Mother is coming on Friday to sign off on the divorce settlement, and strangely I couldn't feel worse. I have a feeling my dad's already seeing someone and it kind of hurts in a way I wouldn't expect it. Like I've been betrayed. I might never see my siblings again unless I go there because my mother won't let them fly to see us . . . and I don't want to go there because of her. I know this is good for the half of our family (my dad and I) up here, but I feel like Damien and Tay need to come live with us. My mother is an irresponsible, mid-life-crisising, neglecting asshole.

I went out to take the dogs for a walk, went home and dropped the dogs off and went for another walk to the library to find another book for an assingment. As soon as I step off my driveway to cross the street I notice two males about my age walking out of a house at the end of the street putting on their hoodies laughing and acting generally like they're about to go and cause mayhem elsewhere. As I always do in my *lovely* area, I take careful note of how far away they are and proceed to start walking down the footpath on the same side of the road they're on (only side of the road with a footpath). I was walking in the same direction as they were, so getting away from them thankfully when I hear one of them yell "Hey shorty!" I don't look back and keep walking when they yell out again "Hey shorty!" ... "Aww not even gonna turn around" I pick up my pace a little when I hear one of them yelling something about 'bubble butt' before they start yelling chaaarming obscenities about more intimate things. For the sake of decency, I won't repeat them. I continued to ignore them and picked up my pace further so I could round the corner and get out of their sight. I managed to make it to the library in one piece, having lost them.

I spend about half an hour in the library, giving them time to piss off somewhere else so I feel slightly safer walking back home. When I leave I walked down the main street of the town and two teenage (maybe 19) guys drive past in this cute little nana's car and the passenger yells out something unintelligable but clearly meant rudely out the window at me while the driver honks his horn.

What the HELL makes these arsebites think they have the right to abuse people like this on the street? You think it's cool to un-nerve someone walking on their own just because you can? You have to think, who brought these idiots up, but then you realise, they wern't brought up. They're like weeds and just grew.

God society really sucks sometimes.

This, more or less, except some stupid crappy dickheads whatever whatever guys called me "ugly Betty" and some others whistled at me. WTF is wrong with you?! Go kill yourselves and make this world a better place.

^ 'Ugly' Betty is absolutely gorgeous! Take it as a compliment! We should send all of these lovely lads to a finishing school. Or perhaps a starting school, so they learn how to be decent human beings from the beginning.

Indeed.

Damn Wikipedia vandals. How many times do I have to tell them that there are no Earth countries on fictional planets?

Also, waking up and not being able to find your glasses is shit.

My mouse is messed up... CLICK DAMN YOU! NO! Ahh. I keep accidentally closing windows...

I got a 17 cm long scratch on my arm from the dog I'm walking. Not anything malicious, she's just overenthusiastic about "shake a paw". Didn't puncture the skin, but it hurts like hell and looks rather grotesque.

I got an e-mail with the name of my roommate last Friday. I promptly friended her on Facebook and sent a pleasant little message about how I look forward to meeting her in the fall and getting to know her a bit through Internet and phone contact over the summer. Because friending someone on Facebook means that you can see their activity before they accept the request, I've noticed that she's been active, yet she hasn't accepted my request or responded to my message. Maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion and getting all whacked out over nothing, but it's impossible that she hasn't noticed the fact that I want to make contact with her, so her lack of response is making me worry that she's a real bitch.

I got my graduation dress back today after having it altered, and I look absolutely hideous in it. The dress itself is pretty and the salon did a fantastic job, but it doesn't suit me at all. :/

What gives people the right to judge other people on what they wear? Honestly. I was walking to the store in a black hoodie and black jeans to go pick up a quick bag of groceries before dinner, around 4, and I go into the store and the guys just points and says "turn out your pockets" and I'm like "what the fuck, okay" and turn out my pockets - nothing in there - and just give him a look and leave. I ended up walking a pretty long way before I found another corner store, surprisingly, but it was worth it. Just because I had my hood up because it was looking like it was about to rain . . . ugh.

I'm so, so nervous.

There are fucking spiders EVERYWHERE in this house. I am deathly afraid of even the tiny ones . . . but having 17 in the past 3 days isn't helping - I'm terrified to stay in the house but after going outside and encountering more, I'm ready to flee to somewhere clean and spider-less. Any advice on how to get rid of them, for free? T_T

Boy related vent: He is being as lovely as ever to me and everyone says he likes me, which is super cute and all, but if we don't progress further in our relationship in the next two weeks, I'll be leaving the country for two weeks with no good reason to speak to him other than he's a qt3.14. This probably makes no sense to anyone but arlkjasdf it's a legitimate worry I'm having.

Is it bad that when (not if. I'm dead set on moving the hell out of California.) I move out of state/country, I want to take my parents with me? This will probably change by the time I'm actually ready to leave, but I can't imagine living thousands of miles away from my parents, and not being able to see them easily.

There's nothing quite so agonizing as attempting to accomplish any sort of business transaction in a cell phone store. Worst places in the retail world.

I just got back from a four day vacation, it was nice but still not so nice, my cousins are hell to stay with, I got two jelly fish stings, one on my leg the other on my neck.
At least I can make up awesome stories with my jelly fish scars.

I'm working retail as a summer job and we get a lot of pressure from corporate to persuade people into opening store credit cards. I give the standard pitch to everyone that I check out, but in a tough economy, no one wants to open a new credit card. I have a hard time harrassing people, too; once they decline, I feel that further attempts to persuade will only annoy them. At that point, it's best to let it drop. Because our store doesn't sell enough cards, our hours are now being based on performance, and my hours have been cut with the stipulation that I have to shadow one of our top sellers for a day before my hours will be put back to normal. It's so degrading. The manager claims that it's to improve my personability, but I know that she thinks I'm personable enough. If she wasn't getting pressure from corporate to make low sellers more personable in order to sell more cards, there would be no issue here.

God, I took a job at this store because, unlike other retail positions, we don't work on commission. Now I feel like I'm working on commission and I hate it.

I hate how my mother pressures me to go to college. I sort of want to live an average life.


Sigh.

My father's been stubborn about going to the doctor for months and now he's freaking dead. ;-;

*facedesk*

OMG! I'm so sorry

I had to wait 3 or so days just to download a file off of here so I could get the filename to delete it. OhyesIsohavealife.

I am so tired, my mattress and computer chair are pure evil. My back hurts so much. D:

I have a polycystic ovary, why, isn't that AWESOMMME! /sarcasm It's good that I don't have to have a surgery, but it still is a pain in the ass (literally, more or less).

I'm so sorry, Cass.


A boy who made me marry his pencil case when we were ten added me on facebook a few days ago. We were messaging and talking about what we were doing with our lives now and he said he was playing bass in a band. Then he asked what I was doing and when I told him he said, "Wow, we sure are taking different paths with our lives." I don't know why, but that really bugged me.

Sometimes I look at my life and think I really am not cut out for where it is going.