Saturday, November 09, 2002
i. am. so. bored. kill. me. now. here is the schedule i want (after only changing it about 5782394572 times within the past few hours) Tuesday and Thursday 9:30 10:45 Human Bio with Roller Friday 9:30 - 12:15 Intro to Microcomputers with Akache yeah so i broke my vow to never take a friday class again. but whatever. its an easy class, i'd rather have classes 5 days a week than have them late in the day. i took classes for 5 days a week for.. oh gee.. 15 years?! its not gonna kill me. **celisse
Thursday, November 07, 2002
eh. i feel a bit better now. my bouts of depression generally only last a few hours. i go and find something to break and then i feel better. the only time i was depressed for a while was when rick was living here. I was depressed the entire seven months. i hate him even more than i hate my father. and thats a lot. we got the money for my school. my mom hocked two of her diamonds and a tennis bracelet. we're upset about it but we have until february to get them back. so thats a relief. the living room is filled with boxes. the great packing adventure begins tomorrow. my task for the day will be to build every single one of those damn boxes and then start finding stuff in the garage that belongs to us. hah. i managed to move one of these HUGE barrels in the garage. it was filled with cassettes. i managed to move it from on top of another HUGE BARREL filled with cassettes without breaking an old monochrome monitor. ..or my back haha. celisse is SOSO STRONG! *flexes* hah today was so nice. the weather was PERFECT. i got to wear my pretty sweatshirt for the first time since i got it :D i also got green hi-lighter on it. (doh!) did i just say "doh!"? kill. me. now. i love this weather. i went outside to play with the doggies for a bit because it was so nice and cool out. hee! i think baby thinks i'm another dog. that dumb mutt. if he tries to bite me ONE MORE TIME i'mma have to go ape-ass on him. anyway. hah. someone came knocking on the door tonight. we saw police lights through the window and freaked out. my mom and i SO thought that it was the cops telling me that my dad was pretty damn dead. to which we would have done a bit of a jig. but it was fed ex. haha. to drop off MORE boxes. the police lights were coming from a couple houses over. :D i need to start deciding what to pack first from my room. *looks at over-flooded toybox* yup.. thats first. haha haha i'm registering my ass a domain within the next month. we're gonna have a big house-warming party. **celisse
i dont feel well. i want to break something again. i broke a glass three weeks ago. i just threw it on the floor because i was so angry. then i, of course, regretted it since later i was walking around barefoot and got a peice of glass stuck in my heel. :o/ i just wanna go into that garage, find something of his.. something big.. and smash the hell out of it with a hammer. ..break his records. every single one of them. burn his books. tear his whole damn world apart. we went to court yesterday. yeah because he tried to get the restraining order removed. my mom missed work. i missed school. he didnt even show up. we just.. sat there for an hour. and he didnt even show up. his school called us. they said he didnt come to work. and he didnt call. they called again today with the same story. he's doing this on purpose. he's trying to keep us prisoners in this house. if he's no where to be found, he cant possibly sign the papers, can he? yeah. he's doing it on purpose. we got a letter from the home owners association today. when i first read it i thought it was pretty funny, since in Sociology today we were talking about communities and their rules and guidelines etc etc. The letter said that the color of our house wasnt registered in their holy bible of house colors, and that we'd have to paint it. good Lord, the house is beige and teal. teal or aqua or some crap. the color of the florida marlins. its PRETTY. and all these other houses on our street are painted the same way. i called my mom to tell her. i thought it would be a good laugh. until i found out that she already knew. the HOA (army of assholes) basically told her that we cant sell our house until we paint it. and they tell us this.. a week before we sign the closing papers? we've already started packing and these ASSHOLES are telling us that we cant sell until our house colors abide by their stupid rules?! we're at the end of our lines, my mother and i. we have NO. MONEY. i'm supposed to register for the spring semester this weekend but i cant because i dont have the three hundred dollars i owe the school. how the hell are we supposed to afford to paint the house when we cant even afford to pay my school? i dont know what to do. you can bet your ass that my father is the one behind this. the best thing for everyone would be for him to just DIE. die and get it over with. then our problems would be over. for once and for all. finally.
Tuesday, November 05, 2002
haha thanks to Tori from [ .rara avis reciews. ] for the review! haha unfortunately, it took kinda long and i COMPLETELY forgot that i'd applied for a review, so i have no idea what layout it was that she reviewed. either way, THANKS, TORI! :) Details: [x] Link back [ Did you link us from your site? ] 10/10 Comments: Sorry the review took so long. I have been swampmed! But I really loved visiting your site. It was awesome. Total Score: 87/100 = B+
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