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Figures...Moving....Blarg
Jun. 10th, 2008 | 05:47 pm
mood: 
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Packing...Packing...Packing.
There's some figures I want to buy.
One's 94803u5ngdfngkndg expensive, and the other two are very cheap.
...
Yay.
I love Kid Icarus from Captain N.
He's adorable.
There's some figures I want to buy.
One's 94803u5ngdfngkndg expensive, and the other two are very cheap.
...
Yay.
I love Kid Icarus from Captain N.
He's adorable.
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Not posting enough
Jun. 1st, 2008 | 11:30 am
Ok, it's official.
I'm not posting on here enough, therefore I shall make it so I want to post more!
I'm going to re-do my page, and force myself to write in this at least once a week.
On a side note, I love pokemon more than anything again and my figurine collection is growing like nuts.
I'm not posting on here enough, therefore I shall make it so I want to post more!
I'm going to re-do my page, and force myself to write in this at least once a week.
On a side note, I love pokemon more than anything again and my figurine collection is growing like nuts.
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To be a princess is done
Mar. 30th, 2008 | 06:34 pm
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I need sleep...
Mar. 14th, 2008 | 04:56 pm
I'm way too fucking tired.
I swear to god, I almost every 3rd word here, I'm either hitting capslock or typo-ing. It's that bad.
My mom recently started forcing me to sleep with her because she's a lazy fuck-tard who doesn't want to make my bed, because apparently...I can't make it myself. (I try. I can't do it properly, because I'm too fucking tired/weak to lift the 20-pound blanket I have to use.)
I've probably been getting 3 hours tops thanks to her.
Every fucking time I start falling sleep, she'll yell out something like "DON'T YOU PUT THAT THERE", fart (Yes. I said fart.), or roll over and smack my face.
Every. Fucking. Time.
I kid you not.
I've been left grouchy, overly emotional and anxiety ridden.
I thought things were bad before.
I was probably only getting 4 hours tops before. I couldn't fall asleep until midnight (Which I still can't), and thanks to a fucking alarm clock she bought me that lights the whole room up blue with the light on it (Which I can't turn off.).
I would then wake up at 4:30 in the morning.
I still fucking do.
Every. Single. Morning.
So every morning I've been grouchy. I can't help it really.
I have headaches, I'm dizzy, hungry (Yet I can barely eat.), confused...ect ect.
It doesn't help that my mom starts talking to the dog in a really annoying voice all, "Jennah's grouchy. OH YES SHE IS. SHE'S GROUCHY. WHAT A BITCH. <3"
Seriously. When you hear that all the fucking time....It drives you nuts.
Speaking of which, why talk to a dog like it's a human? It doesn't understand a word your saying, and when it's bothering other people in the room....
FUCK.
I've probably said fuck more times than I have in spoken words in this entry in my entire life.
(Grammer in that's so screwed up right now it's not funny eh?)
Anyways, I've been passing out when I've been getting home.
It doesn't help that I've been working every single day, and that I'll be working every single day this weekend.
I was like, "Oh. I can catch up this weekend. It'll be alright."
They want me in at 2:00pm on Saturday.
So much for catching up.
It takes me until around 2:00am to fall asleep on Fridays, and I usually need to sleep in till' around 3:00pm to feel like I've actually slept some.
I stayed home yesterday because I was so tired. I faked sickness. Said that I threw up. I also said I had a major anxiety attack after passing out on the couch, which is true.
I had sleep paralysis, about 4 times in my sleep (I was dreaming of it happening. and once when I was awake.
I kept dreaming so realistically, and of scary things of what would happen when I woke up on the couch.
I'm fucking crying in frustration right now.
I can't type properly, and I'm tired as fuck.
I got home to take a nap today. I fell asleep almost instantly and I swear to god, every 5 minutes the phone went off. I could not sleep at all. It was usually some asshole I didn't know, and had to get out of bed to check to see if it was somebody I knew.
My mom would then call and ramble on about useless things, that I can't even remember what they were. She'd then bitch at me to get up and do stuff.
It was like that yesterday too.
Every 5 minutes the phone would go off.
It was usually my mom, and she wouldn't...fucking...shut...up.
She knew I was trying to sleep too. She TOLD me to fucking sleep.
I really wish I could stay home from work, but I can't do that. That'd be stupid.
