, make plans, anything like that. But I get invited to a shitload of parties when my birthday and frustration show up. And the one "party" I went to this month sucked. So I feel no need to go and screw up my life a little more. Jess really wanted me to go to her party. Funny thing is, neither her nor Amanda showed up at Tim's party ... and neither are going to show up on my birthday either! Hilarious how that works ...

So I don't know what we're going to do ... nothing, I guess. Just sit around and be miserable. Bleh.

My birthday is never anything special ... so I guess this year will be no different. We have a hard time throwing parties ... considering we can't have expenses up the rear ... nor do we have land, or anything of that nature. Maybe we can just put up the ladder and sleep on the roof on my birthday. I would love that (minus the freezing weather we've been having).

I am quickly growing weary of my birthday ... I really hate thinking about how great everyone's turns out every year ... and how mine always sucks. But ... after my birthday ... I always have Christmas to look forward to. Christmas usually comes out pretty nice for me. Family food and stuff. It's great ... and me and Tara have a blast in the morning.

I look forward to spending a lot of time with Tim and his family around Christmas time ... as he will spend Christmas day with mine, we're guessing. My family likes him ... so I guess that's good. Heh.

Anywho ... it is time for me to leave this damn thing.

Sayoonara.

My Name Is ... Wouldn't You Like To Know?!
Welcome me, I am the new kid on the blog. I have a Blogger! blog, I also have 4 online diaries. One I lost the first day I had it, so now I have 3.

Wanna know what I'm like? E-mail me if you're that desperate. If you're really not interested, then just leave me alone.

I have my own homepage if you would want to see what I look like. I have little hair now, but it gives you a main idea.

I guess I'm supposed to make some profile something or other.

So until next time, friends ...