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drunkenpandaren) wrote2004-11-15 08:01 pm
drunkenpandaren) wrote2004-11-15 08:01 pm
The Ring... it's getting Heavy...
Anyone who has been talking to me on MSN or AIM has found out about my problems at home and work. For the last week or so my mom has been dumping her worries on me, thus adding burdens to my already tired week. Twice I had to work an extra long shift to closing for one reason or another which got me down and exhausted.
Sunday, it all came out violently during the YGO Tournament. I literally screamed and slapped my opponent when he was being a jerk. Yeah. Me. Mr. Unflappable.
After some self-loathing, I felt a bit better during the run when I traded some of my cards for stuff I needed. If you think I'm nuts trading a Dark Magician of Chaos, I had my reasons.
My deck stared up at me that day. I spent a while looking at Aibou and noting the horrific state of affairs. Like Lily, I was giving a lot of myself and gaining nothing in return. The rest of the deck would not cooperate with me, and it was just me and Aibou out there, throwing my life away.
I turned 23 yesterday as well. The birthday celebration cheered me up as I made fun of my brother who ordered TWO full meals at Montana's Steak Cookhouse and Bar. This is Texas-sized food. Huge Half-Chicken, fries, mashed potatoes, and a huge burger. And then he polished it off with a Mile High Mud Pie dessert. I couldn't eat anything after I was done my appetizers and my Pot Roast meal.
Today was great. Work began and I had one delivery until fourish. Spent most of my time playing Shining Force Ressurection of the Dark Dragon on my sparkling new GameBoy Advance SP that my brother bought for my birthday. Then, there was a little hitch in the day when Chris asked me if I wanted to work his shift in addition, thus starting up the whole burdened cycle once more.
I politely said "Stick it up your ass" and I felt better. Till I got home and Dad walked into the door.
I love my dad, honestly. But we got into a small arguement about my course load. Apparently in his eyes, three courses with two credited and one waitlisted does not account for being able to get a free student loan. NOOOOO. Even though my Academic Advisor told me outright that YES, I can get a free student loan even with one course waitlisted.
Now I've shut myself in my room and I'm not feeling hungry anymore. I'm sick of this. I'm sick of this situation, I'm sick of this life... and I'm sick of not having a girlfriend to talk to... but that last part doesn't really matter much anyhow yet.
The Ring, Sam.... It's getting heavier...
And I can't see Samwise Gamgee anywhere. Only a leering Gollum.
Sunday, it all came out violently during the YGO Tournament. I literally screamed and slapped my opponent when he was being a jerk. Yeah. Me. Mr. Unflappable.
After some self-loathing, I felt a bit better during the run when I traded some of my cards for stuff I needed. If you think I'm nuts trading a Dark Magician of Chaos, I had my reasons.
My deck stared up at me that day. I spent a while looking at Aibou and noting the horrific state of affairs. Like Lily, I was giving a lot of myself and gaining nothing in return. The rest of the deck would not cooperate with me, and it was just me and Aibou out there, throwing my life away.
I turned 23 yesterday as well. The birthday celebration cheered me up as I made fun of my brother who ordered TWO full meals at Montana's Steak Cookhouse and Bar. This is Texas-sized food. Huge Half-Chicken, fries, mashed potatoes, and a huge burger. And then he polished it off with a Mile High Mud Pie dessert. I couldn't eat anything after I was done my appetizers and my Pot Roast meal.
Today was great. Work began and I had one delivery until fourish. Spent most of my time playing Shining Force Ressurection of the Dark Dragon on my sparkling new GameBoy Advance SP that my brother bought for my birthday. Then, there was a little hitch in the day when Chris asked me if I wanted to work his shift in addition, thus starting up the whole burdened cycle once more.
I politely said "Stick it up your ass" and I felt better. Till I got home and Dad walked into the door.
I love my dad, honestly. But we got into a small arguement about my course load. Apparently in his eyes, three courses with two credited and one waitlisted does not account for being able to get a free student loan. NOOOOO. Even though my Academic Advisor told me outright that YES, I can get a free student loan even with one course waitlisted.
Now I've shut myself in my room and I'm not feeling hungry anymore. I'm sick of this. I'm sick of this situation, I'm sick of this life... and I'm sick of not having a girlfriend to talk to... but that last part doesn't really matter much anyhow yet.
The Ring, Sam.... It's getting heavier...
And I can't see Samwise Gamgee anywhere. Only a leering Gollum.