One Month till Emergence day!
That's right, theres 31 days and 23 hours as of this writing, till gears of war comes into my life!
Just checked out the blog "gearheads of war", and they have the timer as to how long till Marcus Fenix and the Locust Horde comes into my life.
My grandmother is still living with us, as she has for the past approx. 6 weeks. I want her to go away, but as that looks like something that won't happen for a long time, I have to grin and bear it.
Or something like that.
Not much is happening, which is a bit of a problem, since I haven't been able to fall asleep until about 3 in the morning, wake up noon ish, and have anxiety attacks (at least that's what I hope they are. Anyone with a "M.D. on their shirt, here's my symptoms: Hot and cold flashes (i thought only middle aged women has them), sudden increased breathing, an exponential increase in heart rate, and aches.) the rest of the day.
At 1:33 right now, and with no sleep readily available, my CD collection looks like it could use a thorough cleaning.
Or, maybe I can sort my clothes into what I want to give to charity, and the maybe 5 t shirts, 3 sweatshirts, and 4 pairs of pants that I want to keep, out of the thousands and thousands of items I never see myself desiring, or wearing. I mean, who needs "family guy" oriented underwear? I sure as hell don't.
Flock is fantastic, I have a lot of fun there. Basically, I have fun everywhere but at home, or were my granny is.
And the girl across the street is pissing me off royally. Allow me to explain.
She has opportunities handed to her hand over fist, and she instead has chosen to become the "whore of the high school". We all know someone like this. That had brains, but chose instead to rot them with alchohol, drugs, "sleepovers", etc. etc., while her parents gave her everything she wished.
As soon as her parents leave the house, disgusting, pimple faced high school nightmares begin appearing at her abode. It would be one thing, if these were people we saw regularly, but instead they only appear when there is alcohol, or another substance, be it sex, drugs, etc.
Now, all I want to do is shake her and scream "what the fucking hell is wrong with you, you strumpet! You had it all, and chose to throw it away! So don't you agree with me that you deserve nothing more than the trailer park and 11 toed children, with ciggarettes and rotten vegetable suppers that you are undoubtedably headed to, you soul-less hussy, you society draining slug, earning none, giving less, and doing nothing to help the continuation of society!? Do you not realize that you do nothing but worsen your situation?
I am sorry, dear readers, for that outburst. I had to get it out. I feel bad for this girl, whom I wish none but the absolute best.
Unfortunately, we all know she can suck all the meat off a chicken wing with with one swallow. If you understand my meaning. There are probably photo's of it on "myspace" or something like that. But anyway, it's pushing 2, and I should probably go and. . .stuff.
Just checked out the blog "gearheads of war", and they have the timer as to how long till Marcus Fenix and the Locust Horde comes into my life.
My grandmother is still living with us, as she has for the past approx. 6 weeks. I want her to go away, but as that looks like something that won't happen for a long time, I have to grin and bear it.
Or something like that.
Not much is happening, which is a bit of a problem, since I haven't been able to fall asleep until about 3 in the morning, wake up noon ish, and have anxiety attacks (at least that's what I hope they are. Anyone with a "M.D. on their shirt, here's my symptoms: Hot and cold flashes (i thought only middle aged women has them), sudden increased breathing, an exponential increase in heart rate, and aches.) the rest of the day.
At 1:33 right now, and with no sleep readily available, my CD collection looks like it could use a thorough cleaning.
Or, maybe I can sort my clothes into what I want to give to charity, and the maybe 5 t shirts, 3 sweatshirts, and 4 pairs of pants that I want to keep, out of the thousands and thousands of items I never see myself desiring, or wearing. I mean, who needs "family guy" oriented underwear? I sure as hell don't.
Flock is fantastic, I have a lot of fun there. Basically, I have fun everywhere but at home, or were my granny is.
And the girl across the street is pissing me off royally. Allow me to explain.
She has opportunities handed to her hand over fist, and she instead has chosen to become the "whore of the high school". We all know someone like this. That had brains, but chose instead to rot them with alchohol, drugs, "sleepovers", etc. etc., while her parents gave her everything she wished.
As soon as her parents leave the house, disgusting, pimple faced high school nightmares begin appearing at her abode. It would be one thing, if these were people we saw regularly, but instead they only appear when there is alcohol, or another substance, be it sex, drugs, etc.
Now, all I want to do is shake her and scream "what the fucking hell is wrong with you, you strumpet! You had it all, and chose to throw it away! So don't you agree with me that you deserve nothing more than the trailer park and 11 toed children, with ciggarettes and rotten vegetable suppers that you are undoubtedably headed to, you soul-less hussy, you society draining slug, earning none, giving less, and doing nothing to help the continuation of society!? Do you not realize that you do nothing but worsen your situation?
I am sorry, dear readers, for that outburst. I had to get it out. I feel bad for this girl, whom I wish none but the absolute best.
Unfortunately, we all know she can suck all the meat off a chicken wing with with one swallow. If you understand my meaning. There are probably photo's of it on "myspace" or something like that. But anyway, it's pushing 2, and I should probably go and. . .stuff.
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