Just as I expected.
As soon as she saw I was awake, she tells me: "I started my period all over my sheets. You can do the laundry."
Oh, and I'm going home because of the rain. :D
Better go. Don't want to get bitched at.
"The most difficult thing in life, is to know yourself."
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Morning, Bloggers.
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I thought I would re-update considering I apparently have a follower (thanks Bryan!) on my blog. I should have woken up earlier to write this. I don't know exactly how much time I have left to post this before I am yelled at to wake up right away and show up in her bedroom and just stand there like an idiot... before she gives me something to do. I'd rather have a job - this servant work joke is getting kind of old.
How do I feel this morning? Tired.
I'm tired, I feel sick, and I am so frustrated because of the kitten and her dog. They like to jump all over me at all hours of the night, so I never get any sleep anyway, and I end up waking up with marks all over me like I was some kind of jungle gym. Ugh. Right now, the kitten is tearing apart some kind of mattress, and I wish she'd stay quiet. I don't want her to be woken up before she has to. I want a little more time to myself.
Wow! I just now logged into Facebook, and it seems that my old penpal, Carmen, who've I corresponded only in e-mails with ( so I still haven't received an actual letter) messaged me on facebook. This is... well I'm not sure how I feel about it just yet... I only just remember her name.. oh well. I guess now I'll find out - now that she's my friend on Facebook.
In other news, my stomach has begun to hurt, and I'm afraid I'll be going home AFTER supper now. I'm more afraid that I won't be going home at all. We've gone back to North Bay so many times that I had hoped they'd drop me off, at least somewhere in town, and I could walk. So, fingers crossed, I go home today.
Chances are, if I don't post in a while, that means I'm home. There is no internet at my grandmother's unfortunately. Which means, if I bother to write, it will be on Word and I'll have to copy and paste next time I am able to blog again.
Btw, since I've been reading my friend's live journal, I've realized in some way, we match, just like he said. But these things are all negative. Maybe some day I'll find a positive. In some strange way, I'm glad he knows about me, and get updates on my life. I've given him myself, in some strange way, I've given him me - raw, uncovered - my journal, the most private, or only private thing I have; who cares if it's on the internet. I know it's bound to have been stumbled upon (I love that site) by random strangers in the long run. But to have someone I know (or somewhat know) read it.. to me that takes guts, cause I'm generally not writing to an audience.
I'm afraid because now that I know someone's potentially watching, I won't uncover things that I need to uncover. I won't be as honest, and I won't pour my heart into it like I usually do. Although I know that most of my posts haven't looked to have had any thought at all.. I try my best. And in saying so, I'll end this morning post because I'm tired, I feel sick, emotionally drained and I'd give anything to fall back asleep and wake up with coffee and a bowl of cereal. Or even toast.
I thought I would re-update considering I apparently have a follower (thanks Bryan!) on my blog. I should have woken up earlier to write this. I don't know exactly how much time I have left to post this before I am yelled at to wake up right away and show up in her bedroom and just stand there like an idiot... before she gives me something to do. I'd rather have a job - this servant work joke is getting kind of old.
How do I feel this morning? Tired.
I'm tired, I feel sick, and I am so frustrated because of the kitten and her dog. They like to jump all over me at all hours of the night, so I never get any sleep anyway, and I end up waking up with marks all over me like I was some kind of jungle gym. Ugh. Right now, the kitten is tearing apart some kind of mattress, and I wish she'd stay quiet. I don't want her to be woken up before she has to. I want a little more time to myself.
Wow! I just now logged into Facebook, and it seems that my old penpal, Carmen, who've I corresponded only in e-mails with ( so I still haven't received an actual letter) messaged me on facebook. This is... well I'm not sure how I feel about it just yet... I only just remember her name.. oh well. I guess now I'll find out - now that she's my friend on Facebook.
In other news, my stomach has begun to hurt, and I'm afraid I'll be going home AFTER supper now. I'm more afraid that I won't be going home at all. We've gone back to North Bay so many times that I had hoped they'd drop me off, at least somewhere in town, and I could walk. So, fingers crossed, I go home today.
Chances are, if I don't post in a while, that means I'm home. There is no internet at my grandmother's unfortunately. Which means, if I bother to write, it will be on Word and I'll have to copy and paste next time I am able to blog again.
Btw, since I've been reading my friend's live journal, I've realized in some way, we match, just like he said. But these things are all negative. Maybe some day I'll find a positive. In some strange way, I'm glad he knows about me, and get updates on my life. I've given him myself, in some strange way, I've given him me - raw, uncovered - my journal, the most private, or only private thing I have; who cares if it's on the internet. I know it's bound to have been stumbled upon (I love that site) by random strangers in the long run. But to have someone I know (or somewhat know) read it.. to me that takes guts, cause I'm generally not writing to an audience.
