If you happen to know the answer I would appreciate knowing it.
Kthx.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Who would you rather be...
The Beatles, or The Rolling Stones?
And, it's not like I've been particularly busy, or stressed about anything... more or less just lazy.
Lazy like, I started writing this yesterday, but figured it'd be more productive for me to just sit here, and stare at the screen.
And for that reason, I find it difficult to type anything anymore. As I have for over a month.
How about an update?
My life at home had been starting to gain speed as it rolled down the hill of lame, which was gradually turning into a bigger mountain as each day passed. [Yes, I know... Almost everytime I post something on here, I complain about something... but there's no where else for it to be done]
My relationships with most family members were deteriorating, to the point where I would get mad at the drop of a hat. One thing you should know about me is, I never get mad. Well... I do. Often in-fact, but to your face? Not a chance. I hold things in, which is odd for a girl who quite easily speaks her mind, and likes to tell you how things are happening. Don't get me wrong, I've had my fair share of fights, and can dish it out when it's needed, but most of the time... I leave it be.
Until I snapped. Something inside of me kept screaming that I couldn't just let my family walk all over me, without saying a word. I couldn't let them try to control every aspect of my life, while I just put my tail between my legs, and whimpered in agony. I couldn't let them take me for granted, all the while, I just let them.
So I stopped. And began to fight back when I was being yelled at. A thing that, in the whole 20 years I've been alive... I have never, ever, ever in any kind of tone other than civil. Until lately. They were unimpressed. I just didn't care.
The last couple weeks of summer were spent in an underlying tension between us, knowing that I had finally told them how I felt about everything. Which I might add, was turned around on my not respecting them somehow. Whatever... I was done, and only had a few days left till I left. Upon leaving, things were fine and dandy... I said my good-byes, which were more of a see-you later really, and walked out the door.
Now, I find that the more I'm away... the more that I'm missing that craziness of home. And why you might ask? Well, perhaps it's because deep down, I know my family means well, in all they do. Perhaps it's because I feel like I left on a bad note, and want to fix things. Perhaps it's because for so long, it's all knew. Maybe it's all of these, maybe it's none. Who knows? I certainly don't, and can't even begin to try and figure it all out.
Which brings me to my next subject:
Moving Out\School.
One word.
AWESOME
Really, it's unbelievable. I've been gone from home just about a week. And it's fantastic to be where people aren't fighting all the time, or a place where if I do something well, or nice for someone, it's acknowledged and appreciated. Also, my room-mate is one of the coolest people ever. So that's always a bonus too.
Other than that, school's only just begun, and classes are still at a hold, so there isn't much to say about that.
I'm planning on not staying away from here too long, and I could write for ages longer, but I need to hit the hay.
♥b
Where did that expression come from 'Hit the Hay'?
I've been full of a lot of questions lately, and been finding it hard to find some of the answers I seek.
And, it's not like I've been particularly busy, or stressed about anything... more or less just lazy.
Lazy like, I started writing this yesterday, but figured it'd be more productive for me to just sit here, and stare at the screen.
And for that reason, I find it difficult to type anything anymore. As I have for over a month.
How about an update?
My life at home had been starting to gain speed as it rolled down the hill of lame, which was gradually turning into a bigger mountain as each day passed. [Yes, I know... Almost everytime I post something on here, I complain about something... but there's no where else for it to be done]
My relationships with most family members were deteriorating, to the point where I would get mad at the drop of a hat. One thing you should know about me is, I never get mad. Well... I do. Often in-fact, but to your face? Not a chance. I hold things in, which is odd for a girl who quite easily speaks her mind, and likes to tell you how things are happening. Don't get me wrong, I've had my fair share of fights, and can dish it out when it's needed, but most of the time... I leave it be.
Until I snapped. Something inside of me kept screaming that I couldn't just let my family walk all over me, without saying a word. I couldn't let them try to control every aspect of my life, while I just put my tail between my legs, and whimpered in agony. I couldn't let them take me for granted, all the while, I just let them.
So I stopped. And began to fight back when I was being yelled at. A thing that, in the whole 20 years I've been alive... I have never, ever, ever in any kind of tone other than civil. Until lately. They were unimpressed. I just didn't care.
The last couple weeks of summer were spent in an underlying tension between us, knowing that I had finally told them how I felt about everything. Which I might add, was turned around on my not respecting them somehow. Whatever... I was done, and only had a few days left till I left. Upon leaving, things were fine and dandy... I said my good-byes, which were more of a see-you later really, and walked out the door.
Now, I find that the more I'm away... the more that I'm missing that craziness of home. And why you might ask? Well, perhaps it's because deep down, I know my family means well, in all they do. Perhaps it's because I feel like I left on a bad note, and want to fix things. Perhaps it's because for so long, it's all knew. Maybe it's all of these, maybe it's none. Who knows? I certainly don't, and can't even begin to try and figure it all out.
Which brings me to my next subject:
Moving Out\School.
One word.
AWESOME
Really, it's unbelievable. I've been gone from home just about a week. And it's fantastic to be where people aren't fighting all the time, or a place where if I do something well, or nice for someone, it's acknowledged and appreciated. Also, my room-mate is one of the coolest people ever. So that's always a bonus too.
Other than that, school's only just begun, and classes are still at a hold, so there isn't much to say about that.
I'm planning on not staying away from here too long, and I could write for ages longer, but I need to hit the hay.
♥b
Where did that expression come from 'Hit the Hay'?
I've been full of a lot of questions lately, and been finding it hard to find some of the answers I seek.
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