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So..I'm feeling a little better (and stupid, but we'll get to that in a sec)
I took a longass nap and I feel loads better. I think I'll go lay in the hammock and read some more. I'm really exhausted still. I wish I could've taken my driving test this year instead of next but that's life. I mean, my mum is rather anal and obsessive over Netflix. Which means if I try to add a movie she gets pissed off and moves it to the bottom of the list. Thanks, Mum. Same with TiVo.
Me: Mum, could you get _______ (insert movie title here) for me?
Mum: Uh, can you check TiVo first?
Me: Yeah, sure! *checks TiVo, finds movie, sets to record)
-a week (or so) later-
Me: *checking TiVo* Uh, mum, where did the movie go?
Mum: Oh, I deleted it because we're running out of memory.
Applause, mother, applause. So I was reaaaally hoping that she could drive me to Blockbusters today so I could pick up a few movies, but she doesn't feel like driving there. Apparently all the "local" Blockbusters are going out of business, so the closest one is about 10 minutes away. Erg, so I wish I could drive there myself, but I don't have that option. I'd ask my Dad to drive me, but he's not chill about movies and would check all the ratings and read the summary and start talking about how it's reeeally not appropriate. That's right Vatti, the daughter who holds a better conversation with an adult then you, can't see people have sex in a movie. Seriously. The other day, I'm sitting in the den watching Sex and the City and he walks in. Carrie and Big are making out and he starts freaking out and tells me to turn it off. Cooome onnnn. I'm not five. I haven't believed in cooties since I was about three. I found out what sex was when I was 5. (Thanks, school nurse!) So I've been scared ever since. I'm as perverted as they come.
MOVING ON TO ME FEELING STUPID.
So here's the deal. I'm big on love. I fall in love with my friends EXTREMELY quickly. They practically become my drug, and I'm addicted to them. Unfortunatly, no one feels this way about me. I've decided to deal with it. I mean, people might "love" me and everything, but not as much as I love them. I get sad because I have abandonment issues and it's hurtful that if I don't IM someone, they'll never IM me. So I feel incredibly lonely, A LOT. So every couple of months, these sucky feeling get pulled together and form this massive ball of sadness inside me. I feel like crap, I want to cry and I can't manage to get myself out of bed. At that point, the only thing that helps is hugs. Well, I don't know anyone IRL that cares enough to come give me a hug. If I did, I wouldn't have this problem. Yeah, so sometimes I do drastic things like: delete my facebook & twitter. -facepalm- I like to act on impulse. So now that I feel sort of better, I want to reactivate my facebook, but then I need to explain to people why I deleted it in the first place.
Oh boo, livejournal! They have this add next to the page about discounted SLR cameras that come with the lens. Do they not understand that I'm absolutely DYING for a Nikon D40? (or D40x, I dream big)
until later,
Chlo
I took a longass nap and I feel loads better. I think I'll go lay in the hammock and read some more. I'm really exhausted still. I wish I could've taken my driving test this year instead of next but that's life. I mean, my mum is rather anal and obsessive over Netflix. Which means if I try to add a movie she gets pissed off and moves it to the bottom of the list. Thanks, Mum. Same with TiVo.
Me: Mum, could you get _______ (insert movie title here) for me?
Mum: Uh, can you check TiVo first?
Me: Yeah, sure! *checks TiVo, finds movie, sets to record)
-a week (or so) later-
Me: *checking TiVo* Uh, mum, where did the movie go?
Mum: Oh, I deleted it because we're running out of memory.
Applause, mother, applause. So I was reaaaally hoping that she could drive me to Blockbusters today so I could pick up a few movies, but she doesn't feel like driving there. Apparently all the "local" Blockbusters are going out of business, so the closest one is about 10 minutes away. Erg, so I wish I could drive there myself, but I don't have that option. I'd ask my Dad to drive me, but he's not chill about movies and would check all the ratings and read the summary and start talking about how it's reeeally not appropriate. That's right Vatti, the daughter who holds a better conversation with an adult then you, can't see people have sex in a movie. Seriously. The other day, I'm sitting in the den watching Sex and the City and he walks in. Carrie and Big are making out and he starts freaking out and tells me to turn it off. Cooome onnnn. I'm not five. I haven't believed in cooties since I was about three. I found out what sex was when I was 5. (Thanks, school nurse!) So I've been scared ever since. I'm as perverted as they come.
MOVING ON TO ME FEELING STUPID.
So here's the deal. I'm big on love. I fall in love with my friends EXTREMELY quickly. They practically become my drug, and I'm addicted to them. Unfortunatly, no one feels this way about me. I've decided to deal with it. I mean, people might "love" me and everything, but not as much as I love them. I get sad because I have abandonment issues and it's hurtful that if I don't IM someone, they'll never IM me. So I feel incredibly lonely, A LOT. So every couple of months, these sucky feeling get pulled together and form this massive ball of sadness inside me. I feel like crap, I want to cry and I can't manage to get myself out of bed. At that point, the only thing that helps is hugs. Well, I don't know anyone IRL that cares enough to come give me a hug. If I did, I wouldn't have this problem. Yeah, so sometimes I do drastic things like: delete my facebook & twitter. -facepalm- I like to act on impulse. So now that I feel sort of better, I want to reactivate my facebook, but then I need to explain to people why I deleted it in the first place.
Oh boo, livejournal! They have this add next to the page about discounted SLR cameras that come with the lens. Do they not understand that I'm absolutely DYING for a Nikon D40? (or D40x, I dream big)
until later,
Chlo
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