It's just going to be way too hard to be happy with customers. I usually end up getting assholes on nights where I get no sleep what-so-ever.
Seriously. They'll insult me on whatever they can find, call me a Dyke, be snooty ect ect.
I hate my job sometimes. It's so easy, but all I have to do is stand there or pace, doodle and rip tickets. Thats it. I don't get to talk to anybody, I don't get to do anything else...it's boring as fuck.
At least I get free popcorn and movies...but I never fucking see movies because I hate them.
I have to go to work now.
I wish I could get my eyes to stop watering up. Fuck.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
MOAR FUCK.
>.>
I swear to god, I almost every 3rd word here, I'm either hitting capslock or typo-ing. It's that bad.
My mom recently started forcing me to sleep with her because she's a lazy fuck-tard who doesn't want to make my bed, because apparently...I can't make it myself. (I try. I can't do it properly, because I'm too fucking tired/weak to lift the 20-pound blanket I have to use.)
I've probably been getting 3 hours tops thanks to her.
Every fucking time I start falling sleep, she'll yell out something like "DON'T YOU PUT THAT THERE", fart (Yes. I said fart.), or roll over and smack my face.
Every. Fucking. Time.
I kid you not.
I've been left grouchy, overly emotional and anxiety ridden.
I thought things were bad before.
I was probably only getting 4 hours tops before. I couldn't fall asleep until midnight (Which I still can't), and thanks to a fucking alarm clock she bought me that lights the whole room up blue with the light on it (Which I can't turn off.).
I would then wake up at 4:30 in the morning.
I still fucking do.
Every. Single. Morning.
So every morning I've been grouchy. I can't help it really.
I have headaches, I'm dizzy, hungry (Yet I can barely eat.), confused...ect ect.
It doesn't help that my mom starts talking to the dog in a really annoying voice all, "Jennah's grouchy. OH YES SHE IS. SHE'S GROUCHY. WHAT A BITCH. <3"
Seriously. When you hear that all the fucking time....It drives you nuts.
Speaking of which, why talk to a dog like it's a human? It doesn't understand a word your saying, and when it's bothering other people in the room....
FUCK.
I've probably said fuck more times than I have in spoken words in this entry in my entire life.
(Grammer in that's so screwed up right now it's not funny eh?)
Anyways, I've been passing out when I've been getting home.
It doesn't help that I've been working every single day, and that I'll be working every single day this weekend.
I was like, "Oh. I can catch up this weekend. It'll be alright."
They want me in at 2:00pm on Saturday.
So much for catching up.
It takes me until around 2:00am to fall asleep on Fridays, and I usually need to sleep in till' around 3:00pm to feel like I've actually slept some.
I stayed home yesterday because I was so tired. I faked sickness. Said that I threw up. I also said I had a major anxiety attack after passing out on the couch, which is true.
I had sleep paralysis, about 4 times in my sleep (I was dreaming of it happening. and once when I was awake.
I kept dreaming so realistically, and of scary things of what would happen when I woke up on the couch.
I'm fucking crying in frustration right now.
I can't type properly, and I'm tired as fuck.
I got home to take a nap today. I fell asleep almost instantly and I swear to god, every 5 minutes the phone went off. I could not sleep at all. It was usually some asshole I didn't know, and had to get out of bed to check to see if it was somebody I knew.
My mom would then call and ramble on about useless things, that I can't even remember what they were. She'd then bitch at me to get up and do stuff.
It was like that yesterday too.
Every 5 minutes the phone would go off.
It was usually my mom, and she wouldn't...fucking...shut...up.
She knew I was trying to sleep too. She TOLD me to fucking sleep.
I really wish I could stay home from work, but I can't do that. That'd be stupid.
It's just going to be way too hard to be happy with customers. I usually end up getting assholes on nights where I get no sleep what-so-ever.
Seriously. They'll insult me on whatever they can find, call me a Dyke, be snooty ect ect.
I hate my job sometimes. It's so easy, but all I have to do is stand there or pace, doodle and rip tickets. Thats it. I don't get to talk to anybody, I don't get to do anything else...it's boring as fuck.
At least I get free popcorn and movies...but I never fucking see movies because I hate them.
I have to go to work now.
I wish I could get my eyes to stop watering up. Fuck.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
MOAR FUCK.
>.>
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Rawr.
Mar. 12th, 2008 | 10:07 pm
I don't post in here enough.