AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH...
Mar. 18th, 2007 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
candylandMom kept me holed up in my room all day today. Cleaning... >_>
Here's where I hit a dilemma: I've got a bunch of stuff that needs to go in/on my desk. But in order to get to my desk, I need to be able to get my clothes off it and put them away somewhere. However, I don't have enough drawer space to put the clothes away, and the bar in my closet is starting to bow, so I'm kinda trying to watch the weight there. However, Dad says they're going to give me Grandma's bedroom set, which has a dresser and a high-boy, which means more dresser space!
...but in order to move the furniture, I need to get my room cleaned. Which means I need to get that stuff put away in my desk. BEHOLD, THE VICIOUS CIRCLE OF ME SUCKING AT CLEANING MY ROOM!!! D:
I'm thinking about just dumping the clothes somewhere else until we can move furniture. That would make me uber-happy ^_^
Aaaaaaaand in fic-news...god, I realize I haven't updated my MKR fic in a long time, but the anonymous reviews bugging me about it are starting to get a little annoying--especially because I can't reply to tell them that I'M FRIGGIN' WORKING ON IT!! Seriously, the next chapter is about half-done.
Plus...honestly, I don't enjoy updating that story because there's a couple of people who seem to feel that telling me I have good grammar/spelling and then spend another five paragraphs nit-picking about every little thing I write in the given chapter somehow equals constructive criticism. If it bugs you that much, don't freakin' read it--because getting pecked at for every teeny tiny thing that YOU think is wrong in my story is seriously killing my muse. I want concrit--if I just wanted criticism, I'd talk to my sister...speaking of whom, I'm seriously getting pissed off.
Today she slapped me on the arm because I brushed against her when she was going down the stairs and I was going up (and apparently, she didn't want to be touched). When I asked her what the hell that was for, she said, "You had it coming." She's apparently not happy unless she has criticized everything I say or do, and/or managed to destroy anything that brings any little semblance of joy into my life.
Remember Talk Like a Pirate Day? I wished her a happy one, and she kinda rolled her eyes at me. When I was sitting behind her in choir later, I turned to another friend and wished her a Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day...and Little Sister whips around and starts laying into me about how stupid I am and how I need to shut up. And then when I snap back that I wasn't even talking to her, she tells me to stop being so pissy and turns back around. And then later she got mad when I told her that I didn't want to talk to her.
My music taste is not the same as hers. Therefore, my music sucks, and she will tell me so at every possible interval. Same goes for movies. Basically, if my taste is not exactly the same as hers, my taste sucks. WTF?
I love my sister. But I really wish she would go the hell away sometimes. Seriously, I am so fed up with her "I'm trying to be cutesy" antics and her constant babbling stories that make absolutely zero sense. I'm sick of sitting down to a meal and not being able to get a single word in edge-wise (went to dinner with her once, and I managed to get in about ten words for the entire HOUR because she wouldn't stop repeating the same story over and over again). And I'm REALLY FUCKING TIRED of having every little thing I say or do get slammed and criticized, and then have her try to blame it on me, that's it's somehow my fault that she can't ever shut her fucking mouth and let things be.
I want her to go back to campus--she's been home for two days, and I'm already at my breaking point with her. And I think Mom is too, given the amount of yelling and arguing that's been going on as of late. I want her gone, and then I feel sort of bad for wanting her gone because goddammit, she's my sister.
Still wish she'd go back to school, though...
EDIT: Guys...my jump-drive is made of friggin' STEEL. It was in my pocket and went through the washing machine AND the dryer...and still works like a piece o' key lime pie. YAAAAAAAAY!!! :D :D :D
Here's where I hit a dilemma: I've got a bunch of stuff that needs to go in/on my desk. But in order to get to my desk, I need to be able to get my clothes off it and put them away somewhere. However, I don't have enough drawer space to put the clothes away, and the bar in my closet is starting to bow, so I'm kinda trying to watch the weight there. However, Dad says they're going to give me Grandma's bedroom set, which has a dresser and a high-boy, which means more dresser space!
...but in order to move the furniture, I need to get my room cleaned. Which means I need to get that stuff put away in my desk. BEHOLD, THE VICIOUS CIRCLE OF ME SUCKING AT CLEANING MY ROOM!!! D:
I'm thinking about just dumping the clothes somewhere else until we can move furniture. That would make me uber-happy ^_^
Aaaaaaaand in fic-news...god, I realize I haven't updated my MKR fic in a long time, but the anonymous reviews bugging me about it are starting to get a little annoying--especially because I can't reply to tell them that I'M FRIGGIN' WORKING ON IT!! Seriously, the next chapter is about half-done.
Plus...honestly, I don't enjoy updating that story because there's a couple of people who seem to feel that telling me I have good grammar/spelling and then spend another five paragraphs nit-picking about every little thing I write in the given chapter somehow equals constructive criticism. If it bugs you that much, don't freakin' read it--because getting pecked at for every teeny tiny thing that YOU think is wrong in my story is seriously killing my muse. I want concrit--if I just wanted criticism, I'd talk to my sister...speaking of whom, I'm seriously getting pissed off.
Today she slapped me on the arm because I brushed against her when she was going down the stairs and I was going up (and apparently, she didn't want to be touched). When I asked her what the hell that was for, she said, "You had it coming." She's apparently not happy unless she has criticized everything I say or do, and/or managed to destroy anything that brings any little semblance of joy into my life.
Remember Talk Like a Pirate Day? I wished her a happy one, and she kinda rolled her eyes at me. When I was sitting behind her in choir later, I turned to another friend and wished her a Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day...and Little Sister whips around and starts laying into me about how stupid I am and how I need to shut up. And then when I snap back that I wasn't even talking to her, she tells me to stop being so pissy and turns back around. And then later she got mad when I told her that I didn't want to talk to her.
My music taste is not the same as hers. Therefore, my music sucks, and she will tell me so at every possible interval. Same goes for movies. Basically, if my taste is not exactly the same as hers, my taste sucks. WTF?
I love my sister. But I really wish she would go the hell away sometimes. Seriously, I am so fed up with her "I'm trying to be cutesy" antics and her constant babbling stories that make absolutely zero sense. I'm sick of sitting down to a meal and not being able to get a single word in edge-wise (went to dinner with her once, and I managed to get in about ten words for the entire HOUR because she wouldn't stop repeating the same story over and over again). And I'm REALLY FUCKING TIRED of having every little thing I say or do get slammed and criticized, and then have her try to blame it on me, that's it's somehow my fault that she can't ever shut her fucking mouth and let things be.
I want her to go back to campus--she's been home for two days, and I'm already at my breaking point with her. And I think Mom is too, given the amount of yelling and arguing that's been going on as of late. I want her gone, and then I feel sort of bad for wanting her gone because goddammit, she's my sister.
Still wish she'd go back to school, though...
EDIT: Guys...my jump-drive is made of friggin' STEEL. It was in my pocket and went through the washing machine AND the dryer...and still works like a piece o' key lime pie. YAAAAAAAAY!!! :D :D :D
