dADS
Fuck. I am so pissed. I had this blog that I wrote but thanks to the freaking Internet blogspot erased my entire post and replaced it with dADS. Joy. Anyway, right now, despite what the time says it is 8:41p.m. and by 9:00 I will probably already be attempting suicide for the umpteenth time. Just kidding. But seriously, it seems like everyone in the family is driving me insane. My sister hogs the computer and only lets me use it when JavaScript is fucked up or whatever, so I spend most of my time trying to fix it/being stuck with Wikipedia/taking lame quizzes on Quizzilla. And then now that I finally get to use it, my deranged mother is yelling at me about how I'm exceeding my time limit on the computer. Then, as I try to point out I've only been on for fifteen minutes she goes, "Oh. It's such a coincidence that you always use the computer when I come home." That woman needs to get her eyes checked, because about 60% of the time she gets home my sister is on the computer but does the deranged woman say anything? No. And anyway, when she got home she saw me sitting in front of the TV finishing Speak and then starting on Diary. And then I took a shower, which took long because I was playing around with costume makeup and got an excess amount of cold cream into my eyes. So now my eyes are swollen and red. Furthermore, nothing is really working at the moment so I can't even drone myself out with music. My mother is probably one of the few moms in the world that would yell at their kid for reading. Apparently, I've been reading to much and my sister too little. Parents just want an excuse to yell at someone after a bad day at work. My mom chooses to take it out on me. Anyways, these four days just really went by. I'm so sad. Nothing I love more than mooching around daydreaming. I hate coming back to reality. I just hope I don't end up like Misty from Diary with my way of thinking. I saw these really cool necklaces online. Maybe I'll buy one. But, because they're handcrafted they're charging a lot for slabs of baked plastic and sterling silver. I wonder if one of those people will take me in as an apprentice or something. I watched Paris Hilton: My New BFF and that show makes me laugh. Those people practically worship her and Paris always looks stoned or under the influence. Disgusting. I want a paisley scarf, but those are pretty expensives. I saw a pair of laced loafers that kind of looked like those oxfords I wanted and it was only $25, and I was so happy but then it turns out they sold it and the site only had one pair because it was "vintage". I hope that stupid cow who snagged those shoes are happy with it.