So. We have things that went on in this house.

My sister's friend moved in, we had a party for him today. I've had a feeling all day that something should happen... Something should start. An inspiration kinda thing...

I'm not really going to say much more right now, because for some reason I'm not thinking of anything else that's happened. This feeling's too overwhelming.

ARGH... UHM.

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SO YEAH. I DON'T HAVE MUCH TO PUT HERE. BUT IT COVERS THE RANT. I'll make a better one... tomorrow?

When all that's left for me to say is 'Fuck the goddamned world', you know there's a problem.

When I can say that, and go for four more paragraphs without issue, you know I'm pissed.

Who the fuck even cares anymore? Who actually comes home and goes "Hey, how was your day"? That's right. No one. And you know why? Because everyone's got a fucking reason to complain about everything. Even I do. I wouldn't by typing this if I didn't.

I'm so FUCKING pissed off right now that walking for twenty minutes did absolutely nothing for my mood. I'm trying everything, and even after starting something I used to love again, I'm even more mad. Oh, fuckin whoop-de-doo.

So, why am I pissed off?

Well. My mother decides, after I've been in such a charming mood all day, do come home and immediately start bitching me out about the kitchen isn't perfectly clean because some people use the damned dishes more than once a day, and about how fucking horrible it is that she had to clean a goddamned pot to cook dinner.

WELL, GOOD FOR YOU. YOU LIFTED A FINGER TO CLEAN THE SPACE YOU MAKE A FUCKING MESS OUT OF.

And GUESS WHAT? THAT POT YOU CLEANED WAS THE ONLY DIRTY ONE IN THE FUCKING HOUSE.

And then, I rejoin Paradisa on Livejournal. I pick my old character back up, and even though many people know the person, they all ignore me. They take forty-five minutes to post, even though they're talking to three other people in the same thread and posting one after another with them.

Yay for me. I feel so FUCKING adored.

I have been so bipolar lately that I'm starting to wish it hurt.

And the only person I can actually physically get to is at work. Perfect for me, isn't it?

Have any ideas as to why I could possibly be so damned happy after getting grounded like that? xD;

Seriously. I need help figuring this out, it confuses me. Which should bug me, but it doesn't. NGSIAHGIOEJAIGJAJGae.


Got a new hair cut. And it's dyed. Anyone who wants to see it, tell meh immediately!

Guess who's grounded on school nights for failing four classes which are all probably in the 50 percent range?

That's right, ME.

Guess who gets her nights back ONE AT A TIME for every class she raises to a C?

Right again! ME.

Guess who's going to be ripping something apart since she can't have a SOCIAL LIFE during the week?!

FUCK YES. I AM.

I know, shoulda done my work. Don't rub it in, and just shut up. Anna is not a happy camper right now.

Yay for seeing me on Friday nights, Saturdays, and Sundays before dinner.


Fuck you. All of you.

-Anna-