~Le-Pain-Perdu

My parents are fighting over their work. Again. It's incredibly depressing when the thing that "God called them to do" can make them so mad at each other. Not because I expect the whole thing to be rainbows and sunshine, but when my mother skips church, and says it's because "they're all bloody hypocrites", I get scared she'll leave. She's said she would before, and even did, once, but that time, she came back. Pathetic as it may be, I'm afraid she won't if people keep pushing her buttons like they're doing.

Again and again, omigod, omigod, omigod!

HELLBOY 2!!!!! Hell (hahah), there are so many new movies popping out, and I haven't gotten around to seeing them!

Yeah, I'm so deprived...

Not really.

This is just a randomly short journal entry. I smoked chili today, and I liked it. A lot... But, the actual point of this rather pointless journal was to (haha) vainly mention that my resolution for this week (years seem never to work out for me!) was to click the random deviation and comment about the picture or literary peice. If you were on the complaints forums yesterday (or today, or tomorrow, or whenever...) then you'd have seen the result of one of my attempts at good doing. Hah. Okay, I'm off now. Buh-bye.

I never know what I want. Seriously, never.

I want to be a writer. But I also really, really like drawing. And music. Like, piano. Not like I can play to save my life, but still. And everyone wants to know what I'll be doing when I graduate next year. Dammit, people, give me a break, it's a freakin' year away! Humans who happen to be related to me annoy me to heck.

Oh, and I want to study negotiation and mediation. They have nothing at all to do with the artistic side of me, and generally use the side of the brain that fails me, but still. My dad was a mediator, and I met this negotiator dude (oh, the joys of well known parents!), and he was flippin' interesting. Plus, there's this terrific curriculum that does both... I suppose I'll have to decide what I want to be sometime, huh? I've never been good at deciding things. Not even if I want toast or eggs for breakfast.

So here I am, stuck in my hole of self pity, wondering what to do with my life. Sure, summer hols are round the corner for me, but I hate not knowing. And I rarely know anything, so you can imagine how much hate-age gets done in my head. It's all very tiring. Which would explain why I missed my language class due to...sleep...

Earnest, I suppose. I went to a friend's high school production of the play. I dare say it was impressive, even though all of them spoke with an American accent--they can't change it, so I won't blame them. Plus, I could perv over the guys, since they're all very, very good looking. What? You don't know the half of what goes on in my head...
In other news, my sister came home for her birthday. It was a surprise. I hate surprises. Everyone knows THAT. But no, I was the only one who didn't know (they planned it for me, because I was missing her so much...), and they sprung it on me when I was supposed to be waitressing at a function, and I burst out in tears. Hell, I don't cry. But I bawled. And so now none of my fellow friends/coworkers who were there will let me forget it. All very, very annoying at times, but whatever. She came home, even if it was only for the weekend, and I'm happy.
In summore news, I'm going to Rabat tomorrow. So I can check how far the slow embassy is with my passport... and hopefully get to the Medina. I'd really like to get Iron Man. People (those who live in civilization...) keep telling me how awesome it was/is, and maybe even better than Spiderman. Okay, so I don't doubt that, as I'm a HUGE fan of Iron Man and a semi HUGE fan of Spiderman...yeah, whatever.
And also, I'm supposed to be drawing the world for my Geography class. Like, the world in detail. Ugh. I have no problem doing that, but...my accuracy isn't very...um, accurate. So you can go imagine what I'm doing. But also on the topic of schoolwork (and me talking to myself...not many -if any- people read my sad, sorry journals) there's new teenagers here at VoH. Sad, they're all girls, and I don't swing that way and it's all boring when someone's horny, and sad, they're really goody goody...and they're like...two/three years younger than me...but honestly, I'm not so bothered because I seclude myself in my room most days. Guess what? They also have low regard for privacy and personal space--both of which I'm immensely attached to. So call me bitchy, but I wish they'd leave me alone. A lot of the time. Also, they're on the same home schooling system as me, and they keep asking me stuff about my current work. Call me strange, but I'm uncomfortable talking about my work.

Any case, that's my rant for now, and just because, go look at my sister's photography. Oh, and I'm broke, so I can't subscribe (hint hint), so there'll be no thumbs....

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