Nnnngh. Jon was sick yesterday and had to miss work so I took care of him. I think I caught what he has, only not as bad. Blegh. My dad has it too. And my mom's been all shaky today. I think it's blood sugar. At least, I hope it is because it's the easiest to fix and the safest to have, all things considering.
Drove Mom to the store and we bought a bunch of fruit. Saw Mrs.Battle, who looked kind of nervous as I talked to her. I think she thought I'd be mad about her telling my mom Jon was a bad kid in high school. I was but I get it. She was just trying to look out for me, however misguided she may have been. I appreciate it but don't need it, plzkthnx. We bought an assload of fruits and vegatables, which my dad will probably only graze on since his cholesterol is high. He's of the "This isn't food! This is what food eats!" school when it comes to fruits and veggies. I was so mad when he was diagnosed with high cholesterol. He's six foot four and weighs less than I do half the time because of his polycythemia. He has to eat high calorie foods to gain weight. Ugh. Way to win, Fate. Way to win.
I've been feeling down for no reason lately. I've been feeling like there is no purpose for me to achieve, no grand scheme full of meaning that includes me. I'm excited about college on one hand and on the other I'm like "What's the point?" I become a teacher and then what? Will I really be able to understand my students, help them through their own personal hells? I've been brooding on the whole "Why do I exist?!" thing. What am I good for? What can I accomplish for the good of mankind? How can I help the world? You know, that good ole philosophizing stuff. (Which I have been reading. Which may be why I'm like this. I got really sad the other day because I read White Oleander. I've seen the movie, but all sorts of fucked up shit happens in the book that they don't show in the movie. T___T It's so sad.)
I hope this feeling doesn't last too long. I'd like to go back to the happt, go-lucky self I've been used to these past two years. On a lighter note, I've begun writing again. I haven't written much lately so I have to ease myself back into the swing of it. Also, I'ma ctually working on original stuff before I work on fanfiction! ZOMG *gasp*. I feel that this is an accomplishment and it makes me feel a little more meaningful.
Monk Out
She kissed me on the mouth. Her mouth tasted like iced coffee and cardamon, and I was overwhelmed by the taste, her hot skin and the smell of unwashed hair. I was confused but not unwilling. I would have let her do anything to me. -Astrid, from White Oleander
Drove Mom to the store and we bought a bunch of fruit. Saw Mrs.Battle, who looked kind of nervous as I talked to her. I think she thought I'd be mad about her telling my mom Jon was a bad kid in high school. I was but I get it. She was just trying to look out for me, however misguided she may have been. I appreciate it but don't need it, plzkthnx. We bought an assload of fruits and vegatables, which my dad will probably only graze on since his cholesterol is high. He's of the "This isn't food! This is what food eats!" school when it comes to fruits and veggies. I was so mad when he was diagnosed with high cholesterol. He's six foot four and weighs less than I do half the time because of his polycythemia. He has to eat high calorie foods to gain weight. Ugh. Way to win, Fate. Way to win.
I've been feeling down for no reason lately. I've been feeling like there is no purpose for me to achieve, no grand scheme full of meaning that includes me. I'm excited about college on one hand and on the other I'm like "What's the point?" I become a teacher and then what? Will I really be able to understand my students, help them through their own personal hells? I've been brooding on the whole "Why do I exist?!" thing. What am I good for? What can I accomplish for the good of mankind? How can I help the world? You know, that good ole philosophizing stuff. (Which I have been reading. Which may be why I'm like this. I got really sad the other day because I read White Oleander. I've seen the movie, but all sorts of fucked up shit happens in the book that they don't show in the movie. T___T It's so sad.)
I hope this feeling doesn't last too long. I'd like to go back to the happt, go-lucky self I've been used to these past two years. On a lighter note, I've begun writing again. I haven't written much lately so I have to ease myself back into the swing of it. Also, I'ma ctually working on original stuff before I work on fanfiction! ZOMG *gasp*. I feel that this is an accomplishment and it makes me feel a little more meaningful.
Monk Out
She kissed me on the mouth. Her mouth tasted like iced coffee and cardamon, and I was overwhelmed by the taste, her hot skin and the smell of unwashed hair. I was confused but not unwilling. I would have let her do anything to me. -Astrid, from White Oleander
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