Rawr
Times are better.
Job situation hasn't improved, but meh, Mom got a promotion at work so the money issue isn't THAT bad anymore, although it's still tight, but at least now I can focus on my college work and hopefully get a good grade. The last few weeks have been non-stop college work, literally without a break, and yet, strangely, i'm really enjoying it. Working together with friends to get things done, joking about our deadlines, actually creating the work this year, it's actually been pretty fun.
Birthday coming up, bleh. I hate my birthday with a passion, purely because it is 3 days from Christmas, this means that we combine the family Christmas celebration with my Birthday. This means that everyone is there, an they all start singing happy birthday, and blek. I guess it's not that bad, but it's always awkward and uncomfortable, but again, meh.
This weekend is going to be very un-fun. We are having loads of Moms old school-friends over to our house for christmas/my birthday. Of course, they all bring THEIR children. Now, let me recap previous years. In the previous years, the long long ago, yesteryear, whatever you choose to call it, WE would go to one of THEIR large houses. Every single one of them, a massive house, almost mansion-like in appearance, with plenty of space to amuse, entertain and host a decent christmas "do" in. Now, our house. Our house is tiny, miniscule, miniature. Small. I have to wonder how in the hell my mother intends to fit about 6-8 children into the tiny space that is otherwise known as my room. I have a bed, I have very little floorspace, and I have a computer desk. I think I can fit about.. 3 on the bed, 2 sitting below the bed on the floor, and that's it, fucking maximum capacity right there. It's not happening. I figure if worst comes to worst I can just hook up the gamecube in my moms room and have them all crash there. I'll tell you one thing, they aren't going fucking near my computer. I'll be guarding it at all times.
What else can I rant about.
Still have no idea what i'm going to do next year, although it doesn't worry me that much. I guess i'll just get a job, try to find a room-mate at a cheap flat or apartment, and just live life. I'll go to University, sure, but not this year. Maybe someone from my college course has similar ideas, who knows, just gonna let it play out, we'll see what happens.
Other than that, everything is pretty okay right now, which is a change from the last few months. College is good, home is good, everything is pretty good. I never actually thought i'd say this, and godamn, if put under trial i'll deny it, but i'm actually really enjoying college right now. The combination of some good friends, and decent tutors has made this year pretty pleasant to be in, and for the first time in my life, I actually -want- to attend, rather than having to.
Man, I never thought that i'd be saying that, ever.
Over and oot.
Job situation hasn't improved, but meh, Mom got a promotion at work so the money issue isn't THAT bad anymore, although it's still tight, but at least now I can focus on my college work and hopefully get a good grade. The last few weeks have been non-stop college work, literally without a break, and yet, strangely, i'm really enjoying it. Working together with friends to get things done, joking about our deadlines, actually creating the work this year, it's actually been pretty fun.
Birthday coming up, bleh. I hate my birthday with a passion, purely because it is 3 days from Christmas, this means that we combine the family Christmas celebration with my Birthday. This means that everyone is there, an they all start singing happy birthday, and blek. I guess it's not that bad, but it's always awkward and uncomfortable, but again, meh.
This weekend is going to be very un-fun. We are having loads of Moms old school-friends over to our house for christmas/my birthday. Of course, they all bring THEIR children. Now, let me recap previous years. In the previous years, the long long ago, yesteryear, whatever you choose to call it, WE would go to one of THEIR large houses. Every single one of them, a massive house, almost mansion-like in appearance, with plenty of space to amuse, entertain and host a decent christmas "do" in. Now, our house. Our house is tiny, miniscule, miniature. Small. I have to wonder how in the hell my mother intends to fit about 6-8 children into the tiny space that is otherwise known as my room. I have a bed, I have very little floorspace, and I have a computer desk. I think I can fit about.. 3 on the bed, 2 sitting below the bed on the floor, and that's it, fucking maximum capacity right there. It's not happening. I figure if worst comes to worst I can just hook up the gamecube in my moms room and have them all crash there. I'll tell you one thing, they aren't going fucking near my computer. I'll be guarding it at all times.
What else can I rant about.
Still have no idea what i'm going to do next year, although it doesn't worry me that much. I guess i'll just get a job, try to find a room-mate at a cheap flat or apartment, and just live life. I'll go to University, sure, but not this year. Maybe someone from my college course has similar ideas, who knows, just gonna let it play out, we'll see what happens.
Other than that, everything is pretty okay right now, which is a change from the last few months. College is good, home is good, everything is pretty good. I never actually thought i'd say this, and godamn, if put under trial i'll deny it, but i'm actually really enjoying college right now. The combination of some good friends, and decent tutors has made this year pretty pleasant to be in, and for the first time in my life, I actually -want- to attend, rather than having to.
Man, I never thought that i'd be saying that, ever.
Over and oot.
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