I absolutely HATE it when my mom calls me lazy, or in her words a "lazy a** sh*t." For one thing, me and my sisters do nearly all of the household work.
Second of all, just because I'm home more often, does not mean I want to to do even more work during my "free time." (I'm a full time college student. I have no free time. Only procrastination time.) When me and my sister are away you just let the dishes and whatever else needs to be done pile up for us to do when we get back. Why didn't you attempt to clean anything during your "free time"? After all, YOU made the mess. When YOU cook, you use every dish you can find and forget to use non-stick spray often!! I am not scrubbing! I refuse! Yell at me all you want but I don't think you would dare kick me out over a pan. Who's going to clean up after you then? And you call me the lazy one! Do you even know the meaning of the word? Also, why is it whenever I'm on my computer you assume I'm playing games. Has it ever occurred to you that online classes take place online? And that computers are necessary for accessing them? Think about it! You call me every five to ten minutes to hand you the freaking remote that's not even 5 feet away from you. You have arms. Reach. When that doesn't work, realize you have legs to. Stand up and go get it! I'm in the middle of thinking my way through a math problem only to hear my name being yelled at the top of your lungs right when I think I know the answer. I suddenly lose my train of thought when that happens.
Lazy? I am not.
I could be heading nowhere fast, as a few others pointed out. Is it too late to change my major? Am I studying the wrong thing?
It shouldn't bother me anymore. I should be used to it. Shouldn't I?
Statistics. My new worst enemy.
I was reading the Cracked guide to suicide.
Suicide, or death, is probably the best thing that can happen to a musician's career if there music sounds good. Kurt Cobain. Michael Jackson. Whitney Houston.
If you jump in front of a bus or train, I will hate you forever. When I have places to be you will not make me late.
That is all.
I lost my cell phone.
My kindle is now non-responsive. It stopped functioning when I started reading a really good book.
Now I'm waiting on my computer to go down too I guess.
I wrote a song! But I play a dorky instrument. I wonder if I could sell it to someone who sings and plays guitar.
Next item on my bucket list: Become unsigned band's manager. No, it's not about the money, because I'd do it for free. I love music more than I ever liked my life.
I don't want to jinx myself by saying it so soon. Great news easily becomes bad news sometimes when things are not officially official.
I had my hair cut really short. It's about an inch long. My dad hates it, but my mom thinks its cute.
It is very low maintenance so I am happy with it.
That heart wrenching sadness you feel at the end.
I feel so rejected. Ever have someone start a conversation only to cut you off and barely talk to you again?
Was I talking to much? But how? I said maybe sentence fragment...
Too little? I asked questions. Noninvasive highly general but completely relevant ones.
My breath smells fine. I brush my teeth at least twice, but sometimes 3 x a day...
I shower so there shouldn't be any bad BO.
I sometimes say hello or attempt to start conversations.
I don't believe I said anything offensive.
Does my appearance offend? Then why did YOU start chatting with me? Only to totally ignore me?
I don't quite understand
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