Weeee, I need to find a new place to live. I can't take the shit that I go through at this house anymore. I'll give you all a lovely break down of what I get to go through on a daily basis here.
1. Wake up incredibly early (6 in the morning) to get a ride to school because I have no car.
2. Waste away at school and take 20 credits.
3. Search for a job because I get screamed at for not having one.
4. Search for a car even though I don't have any money to buy one. Bitching continues.
5. Get a ride home with some one because I don't have a car.
6. Spend an hour in rush hour traffic because apparently people can't drive over 30 miles an hour.
7. Come home and get screamed at for the house not being clean, because I obviously have time to do it.
7b. Clean the house, because hey, I can make time to do it. It's not like I have homework or anything
8. Do my homework, which includes me reading a 500 page book by Feb. 13.
9. Eat dinner, if I have the time, money, or food in the house, because my dad cannot possibly be a fucking father towards me, seeing that he only cares about himself and my brother.
10. Do my laundry. My mother will wash my clothes once a week, if that, and I get screamed at for using her washer and dryer. I am expected to spend my money to go to a laundramat to wash my clothes if I want them cleaned in a reasonable time.
11. Get screamed at by my mom when she comes home from work, because her problems at work always somehow involve me, right?
12. Try to sleep. Unable to because I am so damn stressed out and angry that I live in such a backwards family.
13. Get my usual 2-3 hours a sleep per night, and get ready for school.
- Repeat process over and over every day -
You all fucking evny my life, just admit it. You wish you had the Alan lifestyle. God, I am probably going to be bald by 20....
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
I'm sorry. I don't have a car, either, if that makes you feel any better. And my mom doesn't like taking me places, and thinks that all my friends are drug addicts who should have their licenses revoked. So my social life is confined to my neighbourhood.
[glow=red]WHOOPA![/glow]
I was then to be part of the mystery,
to love and be loved. Let's just hope that is enough.
I feel for ya, I really do. I used to have a car, but my luck strikes in. It's "whenever something remotely good happens to you, something incredibly horrendous kills the happiness buzz" kind of luck. I bought a very nice car on a Wednesday. Two days later, my luck kicks in and it was raining, I turn my car, hydroplane and blow some tires out, and skid into a house, totaling my car. But wait, there's more. My mom convinced me to not get collision on my car, even though I begged her to let me get it, because I am not a great driver. She told me no, and I listened to her, even though I would have payed for the insurance myself. So yeah, I took that transaction up the ass. It cost me $2500 for the car, $200 for the insurance, which I needed for a whopping two days, and $80 something dollars to get the car registered in my name, get a license plate, and all that shit. A little under $2800 pissed away in 2 days. And now that the state officially screwed me out of my scholarship because some dumbass can't type, I don't have enough money to pay for my tuition, and seeing that I have been financially independent since I was 14, I have nowhere to turn for the money. My parents won't help me, so I have to go to my grandma's house on Sunday and ask her for money. This is going to be supremely horrible.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
I don't have a car either .. I take a bus .. it sucks not having a car but there's other options. I have to leave an hour early for work just to get there on time with the bus but it's not so bad. My mom is sorta the same with the washer and dryer .. she doesn't like other people touching it .. meanwhile my bro is practically 30 and doesn't even know how to do his own wash .. I still do my own whenever I can but usually my mom does it for me .. ah well .. I don't sleep much either .. meh .. life sucks but there's a lot of people in the same boat and some people who have it worse so it's not worth bitching about
I live an hour away from my school, and not having a car really makes traveling to school a horrible problem. It's one of those things that really bother you day in and day out, having to get rides from other people, and having to pay them to give you rides to places. Yet another reason why I can't pay for my tuition, I have to pay people just to get around, with absurd amounts of money. Yeah, I think god loves to toy with me. He throws me a bone once every couple of months, but shits on me for the rest of the time.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
not that this has anything to do with what we are talking about, but my dad and I are pulling a scam tomorrow.
!EMiLY!
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
su7an wrote:I signed up for Day of Defeat - Battle for Europe! The Allies are going to be kicking ass and taking names.
DoD?? As in, HL DoD, the mod? What the heck is Battle for Europe? Crap, I've been PCGamer-less for two months and already I'm out of it in the gaming world
Just because I am sexy, naked, a bassist, and sporting a top hat doesn't make me Duncan Coutts!