| Here comes the new year, same as the old year. |
[Dec. 31st, 2007|04:39 pm] |
I miss my Pyth. ;_; *e-knuffels from afar!*
I'll try to be online tonight for you, but I have a rather bad feeling that I'm going to be dragged off my cousin's laptop. And by 'feeling', I mean 'I have been told this decisively'. So much for "I can't tell you when not to go online". >.>
So far today, mum's managed to yell at me for forgetting to bring my purse to our cousins' house (loudly and in public; apparently it's immature and abnormal not to carry it everywhere), have a go at me for being sick (as if I'm doing it on purpose to spite her) and be annoyed that I asked whether or not I could go to the loo when we stopped at a shop (my fault: I was the only one who didn't remember the toilets were on our route through the store). Oh, and through general asshattery she has just kind of made me not want to be in the same room as her at all. I fail at being a daughter.
Dammit. I can find no words for how crummy I feel. Which, y'know, is not a good thing, because I'm meant to be going to uni for english and writing courses. Though it's been made pretty clear that I have a snowball's chance in hell of even getting any offers by mum, who's very carefully putting the emphasis on the "if" of IF I go to university. And I'm doing so badly in some bits of A-level english, but the way things are I don't even know if it's worth it or I'm able to get my ass in gear for it. I DETEST INERTIA. BAH. BAH BAH BAH BAH FRELLING BLOODY BASTARD BAAAAAAAAH.
Iron levels in my blood are normal, and so's my... uh... thyroid gland? the one in the throat, and anything else that was being tested, so it's officially something wrong with my brain. To hell with flocking that. I'm not in a subtle mood.
I'm going to have to go downstairs in a minute and smile for everyone.
Happy New Year, everybody. |
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