Wow for the last few days I've been feeling like hell. I'm coming down with something...I don't know what. Really I don't care. Dayquil is making me slightly drowsy even though that's what it's suppose to do. Blah.
I've come to believe that my sickness is stress related. The sad thing is the source of my stress is my parents. Not the usual teenage bullshit problems but the same problem I've been having for most of my life. I have to be the parent for my parents and still go about my life with the limited support they can throw my way in between throwing insults at each other. I love having to be the adult in my house. I break up my parents' fights. I settle their petty disputes like who should get to use the laundry room next or who moved so and so's magazine. And my friends wonder why I'm not to fond of the idea of having kids.
I still really miss Canada. So if any of you ladies wants to make me your domestic servant in exchange for a place to live, I probably won't say no. I'll even wear a french maid costume. Alright so maybe for the sake of both of us I won't wear a french maid costume.
Anyways I guess school and that stuff is going better then last year. My teachers are pretty much all psychotic, well except for my english writing class. That class is taught by a retired elementary school teacher so it's really like being in elementary school again. Complete with muffins and juice on people's birthdays. Which kind of cracks me up.
Other then those few updates my life has been the same old same old. Things could be worse but they could be much much better.
I've come to believe that my sickness is stress related. The sad thing is the source of my stress is my parents. Not the usual teenage bullshit problems but the same problem I've been having for most of my life. I have to be the parent for my parents and still go about my life with the limited support they can throw my way in between throwing insults at each other. I love having to be the adult in my house. I break up my parents' fights. I settle their petty disputes like who should get to use the laundry room next or who moved so and so's magazine. And my friends wonder why I'm not to fond of the idea of having kids.
I still really miss Canada. So if any of you ladies wants to make me your domestic servant in exchange for a place to live, I probably won't say no. I'll even wear a french maid costume. Alright so maybe for the sake of both of us I won't wear a french maid costume.
Anyways I guess school and that stuff is going better then last year. My teachers are pretty much all psychotic, well except for my english writing class. That class is taught by a retired elementary school teacher so it's really like being in elementary school again. Complete with muffins and juice on people's birthdays. Which kind of cracks me up.
Other then those few updates my life has been the same old same old. Things could be worse but they could be much much better.