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Saturday. 1.6.07 11:32 am
Of course she tells me that I'm 21, I'm grown, I can do what I want, etc.

Then why the hell does she always treat me like I'm 12?

Stupid woman.

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Friday. 1.5.07 3:41 pm
Of course her highness has "things" for me to do.

That she never tells me what/how to do.

Of course, I tell her I'm leaving Wednesday, she starts bitching. Like she bitches about everything. Loudly.

And of course, as always, she has to find some way to rub it in.

"Well you might not be able to get a dentist appt until later in the week"

No shit, bitch.

She always does bullshit like this, like she needs me to do these things. She's had forever to do them herself, but no, it's somehow my job.

She needs to replace the kitchen floor? That's my job.
She needs to do her taxes and get the forms/books? That's my job.
She needs to check my brother's homework? Obviously my job.
She needs to type things for her business to open? At least I get paid... Not that I asked to do it.
Can't find her keys? Teeth? Etc.? Obviously I know where she put them.
She needs to do this? That? Other? All my job.

Last I checked, none of my official papers said that my name was either Jessica D. Handywoman, H.R. Jess, Teacher Jess (with underpants), or General Slave

Of course, she won't shut up about what everyone else says and does. So and so did this. So and so did that. Shit that no one cares about.

I'm not allowed to think for myself, oh no. So and so said that such and such, and therefore they're absolutely correct.

Regardless of the fact that whatever so and so said doesn't make a lick of sense.

I can't buy bras at The Great Satan. They don't make them in my size.
She swears I need support, but she keeps trying to tell me that so and so is MUCH bigger than I am, and they can find bras.

She forgets that when she says bigger, they are BIGGER. I'm a 34-36. These people are 44+. But obviously that doesn't matter, because so and so says this and that.

I come home for break, and it's never a break. It's always bullshit, bullshit, and more bullshit. I don't expect to come home and do absolutely nothing, but damn. I can't go anywhere, because of whatever. I can't do anything, because of something else. God forbid I actually have a friend around here that I want to spend time with, I can't, because she needs me to do something ridiculous that she won't ever tell me what it is.

I can't lock the door, because someone will come pounding at it and start bitching that it's locked. I can't even close the fucking door, because someone will walk in.
I can't leave my things in my room, because someone will come rifling through them. Regardless of what I may or may not have and don't want people to see.

No privacy at all. None. 0.

I may as well stay in school year round. I'd be much less stressed. I'd have privacy, and time to myself, and at least the bullshit would be bullshit, not just stupidity.

I have a feeling I've made this post before.

I'm hungry, and I don't care to leave my room.
Oh well.

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And now...
Thursday. 1.4.07 6:43 pm
A legit-ish entry!

I ordered my glasses last week. They came in yesterday. I noticed while I was cleaning them that one of the lenses was poorly put in, as well as poorly cut... not much I can do about it, I guess.

Other than that, my anti-glare/reflection-transitions glasses are quite nice.

I was sitting around today and decided I wanted a sub. Sure, I had food in the freezer, but I wanted the sub.

So I set out, traipsing down the road towards Subway. I get my sub, pay for it, and leave.

About a third of the way back, a sheriff pulls over and asks me how old I am.

Obviously, I'm supposed to be in school... you know, I'm 17. o.O

Even if I were 17, I wouldn't have to be, I could have dropped out and gotten my GED.

It bothers me that I stand a good five feet away from all cars that pull up, just as a precaution... and the cops are always like "Come here". So I move to three feet.

I gave him my ID... and offered my Hokie Passport as backup. >.<

I'm cold, so I've got the mini-heater on. I need to start cleaning my room and the house before mum spazzes... Gotta order the DDR pad(s), she says I can.

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Thursday. 1.4.07 10:50 am
I got Fuhrer back.

He sounds a lot happier, looks it as well.

He even has new feet!

They replaced the keyboard, internal fans/heatsink, touchpad, and feet.

According to the "repair info" sheet, they replaced the LCD bracket.

Obviously, because the LCD housing is still... the same. with those two cracks in it.

Perhaps they figured it was cosmetic, and just replaced the bracket. Oh well, I've made note of it on the letter they sent back.

He sounds like an old car... the kind that goes brrmrmmmrmmrmm.... :/

But he's heaps quieter.

I can't complain too much, it was seriously quick. He got there the 2nd, and was being shipped back to me the same day.

The 'f' key is a tad crooked, though.

Hrm. I'm going to wait and see how the touchpad handles before I give a final yay or nay... If it still does that thing it does... I may be a bit annoyed.

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New Year, Same Shit.
Monday. 1.1.07 4:06 pm
It's always the same.


Though I've realized part of my problem.

I'm 21, and I can't speak for myself.

Someone asks me to do something, she says yes. She, not me. She's not the one doing it.

If I say no, she starts bitching about how god's going to hate me and this that and other.

Regardless of the fact that I might be completely uncomfortable doing whatever it is, or tired of doing whatever it is.

Everyone talks about "new years" like somethings going to change.

It rarely does.

Of course, I'm Ms. Pessimistic for thinking such things.

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On the Bandwagon I go.
Sunday. 12.31.06 11:28 pm
So I'm making the obligatory last post of the year.

I don't have much to post about.

It'd be nice if I could be with Dave, because I could kiss him at midnight, but he's up there and I'm down here. :/ Oh well.

People in the ghetto are shooting guns and fireworks... I have some nifty sparklers and those popper things that have confetti. I hope no bullets come through the door.

I'm not going to do them tonight, it's cold-ish.

My computer is STILL in Oakland.

I figure, the last half hour of the old year, I can make a few habits.

I've gotta go do a few jumping jacks and situps, maybe I'll try a pushup or two.

I'll eat my potato tomorrow, and perhaps go get my noodles on Tuesday. I'll let everyone know how the noodles go. Maybe from there I'll eat some soups and some pasta.

Pasta has been sounding good as well. It's really weird. Perhaps my resolution for 2007 will be to eat things that I don't normally eat, like soup and pasta. Not too much, though.

Of course I have to make the John EveryAmerican resolution, to exercise and lose weight.

I still need to order those DDR pads, and verify my Paypal account so I can order the adapter. Stupid Paypal.

Ok, gonna do my situps now. No jumping jacks, her highness is trying to sleep.

There, 25. Woo, feel the burn. Maybe I'll start doing those every day, perhaps before I go to sleep. I'll start at 25, because I'm fat.

I need to buy more lip balm, I lost mine and can't find it. :/

Oooh, I could make a Year in Review Post. Not much to review, other than trends in topics each month.

Meh, I won't.

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