There are a couple of GTs and at least one ID on my f-list. Where are my ATs at?

EDIT THE MILLIONTH: oh, for fuck's sake, this button thingum hates me. I IS ANALYTICAL THINKER.

This test seems very generalized, to me. And yet I got a fairly accurate result, all the same. *shrug*

Uggh, you guys... it's the fourteenth day and it's getting worse again. I'm getting insane hormonal cravings, as if I were pregnant. I NEVER WANTED ANY PART OF THIS. I could seriously kill my hormones right now.

I went for a very lame walk around Point Isabel and didn't even make it all the way around most of the track. Two weeks ago I could do an hour on the Seaview Trail, which is god-knows-how-long and almost all uphill. I didn't reach the end, but still. Can I be more of a wuss? Please? That'd be awesome. //sarcasm

Dinner was interesting: my brother and I went to Picante together, while my parents stayed at home. I'm not entirely sure why they did that, but we had fun laughing at the family of six next to us. The smallest child kept trying to build something with her chips and every time they fell her dad would go "STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR FOOD, LILY!" in a booming voice, which startled me at least three times.

Also, on a random Harry Potter geek tangent, there was a dog at Point Isabel named Lady Rowena. I managed to resist the urge to ask "Rowena Ravenclaw?" but only barely.

I think I've gone from OMG EVERYTHING IS SRS BZNS CRY MOAR to HAHAHAHAA I'M SO HIGH EXCEPT NOT RLY LOLZ. Which is far more fun, but almost less conducive to dealing with actual shit, so that's getting put off for another day. Can you tell I had fun tagging this post?

EDIT THE MILLIONTH AND ONE: y helo thar, huge fucking arachnid right next to my face.

SDLFKJLSGDFLHGFDKJHJSD I AM SO SICK OF HAVING TO AVOID MY F-LIST TO PREVENT GETTING SPOILED.

STOP IT WITH THE SPOILERY ICONS AND THE PUTTING REACTIONS OUTSIDE OF LJ-CUTS, F-LIST. PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE AN LJ-CUT, LEARN.

I JUST SPENT A LOT OF TIME WAITING FOR THE FINALE AND GETTING ALMOST SPOILED AND I AM NOTNOTNOT HAPPY. AT ALL. NO, THAT IS NOT A SPOILER, I'M UNHAPPY WITH THE SPOILERS.

I AM SO FUCKING TEMPTED TO CUT EVERYONE WITH THE BAD SPOILERS AND FILTER THE ONES THAT AREN'T QUITE AS BAD. IF I CUT YOU FROM MY F-LIST, THAT IS WHY.

JUST LEARN SOME FUCKING MANNERS AND BE COURTEOUS ENOUGH NOT TO RUIN IT FOR EVERYONE ELSE. *STABS THINGS*


on a side note, i have downloaded the finale and am watching it for the second time tonight. if you want to talk to me about it i am on AIM/Y!M/MSN NVM, forget it, I'm exhausted and pissy and you probably want to talk to me about as much as I want to stay awake.

Just in case... THERE MAY BE SPOILERS FOR 3x16 IN THE COMMENTS. That's how you do it, bitches.

Well, it was a good day. I went for a walk with Milo and got sunburned, but the rest of me felt awesome when I'd finished, and I got my blood work done. I had lunch with my dad, which was nice, but when we tried to make dinner together, it was a disaster.

The problem, basically, is that my dad represents everything in a person that I never, ever want to become (and that I'm afraid I will become anyway). He's overweight, lazy, barely able to function by himself -- which was the whole reason why we started arguing -- and his marriage is... well, not bad exactly, but it seems like my mom is unhappy and disappointed all the time. Every single time I come home I see him deteriorating even more.

Of course, it blew up over something really stupid: making dinner. I had just showered recently from walking Milo when he asked me to come and help, which was fine, but I didn't want to go to the store because I'd put on pyjamas and done laundry after showering. It wasn't that big a deal, but when I asked him if he could go to the store and get the things we needed, specifying that it was because I was in tired, lazy clothes, he blew up at me.

So I said fuck it, and changed and went to the store on my own, because he was obviously in a bad mood -- but I couldn't help leaving him a little note that said I went. LEARN TO DO SOMETHING ON YOUR OWN FOR ONCE. Which, you know, was a little spiteful, but I felt entirely justified (I haven't been pulling as much weight as I could around the house, BUT NEITHER IS HE, and I'm the one that's actually home to recuperate). But I came home to him yelling "YOUR NOTE SUCKS, YOU LAZY ASS" (yes, he literally said "your note sucks") and telling me to fuck off and he would make dinner himself.

I guess I accomplished something, anyway. Getting angry at the people who think you're a failure is an awfully good motivator, I find.

And it's nice to know that getting insulted by people I don't respect still doesn't affect me. (For the record, I do love my dad. I just don't respect him anymore. :|)


ETA: also, I forgot to point my new friends to my All About Me post! Want to know who you really friended? Take a look. ;)