Happy Fucking New Year

Well, it's the beginning of yet another exciting year. Can you tell I'm excited? I'm kind of bitter and hostile right now. Earlier today I was fantasizing about different situations where I would be telling people off. For example: I went grocery shopping with my mother (which always makes me on edge anyway) and I got really pissed when we were unloading the cart, and the stupid girl bagging up the groceries decided she was going to put 5 huge cans in one plastic bag. I was ready to kill. I was ready to march back in there and make a huge scene. I stopped myself. Then, when I saw my upstairs neighbor (the one who's always playing loud music, or movies or his guitar) I was glaring at him. I don't glare at people. That's so not me. When he saw me glaring at him, I could have sworn he said "Sorry" or something like that. Like for that minute, he could read my mind, and all those terrible things that I wanted to say to him.



I went to the gym with Heather, and burned off some steam.



I've just been feeling really.... well.... blah. Not important. Sorry for myself, and I hate that. I hate when people feel sorry for themselves, because only they can make themselves feel like shit, and I know it's my own damn fault. Or maybe it's just PMS. Or maybe it's my very un-tidy room. Something needs to change. School starts on January 21, so that should give me some sort of routine.



I called the unemployment offices a couple of weeks ago, and wasn't expecting to get a check until my severance ran out. I think they'll be sending me a check next week. What to do, what to do. Deposit the check and hope they don't find their mistake? Or be honest, and call them and let them know that i'm still getting severance? I'll probably do the latter, with Karma and all that.



Yesterday was Brandon's birthday, but he was working so we're going to celebrate it tonight. Late, because he's working again. *sigh* He's got an amazing work ethic, I'm just not used to it. Paul was always so lazy about stuff like that.



Next week is my birthday, and I really don't care. I hope everyone just forgets about it, because I'm feeling like I just want to be left alone. See? There I go again with the "feeling sorry for myself" crap. I'd better get over this soon, or I will explode.