I set my alarm for 11 pm. Just to make sure I'd wake up. So I can sit here for awhile, then go pass back out. I'd like to bang my head into the keyboard for getting me into this. I'm scheduled to work tomorrrow. 
What about the plans I made? Oh, move them to some other day, because it won't be an inconvenience for anyone else. I'm getting the stick up my ass, even though I predicted the very thing happening. I can't just work so many days in a row without a break. My wrist feels terrible, so I have to get that checked out at the doctors', too. 
Maybe I'll finally fall apart, to match my feelings.
What else.. I watched the president on the television tonight. Not impressed. I think I left to go sleep halfway through it, because..I can't remember anything after being irritated at seeing his face, and continuous clapping.
I went with my parents to the furniture store tonight, because I needed to get out. Aren't I pathetic? Anyway, my mother kept calling everything that vibrated a 'vibrator'. By the end of our adventure, there had been 'vibrators' all over the store. We must go more often, perhaps.
Which leads to, I like looking around furniture stores. I like seeing the bedroom sets, especially, and laying on the bed, and pretending it was mine. If I had the money, I'd buy about half the sets there. Maybe when I marry that millionaire
. I'm sure only one or two beds could fit whatever purpose my husband and I would really need them for (sleep). Now, I just need to find that millionaire husband.
Ache, ache, ache. Everywhere. Inside and out. I think when I get a chance, I'm going to sleep over at my sisters boyfriends parents house. They live there as well, but I'll kick her boyfriend out of bed and fall asleep next to her, instead. I'd like to not go to bed alone, and wake up next to someone, for once. Granted, I wish circumstances were, uh, different, and I slept with someone whom I was, perhaps dating or something, to get that awesome feeling in the mornings and evenings because they are the last and first person you see. Ah, well, my sister and I are odd enough, perhaps I'll get to wake up hugging her.
My slacker qualities are making me quit writing this. Overall, I feel down, because things I don't give up on (yay for being stubborn) and I put my heart into are for nothing, and when someone else decides to give up, things look up for them. Maybe it's a sign: Lose all hope. You'll be better off.
I always thought hope was a good thing. But then, would I have anything else?
What about the plans I made? Oh, move them to some other day, because it won't be an inconvenience for anyone else. I'm getting the stick up my ass, even though I predicted the very thing happening. I can't just work so many days in a row without a break. My wrist feels terrible, so I have to get that checked out at the doctors', too. Maybe I'll finally fall apart, to match my feelings.
What else.. I watched the president on the television tonight. Not impressed. I think I left to go sleep halfway through it, because..I can't remember anything after being irritated at seeing his face, and continuous clapping.
I went with my parents to the furniture store tonight, because I needed to get out. Aren't I pathetic? Anyway, my mother kept calling everything that vibrated a 'vibrator'. By the end of our adventure, there had been 'vibrators' all over the store. We must go more often, perhaps.
Which leads to, I like looking around furniture stores. I like seeing the bedroom sets, especially, and laying on the bed, and pretending it was mine. If I had the money, I'd buy about half the sets there. Maybe when I marry that millionaire
. I'm sure only one or two beds could fit whatever purpose my husband and I would really need them for (sleep). Now, I just need to find that millionaire husband.
Ache, ache, ache. Everywhere. Inside and out. I think when I get a chance, I'm going to sleep over at my sisters boyfriends parents house. They live there as well, but I'll kick her boyfriend out of bed and fall asleep next to her, instead. I'd like to not go to bed alone, and wake up next to someone, for once. Granted, I wish circumstances were, uh, different, and I slept with someone whom I was, perhaps dating or something, to get that awesome feeling in the mornings and evenings because they are the last and first person you see. Ah, well, my sister and I are odd enough, perhaps I'll get to wake up hugging her.
My slacker qualities are making me quit writing this. Overall, I feel down, because things I don't give up on (yay for being stubborn) and I put my heart into are for nothing, and when someone else decides to give up, things look up for them. Maybe it's a sign: Lose all hope. You'll be better off.
I always thought hope was a good thing. But then, would I have anything else?
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Whenever I go furniture shopping, I always end up looking at 3/4 of the stuff and thinking, hey I could make that, and do a better job of it. Then I never have time and just end up buying the damn thing anyways.