| Tuesday 02 / 15 |
Happiness
How do people stay happy alot? Are they often happy? :s I find myself kind of down these days :$
And how do you get an...oh..you run... |
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| Thursday 02 / 03 |
Mom entry 0001
The time when my mother disapointed me the most was when I was about 12 or 13 years old. She told me we'd buy a puppy. We'd drive all the way to Nebraska, and buy the dog. It would be a small dog, so we could litter train it, and we'd buy a litterbox for it and everything. One time, actually, she had paid this one lower class woman like $20 or so on a dog, just so she (my mother) could go and talk my dad into it. My dad said no, and my mother didn't get her money back. My mother complained about that woman. But despite the fact that my dad always said no, my mother kept planning on getting a dog. When she got Sophie, my dad took the dog (Sophie) to the pound. And he's told me that he regrets that he told my mother about it, because my mother dropped everything at work to go and get Sophie back, and thus we wound up keeping her.
But anyways, my mother led me to believe that we'd get this new puppy, this new small puppy, and I didn't conciously realize back then that she doesn't always say what's going to happen. So, I ask her about it one time, while dad was home, and he came in the room and yelled at us both about it. Of course, I burst into tears. I couldn't understand why he was yelling at me, when I never had enough money to bring in a dog to the house anyways. |
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| Wednesday 01 / 26 |
Bored Bored Bored Bored
Blah. I'm incredibly bored. Remember the days of the internet when there was actually stuff to do? Now, there's like...nothing. There used to be people to talk to, to get to know. There used to be message boards that I wanted to post on and stuff...nothing much on the internet really interests me anymore. Just my email and livejournal. It's sad. I miss talking to Sara and Ana in depth. Sure, Ana and I are having conversations currently, but it's nothing like what we used to discuss years ago :/ But blah
The weird thing is, that when I'm at school, I'm dying to be home. And when I'm at home, I'm dying to be at school. And when I'm at Church, I'm dying to be home, and when I'm a home, I want to be at Church. It's just...stupid. And if I think about it too much, it's really kind of depressing.
I got to talk to my cousin, Jonathan. I feel so priveldged that he'd talk to me :D He usually hates most people. Granted, when I think about it, I can relate. I hate most of the people at my school. And alot of the idiots on the internet that talk in kewl talk. And alot of the people on the internet don't really have very many interesting things to say. Especially the teenagers. They just complain about how so and so cheated on them, and how they're going out with so and so, and so and so said this...as if anyone cares >< Blah.
So bored =( |
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| Tuesday 01 / 25 |
Spam and Gmail
I keep getting all this spam at gmail >< It's really kind of annoying >< I have cramps, so imma get my period soon.
I realized after I named this journal, that the song kinda fits (the song is Evil by Interpol, btw). Like the lyric that I chose in the journal information thing? "Rosemary, heaven restores you in life. You're coming with me, through the age and the fear and the strife."? Yeah...that's kind of how I feel about my actual physical journal. That I'll take it with me through the ages and through fear and....I don't know what strife is =x. Though, my physical journal is just a representation of my thoughts which are (as far as I know) with me most of the time, sometimes even in dreams.
-Onga |
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