On nights like this, I obviously don't expect them to wait for me. Now, I'm gone a lot during the week, and I usually don't get home until late.
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This isn't the first time she's ruined a piece of clothing because she was too stubborn to ask for help.ĥ. I know she can't read the labels on the clothes to find the washing directions, buy if she's not willing to wear her glasses when she does laundry, then she should call someone to read them for her. I would really like an apology, again from my grandmother. This is the worst occurrence, and the one that upsets me the most: My Something Corporate t-shirt got put in the dryer and it shrunk. For this heinous act, I would like an apology from my grandmother, who has been the laundry Nazi these past couple of weeks.Ĥ. Why you ask? Because they got washed for no apparent reason, and I came home and they were in the dryer, with forty minutes to go, and I had no pants, so I put them on anyway. In the place of an oral apology, I would just really like the radio to start working again, or possibly for us to buy a new stereo system.ģ. Our stupid car radio has been acting up lately, and because I'm the kind of person who has to have music while they drive, this fact has hit me the hardest. My stupid eyelash is poking me in the eye. So here is a typed list of all the things that really grind my grain:ġ.
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In which case, a separate apology from each separate party will have to suffice. However, the world, being an inanimate object in a sense, cannot speak, let alone offer it's regrets. Well, that week has perpetualized itself, that is to say, my life has become a never ending shitty cycle of tough luck. The weeks where you just can't catch a break. You know the ones, where a simple "I'm sorry" from the offending party won't do, where you feel like the very cosmos should get down on their knees and beg for your forgiveness. But I feel like I could use an outlet right about now.ĭo you ever feel like you want an apology from the world? It's just been one of those weeks. Hey guys, I know it's been a long time since my last post.
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the 7th Harry Potter movie (part 1) kicks serious, totally AWESOME, Voldemort-defeating, I-totally-went-to-the-midnight-premiere-and-had-a-terror-inducing-time, ASS. With hearts and confetti and cute little puppy dogs and twirly skirts and smutty romance novels, Typing is too slow too slow to rant anymore. And has anyone else noticed how, in the time it took to make one Harry Potter movie, ALL of the Twilight movies were filmed and three of them came out for general audiences to see.Īnyway. The books were good before they got all popular and obsessed over. Gah!)Īnd do you know what else miffs me? The stupid Twilight movies! There's a commercial on for one of the movies right now, and it just makes me so ANGRY!!! Now, don't get me wrong.
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(And don't even THINK about making a typing error, because that takes TEN TIMES LONGER to correct.
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What a life.Īnd I can't even write decent blog entries anymore because A) I have no time, and B) the stupid, freaking, ZEMANTA ASSISTANT makes every thing slow, so that when ever I type a word it takes a full thirty seconds for it to appear on the screen!!!. And lately the only thing I've been writing are thoroughly charted, planned out, structured, analytical, in-historical-present-tense, English papers. I write books and music and poetry and plays. I haven't written anything solid in weeks, even months. Because reading isn't the only thing that I've been missing out on. So, anyway, looking at all the books I've been missing out on, It made me realize that I can't wait to start writing again. You go to work/school/couch everyday, and by the time you get home, you're exhausted, and if somebody hands you a book, all you can say to them is, "Who the hell has time to READ?!" Or, "Just leave it there, and I'll read it later (which will end up in a pile of never to be touched paperback novels and school book reports)" or even "Book? Read? What's that?" Or, not my books, but rather all of the books that's I've yet to buy/read. OH, uh, and by "my loves," I definitely do not mean all of you out there.