| birdythurs ( @ 2008-09-05 19:23:00 |
It Sucks To Be Me...
My brother, normal healthy high schooler that he is, actually has friends at his school who he gets to pal around with, so he spends his weekends doing normal happy teenager stuff that I never got to do. The Maritimers are getting ready to leave for another three weeks in Bermuda. I am a twenty-three year old stuck at my parents house hoping somebody who needs filing done will call me for a job, unable to escape "Two and a Half Men," which Mom and Dad are convinced is the greatest thing since sliced bread. An ant bit me on my big toe yesterday, right where the side of the nail meets the fold of skin, so now my toe itches and stings. Chorale music selection has some god-awful duds. I have no friends in town. And my parents are nagging me to unpack and get settled. I hate my life.
My brother, normal healthy high schooler that he is, actually has friends at his school who he gets to pal around with, so he spends his weekends doing normal happy teenager stuff that I never got to do. The Maritimers are getting ready to leave for another three weeks in Bermuda. I am a twenty-three year old stuck at my parents house hoping somebody who needs filing done will call me for a job, unable to escape "Two and a Half Men," which Mom and Dad are convinced is the greatest thing since sliced bread. An ant bit me on my big toe yesterday, right where the side of the nail meets the fold of skin, so now my toe itches and stings. Chorale music selection has some god-awful duds. I have no friends in town. And my parents are nagging me to unpack and get settled. I hate my life.