I guess I misspelled suicidegirls.com and I just got re routed to a knockoff site! How cheap!
So I'm on a study break and I don't want to spend any more money, so other than TV the interweb is my only other option.
Man I feel so bad about moving. This apartment is in shit shape. I took SUCH good care of it, being careful not to ever have people over, wiping my shoes before I come in, eating with a bib. Yet I've managed to stain the carpet, pull of some of the drywall (thanks to Ikea's shitty two sided tape) and destroy the bathroom. One of the cupboard doors fell off and the fake drawer thingy popped off while I was waxing my eyebrows (and scared the shit out of me, I almost went goth on monday). I don't want to call the landlord to fix it, because I'm scared he'll see all the purple hair dye stains on the tub and sink. I've lived in so many dives, and managed to leave them better than I got them. I thought I was grown up enough to handle a real apartment but I guess not. As soon as I get to Calgary I'll have to hit the skids again, which won't be hard considering that it's...well...Calgary.
Applied for the anxiety and phobias group a few days ago. As with all groups, I hope I get in. This one is a special case though. I had my last appointment with my therapist on Tuesday and I won't be able to see another until September when I start school again. I just need to know that there's people like me out there, to keep me sane. I am getting better though, slowly but surely.
Well that seems like a sufficient blog entry.I should get back to bio now, the angiosperm life cycle isn't going to memorize itself. Although it does seem like it would have to... to function and all. MMmmmm existential biology.
So I'm on a study break and I don't want to spend any more money, so other than TV the interweb is my only other option.
Man I feel so bad about moving. This apartment is in shit shape. I took SUCH good care of it, being careful not to ever have people over, wiping my shoes before I come in, eating with a bib. Yet I've managed to stain the carpet, pull of some of the drywall (thanks to Ikea's shitty two sided tape) and destroy the bathroom. One of the cupboard doors fell off and the fake drawer thingy popped off while I was waxing my eyebrows (and scared the shit out of me, I almost went goth on monday). I don't want to call the landlord to fix it, because I'm scared he'll see all the purple hair dye stains on the tub and sink. I've lived in so many dives, and managed to leave them better than I got them. I thought I was grown up enough to handle a real apartment but I guess not. As soon as I get to Calgary I'll have to hit the skids again, which won't be hard considering that it's...well...Calgary.
Applied for the anxiety and phobias group a few days ago. As with all groups, I hope I get in. This one is a special case though. I had my last appointment with my therapist on Tuesday and I won't be able to see another until September when I start school again. I just need to know that there's people like me out there, to keep me sane. I am getting better though, slowly but surely.
Well that seems like a sufficient blog entry.I should get back to bio now, the angiosperm life cycle isn't going to memorize itself. Although it does seem like it would have to... to function and all. MMmmmm existential biology.
there is so much pink and blue hairdye all over our bathroom but i dont really care - the house will melt into the earth before the year is up, i am sure.
mice oughta pay rent too ^_^