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Okay, so I'm a half blood norwegian and for some stupid reason I've been craving a big steaming plate of boiled potatoes, lefse and lutefisk, drowning in butter with a nice big mug of coffee next to it. Maybe it's a comfort thing.
Instead, I'm eating starbuck's ice cream and PB&J sammiches with big glasses of chocolate milk.
My parents stopped by yesterday before they headed back to Washington. They took with them some of the things we won't be needing between now and...Dec 3rd. That really just meant our christmas and easter decorations and couple of nick-knacks that never even got unpacked in the first place.
My apartment is way too hot and it's making me restless, but outside is hotter. My dad had bought me some cleaning supplies to hopefully get rid of the ominous stench that haunts my front doorway..well they didn't help. I put odor powder on the carpets and furniture, let it set and vaccuumed and I got on my hands and knees (that's what she said, +giggity+) and scrubbed the walls and door and linoleum with super strong cleaner. NOTHING WORKED! The stench is haunting me....
Corey and I had some Edibles on wednesday...and that was a big mistake, we were miserably sick (apparently we over did it) and spent all of thursday in bed.
My depression had let up a bit with my parents visiting, but about an hour after they left, I pretty much started bawling. Poor Corey wanted nothing more than to make me feel better, help me get out of the house, but I'm goddamn stubborn and indecisive. So we ended up going to target, buying a few things, coming home, ordering pizza and watching Zombieland. He feel asleep at about 9:30 (yeah, we're goddamn lame) but I was up til about 2:30 (just as I was about to fall asleep my father shot me a text that said they made it home), reading, crying, throwing a fit....
I still desperately want to change my hair, but am really worried about my parents (okay...so I'm not that much of a rebel child..I just look like one) and what they'll say. I'm also about this |----| close to giving up on the job search, which would definitely help in letting me have the mohawk.
I'm going to start working on art again..hoping it'll let the crazy out a bit.
Sorry, no pictures this time, I look like shit and feel that way too.
Hope everyone in SGland is having a better weekend than me
Okay, so I'm a half blood norwegian and for some stupid reason I've been craving a big steaming plate of boiled potatoes, lefse and lutefisk, drowning in butter with a nice big mug of coffee next to it. Maybe it's a comfort thing.
Instead, I'm eating starbuck's ice cream and PB&J sammiches with big glasses of chocolate milk.
My parents stopped by yesterday before they headed back to Washington. They took with them some of the things we won't be needing between now and...Dec 3rd. That really just meant our christmas and easter decorations and couple of nick-knacks that never even got unpacked in the first place.
My apartment is way too hot and it's making me restless, but outside is hotter. My dad had bought me some cleaning supplies to hopefully get rid of the ominous stench that haunts my front doorway..well they didn't help. I put odor powder on the carpets and furniture, let it set and vaccuumed and I got on my hands and knees (that's what she said, +giggity+) and scrubbed the walls and door and linoleum with super strong cleaner. NOTHING WORKED! The stench is haunting me....
Corey and I had some Edibles on wednesday...and that was a big mistake, we were miserably sick (apparently we over did it) and spent all of thursday in bed.
My depression had let up a bit with my parents visiting, but about an hour after they left, I pretty much started bawling. Poor Corey wanted nothing more than to make me feel better, help me get out of the house, but I'm goddamn stubborn and indecisive. So we ended up going to target, buying a few things, coming home, ordering pizza and watching Zombieland. He feel asleep at about 9:30 (yeah, we're goddamn lame) but I was up til about 2:30 (just as I was about to fall asleep my father shot me a text that said they made it home), reading, crying, throwing a fit....
I still desperately want to change my hair, but am really worried about my parents (okay...so I'm not that much of a rebel child..I just look like one) and what they'll say. I'm also about this |----| close to giving up on the job search, which would definitely help in letting me have the mohawk.
I'm going to start working on art again..hoping it'll let the crazy out a bit.
Sorry, no pictures this time, I look like shit and feel that way too.
Hope everyone in SGland is having a better weekend than me
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violentpatriot:
sometimes you just need to do what is right for you! Love you! Can't wait to see the mohawk 
rumour:
hehe thank you 
i cant wait til its properly finished!
i cant wait til its properly finished!