You suck.

I quit.

Sincerely,

Wish

Also, the only thing the doctor said was something about thyroid disease. Waiting for blood results.

Now excuse me while I go drown myself in FanFiction to try and get the bad out of my eyes.

I'm calling a doctor in Hatboro tomorrow to set up an appointment to get some blood work done. For a while now I've been getting these bruises all over my legs. Not the faint, barely-there gray-ish ones, but the huge, multi-colored ones that make it look like someone went at my legs with a baseball bat.

I don't know what's causing them. I never run into anything, so the only time I could get them would be at night in my sleep. The problem is that these bruises are in places that would be impossible to hit the wall. Like, they're on my shin, the back of my shin, my upper thighs... If I were hitting the wall hard enough to cause bruises, then they'd be on my knees, not random spotty places. And I think someone would hear if I started drop-kicking the wall in the middle of the night. I mean, there are a lot of these things. And they're in groups, too. Like fishies.

So... has anyone heard about any kind of illness/disease/condition that causes random bruising of the legs?

Fuck. Yes.

Pictures behind cuuuuut :D

( Otakon 2009 )

I CAN'T WAIT FOR NEXT YEAR

I'm going there :D

I don't if anyone on my Friend's List has ever been to or lives in London, but if you have, any tips? Like, places to go, places not to go, how not to get pick-pocketed....

Thanks!

I LEAVE IN FOUR DAYS HUJIEFHUIVVB!!!!!!!!!

Y HALO THREE-HUNDRED DOLLAR TAX RETURN

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SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 85 films, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 239 films on this list. Copy this list, post to your LJ and paste this as a note. Then, put x's next to the films you've seen, add them up, and use your number as the header.


( 102 out of 239. Um. )

This figures.

It'll take a while. And I'll decide if it will work. And we'll take it slow, so very, very slow, before I decide if I can ever trust him again.

Time will give me my answers. Time, time alone. To see if what we had can be found again, or if it melted away.

Just time.

Work keeps calling me. I know what they want; for me to come in tonight to cover for my aunt, who's staying home sick. But I don't feel like going. I'd rather sit around and... do nothing, really.

Chris is coming over Monday. We seem to have things to talk about. Like how he dated the girl in the dorm upstairs from him two weeks after he broke up with me. Like how he refuses to say a damned thing to my face. I want to hit him. I'm thinking I really might this time.

In more cheerful news, I'm knitting my brother a scarf and it's nearly two feet long already~

On to writing. Or knitting. Or... something. Just as long as I don't need to answer the damned phone.

I bought the last of my school books this morning, and now have only a twenty dollar balance on my credit card. I gave a check to the school yesterday for my tuition, and my bank account has around fifty dollars in it after they withdrew the money. My wallet has in it twenty-six dollars and some cents. I'm pulling in overtime hours at work so I can put money back in my account to pay for my car insurance, for my phone bill, for gas money, to make payments on the credit card. By all means, I am financially fucked.

But I'm still proud of myself. Because I did it, for once, without anyone's help. And that's something.

We're going to meet each other next weekend some time to talk. I think I'm going to request the small Korean restaurant by his house to be the meeting place. Hopefully a restaurant setting will force me to keep from shouting. Or hitting him. Or both.

Heeeey it's my birthdaaaay...

...and I kick-start the day with an awkward, forced conversation with my ex.

God help the year 2009.

Before I deleted it all, I had a long list of all the notable things that occurred during the year and marked them good or bad. I just realized it doesn't really matter. I shouldn't care about all the bad things that happened this year.

In 2009, I resolve to stop being stepped all over. I'll no longer act like I believe every word that comes out of a person's mouth, I'll make my own decisions, I'll do something with my life, each and every day, so that I'll go to bed each night feeling accomplished rather than depressed. I want to become a stronger person. Exactly one year from now, I resolve to be sitting in this same spot that I'm sitting in now, proud of who I am.

Oh, and I also resolve to teach our over-weight dog how to play fetch. But that's a whole different challenge.

Have a good New Year, everyone!

Things I Need to Do: Study.

What I am Not Doing: Studying.

Why do people have to change?

My ex-boyfriend's jock roommate is hitting on me. God I hate my life.

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Stop distracting me from my homework, Digi D:

Christmas cards~ :D I'm not sure how many people read this journal, but if you'd like a card, I'd be more than happy to send you one~ I love mail, and writing out Christmas cards is one of my favorite things to do during the season. Be warned that I send them out a bit early in the month because of holiday mail traffic. And if you don't celebrate Christmas, that's fine :3 I have a box that doesn't specify any kind of season.

So if you want a card, just drop me a comment with your address and the name you'd like it addressed to. All comments are screened.

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I'm so articulate with my words, I know.

Goddamnit, Digi.

A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.

B) Tag 4 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. Don't be silly, of course they can. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.

( In which some unpleasant things are said about Klondike bars )

I tag~ nahcied, donkey, sky_dark, and lady_zana

Do eet.

Ignore me for a week, fine. Ask me what I think of breaking up, all right. Promise to call me the next night, that's great. After a text, send a response saying you're out with friends and promise to call when you get back home no matter how late it is, okay. Make me wait up until 4:30 in the morning just to get a text saying that you "assume it's too late"....

If he hasn't convinced me to do otherwise by Wednesday night, then by God I hope that man can run because I'll be at his dorm's doorstep at 8 a.m. Thursday morning with the intent to kill.

Now, he's pissed me off.