I'm afraid because now that I know someone's potentially watching, I won't uncover things that I need to uncover. I won't be as honest, and I won't pour my heart into it like I usually do. Although I know that most of my posts haven't looked to have had any thought at all.. I try my best. And in saying so, I'll end this morning post because I'm tired, I feel sick, emotionally drained and I'd give anything to fall back asleep and wake up with coffee and a bowl of cereal. Or even toast.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Stupid people.
What does the diabetic do when she's trying to cut down on sugar? Have a doughnut.
Over the last few weeks, I have developed a very low tolerance for a few different people. Now, please understand that I'm a bigger person myself, but I do not blame my weight for my inability to do things. To be quite honest, I am capable to do almost everything, despite being overweight/obese.
I strongly dislike those who blame their weight for their inability to do normal things. Like this one woman, who says: "I can't even walk to the mailbox and back because of my weight." She's not even trying to lose weight, because what will make her lose weight is WALKING TO THE MAILBOX.
Another favorite:
"I don't eat as much in a meal as I used to because I'm watching my weight." Listen, lady. You might eat a normal person meal for supper, but you eat 6 donuts, a pound of sunflower seeds, an entire jumbo bag of chips, chocolate and like a whole bunch of pop before you go to bed. Had you bothered to listen to me and eat at least 3 meals a day, you wouldn't be making yourself fatter. Instead, you eat when you're hungry - which is usually only at supper - making me starve all day because I can't eat until you do...
Ugh.
This place is total hell. I'm a loner, always have been. I like being alone. I have always been left alone, and I seem to find it peaceful, calm like that. But it seems that she's not happy unless I'm constantly there, doing stuff for her, fetching stuff for her. And then she'll complain, every day, later on in the day, that she "likes her privacy and her alone time". What about me? I'm 19, do I not deserve to be left alone at least for one day? She's taking advantage of me, and I strongly dislike it.
Another thing, she's constantly telling me to get a backbone. But when I do, she screeches at me. I swear, I'm going crazy. She's always talking about my family and how she's grateful she's never needing to deal with them again, and how horrible they are, and how they do this, and they do that... have you realized in that retarded fucking head of yours that I might be PART OF THAT FAMILY? Idiot.
You gave away your youngest child because you "just couldn't take the stress and all the damage it's causing on her nerves and because of her weight" blah blah blah.
Listen. You gave up your child because you just couldn't take the fact that you need to exercise and lose weight and be a mother to your child. It's not about you, it's about the child, and you're too much of an idiot to figure that out, apparently.
Ugh. Stupid people piss me off.
I'm done for now. Sometimes I wish she got run over. But I'm afraid she would be like a doorstop to a door, won't be able to roll under.
Over the last few weeks, I have developed a very low tolerance for a few different people. Now, please understand that I'm a bigger person myself, but I do not blame my weight for my inability to do things. To be quite honest, I am capable to do almost everything, despite being overweight/obese.
I strongly dislike those who blame their weight for their inability to do normal things. Like this one woman, who says: "I can't even walk to the mailbox and back because of my weight." She's not even trying to lose weight, because what will make her lose weight is WALKING TO THE MAILBOX.
Another favorite:
"I don't eat as much in a meal as I used to because I'm watching my weight." Listen, lady. You might eat a normal person meal for supper, but you eat 6 donuts, a pound of sunflower seeds, an entire jumbo bag of chips, chocolate and like a whole bunch of pop before you go to bed. Had you bothered to listen to me and eat at least 3 meals a day, you wouldn't be making yourself fatter. Instead, you eat when you're hungry - which is usually only at supper - making me starve all day because I can't eat until you do...
Ugh.
This place is total hell. I'm a loner, always have been. I like being alone. I have always been left alone, and I seem to find it peaceful, calm like that. But it seems that she's not happy unless I'm constantly there, doing stuff for her, fetching stuff for her. And then she'll complain, every day, later on in the day, that she "likes her privacy and her alone time". What about me? I'm 19, do I not deserve to be left alone at least for one day? She's taking advantage of me, and I strongly dislike it.
Another thing, she's constantly telling me to get a backbone. But when I do, she screeches at me. I swear, I'm going crazy. She's always talking about my family and how she's grateful she's never needing to deal with them again, and how horrible they are, and how they do this, and they do that... have you realized in that retarded fucking head of yours that I might be PART OF THAT FAMILY? Idiot.
You gave away your youngest child because you "just couldn't take the stress and all the damage it's causing on her nerves and because of her weight" blah blah blah.
Listen. You gave up your child because you just couldn't take the fact that you need to exercise and lose weight and be a mother to your child. It's not about you, it's about the child, and you're too much of an idiot to figure that out, apparently.
Ugh. Stupid people piss me off.
I'm done for now. Sometimes I wish she got run over. But I'm afraid she would be like a doorstop to a door, won't be able to roll under.
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