One Of Those Days

It has definately been one of those days. The kind where nothing seems to go right. Even now I'm beating the shit out of my keyboard to get it to type out what I want it to say, so that instead of me typing something like "mtoccle" I can actually get it to say "motorcycle." Heaven forbid someone actually make something that works properly. No, then the world may implode upon itself because someone was HAPPY! No, we can't have that, now can we?

It actually all started this morning when Tinkerbelle and Momma got into this huge fight. See, Tinkerbelle has this idea in her head that just because she has a job, she doesn't have to do anything here at home. So when Momma asked her to go downstairs and turn on the furnace, Tink mentioned that she had a job that she had to get to IN THREE HOURS and she needed time to get ready. This resulted in Momma practically exploding in anger, as this has been going on for the last couple of weeks. Just when the argument seemed to be over, Tink asked when Poppa was going to put the stuff back into the closet that he had taken out. Yes, because Tink is tired when she comes home from work and Poppa isn't. That was sarcasm, by the way.

Then I go to the bank to deposit my check. See, the fact that I got fired from being a bell ringer outside JC Penny doesn't help matters much. I only got one pay check because apparently they were on a "one-strike-and-you're-out" policy, which they conviently told me nothing about. So I recieved my first (and last) check from them in the mail. While driving there, I discovered just how STUPID people are in this town when it comes to the concept of turning. First of all, turn signals are there for a reason. USE THE DAMN THINGS! Second of all, when making a turn it doesn't require you slowing down to the point that you will be going in reverse if you went any damn ass slower! Third of all, you are not a fricken semi truck, so don't make such wide-ass right hand turns! God, I hate driving in this city!

I get home, and decide that I'm going to listen to a cd. Of course, my cd player decides to be a douche and not play anything properly. OK, so I'll watch tv. *buzzer* WRONG! Nothing's on! OK, I'll go online and role play. Oop, well as it turns out, you're in trouble with the admins because you've inadvertantly acted on information given to you OOC so you've been muted for three days. Another role play site? Oh, well everyone there will ignore you and tell you they'll "post later." Oh, fine then I'll draw out the characters for my story. Oh, guess what? Suddenly your hand doesn't work and everything you draw comes out like CRAPPY CRAP! Oh, you wanna type in your blog? Well that requires an internet connection, which your computer will now randomly lose so that you can't go online without calling in the FREAKING CALVALRY TO CONNECT THE DAMN INTERNET! So, now you're online? Oh, well then your computer will run so damn slow that it won't be able to keep up with your 32 wpm typing speed. Oh, it's finally begun to catch up? Well now that means you just won't be able to type AT ALL!!! Oh, you can type? Well, then we'll just kick you offline again.....

It's a neverending circle that needs to end, then jump out a 100-story window and drown to death. Oh, yes I'm in such a good mood, can ya tell?

This is the way my day has been. Now that you know the trainwreck that is me, I'm going to TRY to get some damn sleep before I hafta have another crazy ass Thanksgiving at my aunt's and uncles tomorrow. The only bright side to the day tomorrow? My boyfriend was invited to dinner, so I'll have someone who's semi-sane to talk to.

Crappy Computers

Lately my computer has been running something ALL THE TIME. This usually results in it running incredibly loudly (which screws up my microphone when I'm talking to my friends on skype), and slowing videos way way down while I'm watching them. Usually slowing videos down wouldn't bother me...much, but then the speakers make this awful noise trying to run the video and whatever else my computer is trying to run with it. Then I go to pause it to allow the computer time to do whatever it's doing, and IT WON'T PAUSE! It just continues playing slowly (or, more accurately put, jumping erratically between frames) and playing that awful noise in place of the audio. I just don't know what to do....

Hopefully this new job will get me the money I need to buy my tablet, then I can pawn this current P.O.S. off on Mickey. She already said she wanted it!

Family is annoying.

OK, so apparently my boyfriend's been texting me for the last hour or so and I never recieved one of them. Suddenly, Mickey comes barrelling downstairs, yelling at me to answer my phone and that Danny has been calling all afternoon. Since I am already not in a pleasant mood, this didn't exactly help and I nearly ripped her a new one. I proceeded to try to prove to her that I didn't recieve any of the texts or calls, and she promptly told Momma, who then proceeded to repeat that Danny has been calling all afternoon and asked why I was ignoring him. I was not ignoring him, I just didn't recieve any of the texts!!

Then Poppa got home and immediately began disecting my phone (figuratively of course) to discover if I was hiding one of the texts from everyone and began asking me if I was ignoring Danny. Holy crap on a cracker, people, how many times do I hafta repeat myself???

So then, Tinkerbelle just came down. She promptly pounds -- not knocks, but effing pounds -- on my door, scaring the crap out of me, and begins screaming at me asking why I was ignoring Danny. To repeat a silly saying: HOLY EFFING CRAP ON A CRACKER!!!!!

When you live with four other people, this kind of thing is bound to happen, but this is just REDICULOUS!!

Depression...again

I think I may be chronically depressed. Once in a while, I'll get to a state where nothing matters, I feel unloved, and I feel like crying. Right now, I feel that way. I feel like my friends are ignoring me, like my parents don't support my dreams and are trying to shoot them down, like nothing I do matters, like I'm going to be stuck working a crappy job I hate for the rest of my life, and like I have no hope. It really sux. I'm not contemplating suicide or anything, I just feel like I don't want to do anything and want to just sit in bed and cry.

I would go to the doctor and make sure I'm not chronically depressed. And if I am, maybe I should get medication for it, but that requires money, which I don't have. Well, I did get a job, but that don't mean I have money to see the doctor. On top of all that, I have bed bugs, which means I'm waking up every morning with new bites in unusual places. How does one get rid of bed bugs? I have no idea.

*yawn*

With depression comes the irrational need to sleep ALL THE TIME. I really hope I'm better next week before I start my job. If not...well, let's just say it'll make a boring job that much more painful. It sux majorly, but that's the way my life is.

Well...I guess I'm going to bed. Night.