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Sunday. 3.9.08 2:24 pm
I'm still pissed about my taxes. I'm going to call them tomorrow shortly after I get up.

I've calmed down enough to not be steaming, but the end result is a pretty bad headache. Work today kept me a little preoccupied, but not enough to keep the headache away. If anything, the business of the day added too it a little.

I'm off work tomorrow. I might go up to the mall at some point. I haven't been there since Christmas. I need to buy some new pants anyway.

I'm going to lay down for a bit and see if I can't ease up the headache some. I'll be back on NuTang later today.

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god damnit it!
Saturday. 3.8.08 6:17 pm
I'm so fucking pissed right now, you have no idea.

I decided that I'd actually sit down to do my taxes today and looking at one of the numbers, something didn't seem right. I couldn't think of what it was ... until I actually thought about it.

My last job changed accountants halfway through the year and they FUCKED ME OUT OF ALMOST $6000!!!! Which makes a big fucking difference in my return.

And I can't even call the bastards until Monday because the office is closed on weekends.

I'm going to be steaming the whole fucking day tomorrow. Not something I need whilst working.

I'm so pissed right now, I'm close to tears. I haven't been this pissed off in a long time.

FUCK!

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new high score
Saturday. 3.8.08 1:29 am
I have achieved a new personal high score. My previous one was 116 ... tonight, I got a 125. It was cool cuz usually my first game is crap. This time, my second game was crap; I only got an 82. My third game was 112.

I had fun. Still no drinking, but I'm alright with that. I was undecided earlier whether I wanted to drink or not, but shortly before it was time to leave for the bowling alley, I wasn't in the mood to drink. Instead, I had my typical Mt. Dew ... the only time I ever drink soda is when I'm bowling. I have no idea why; that's just the way it is.

My sister went this time. And apparently had issues with her boyfriend cuz she stayed to herself the whole time. I asked her and him what was wrong, they both told me nothing so I left it alone. It's shitty when they're going through problems. The vibe is wonderful. {please assume I'm using as much sarcasm on the word 'wonderful' as you possibly can.}

I have to work tomorrow ... er, I guess it would be today at this point. But I can sleep in until 9am. It's only a four hour shift. Which is good cuz I have to be at work at 4am Sunday morning. As soon as I get home from work tomorrow, I need to do laundry. I was going to do it today, but I never got around to it.

Gah! I need to buy another pair of jeans. I discovered a small rip on the inside of the upper thigh. Not quite in the crotch area, but close enough to not be able to wear them out in public. Especially not to work where I'm moving as much as I do. This shit sucks. If I have enough money, I'm gonna buy two pairs.

Alright, I need to get to bed. I just realized how tired I was. I did have fun tonight, though. And I'm happy about my new high score.

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apparently, I'm the only one ...
Friday. 3.7.08 4:23 pm
Who actually knows how to do the dishes. Granted, I have seen ma do them, but that's only when she's pissed off and has to clean. My sister has to be basically forced to do the dishes so we stopped trying. She gets all pissy and rolls her eyes and bitches about having to do them.

This house disgusts me. I hate that my sister won't take care of her own damn cat unless she's told to do so. She's almost 18 years old. WTF?! She shouldn't have to be told.

I try to avoid ranting about her because she has a NuTang and as little as she uses it, the possibility of her coming on here is still there. Oh well. Whether I say this shit to her face or if she reads about it later, she'll get pissed off either way.

I can't fucking wait to be back in my own place, where I am the one who controls what goes on in the house/apartment and Iam the only one responsible for the messiness/cleanliness of the household.

Damnit. I'm done. I wasn't planning on writing anything until after bowling tonight, but I had to get at least some of that off my chest.

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sleeping in
Thursday. 3.6.08 7:17 pm
I get to sleep in tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it.

I went in today on my off day because of the truck, but because the truck was small, Monica wanted me out on the floor. I was not complaining. This is the first truck in quite a while that I haven't had to work on so I was glad for the reprieve.

I was also asked to stay an hour later today than originally planned, so combined with yesterday's 3 extra hours, I've gotten 4 extra hours on next week's paycheck. It'll still be pathetically small, but it'll be better than what the original schedule had in store for me.

What to write, what to write...

I'm going bowling tomorrow night. I'm not sure if my sister will be going this time or not. She's more than welcome. I might get a ride so that I can drink. I do have to work on Saturday, but not until 10am. I hated that I had to leave early last time.

New Amsterdam and Lipstick Jungle is on tonight. I'll probably be browsing NuTang during commercials.

Uhm, wow. I just haven't had the energy to blog lately, but I've managed to come up with a few things to say. Hopefully I'll have an interesting story to tell after bowling tomorrow night. I won't be posting until after 1am though.

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called in?
Wednesday. 3.5.08 7:51 pm
As I had said yesterday, I worked from 4-8am this morning. I left, got home, changed and turned my computer on ... and my phone rang. I looked to see who it was, but I didn't recognize the number. Expecting it to be a wrong number, I answered the phone a little less politely than I would if I knew who was calling me. It was Cindy. I changed my tone to more a pleasant one and asked what was up. She needed me to come back in because she didn't realize she didn't have a cashier until 11.

I was a little bothered because I was just about ready to lay down and nap for a few hours, but I really need the money and the more hours I work, the more money I get. I get back up to work and confused the people that I had just said bye to. I work as a cashier for a few hours, buy the few things I needed {I wasn't going to buy them because I didn't want to go back out, but since I was out, I bought the stuff I needed,} came home, changed back into pajamas and napped for a few hours.

Anywho, the vibe in this house is spectacularly horrible as of late. Everyone is either happy or pissed off, the latter being the most common attitude. There seems to be no comfortable medium. I know I'm not the happiest person, but when everyone else around me is in a bad mood, it tends to affect my own mood. Something that doesn't help the depression any.

Right now, stress is the biggest contributer to the mood in the house.

I couldn't resist any longer. My leg has been itching and itching like crazy over the past few days and the skin around the scabs was peeling away; I did my best to resist, but today, I couldn't handle it. I took off both the scabs covering the bite marks ... to discover small indents in my leg. The scabs that have reformed over them are actually below the level of my skin. It's kind of cool, in a weird, sick kind of way.

Alright, I've been sitting here staring at the screen for the last 5 minutes with nothing coming to mind {except a rant, but that's for another entry} so I'm done writing for today.

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