"Tired of your shit, America."
My mom is nearly 41 and she can’t spell “definitely”. I never know whether to ignore it because she’s old or correct her.
So I’ve pretty much hit my “bullshit to deal with” limit in the five hours I’ve spent awake today.
Have a roommate use half of your big bottle of conditioner and then water what’s left down? Check.
Have your phone be a little prick and constantly crash Messaging over and over as you’re typing? Check.
Have horrific nausea? Check.
Have your laptop be a big prick and install a touchpad driver update that makes your laptop unusable? Check.
Find out the mouse you need to fix your laptop is at home? Check.
My parents experienced cosplayers for the first time today, and let me tell you it was quite entertaining/horrifically embarrassing.
They kept asking me “who’s she? Who’s he dressed as?” And I had to teach my mom that sneaking photos is a big no-no, you need to ASK to take a cosplayer’s photo (and that most are happy to oblige).
So they went nuts getting pictures with people.
Accidentally bringing my parents to one of the areas where DragonCon is? Not that bad.
Staying in/near Augusta for the night before going to South Carolina for someone who I could care less about’s graduation from boot camp. Alone. With my parents.
I think this qualifies as “working hard”, not “hardly working”. All the pieces to this blanket are making me a little nuts.
How I’ve been spending today.
I’ve been sleeping like total shit lately (like waking up at 4:30 this morning after taking hours to crash), and Jacob neglected to tell me that because of this I look like I was punched in the face.
Oh well. Tomorrow after we move and run some errands, I’m taking a couple of my last sleeping pills to make me sleep as long as possible. I figure it’ll help me get over that whole “sleeping in an unfamiliar environment” thing.
*sigh* I appreciate my mom getting me a commission for a baby blanket, but I don’t want her dictating what would look best based on what she finds cute. I don’t have the energy today for that.
I got this blanket shit. This is my area of expertise.
This shit better work
HAH I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND LOOK WHAT I GOT FROM MY DAD TODAY OUT OF THE BLUE
what if we all got paper lolGUYS I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND I JUST GOT $150
I am not even kidding but I am reblogging this twice in a row because I just got $275.
ok so i reblogged this the other day and DELETED it because i was like “this is dumb i dont want this on my blog” and then i found $50 in my wallet. i have no idea how it got there. i check my wallet all the time, i never carry cash and i was starving at the end of last month, flat broke. REBLOGGING AGAIN
GOODNESS PEOPLE MATH. IS. YOUR. FRIEND.
I don’t care if you actually got money after this, but if you SERIOUSLY believe that it takes over 800 years for this to happen, you sadden me and dear god please don’t procreate.
*sigh* Every year, each date moves one day later (if it was August 17 on a Friday this year, next it will be on Saturday). The exception is leap years.
Now, think about this for a second. Slowly. If ALL of those dates move one to the right every year, and then once twice, how many years would it take for it to be five Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays again?
Six. Six years. Sometimes five. Go look at the 2008 calendar. And the 2003, and 1997 calendar, and so on and so forth.
I’m tired, because I didn’t sleep well, because I’ve been having (apparently) small seizures when I drop off to sleep, and last night they kept getting so bad Jacob had to massage me to sleep (if he can keep the tensing down the spasms go down). So I tried to nap, and well what do you know, my legs spasm as soon as I fall asleep. Joy.
Oh how I love blatantly obvious virus messages.
I’m sorry but someone who knows what to look out for won’t fall for “stay on the site for 10-20 seconds” “you’ll help me a total stranger that doesn’t even follow your blog get some money”